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|  Rove        tells me to read the gol-darn newspaper, Newt tells me that I need to read        the friggin editorials and columnists, and it's nothing but words words        words... Let's see, comics, section E-5... that's a lot of sections...        Hey, it's WeeNuts! | 
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|  Oh        my God, they've given Charlie Brown a potty mouth! The liberals are        ripping apart the social fabric of America... I've got to tell Debbie! | 
|  Pick        up, Debbie... Pick up, Debbie... Pick up, Debbie... Debbie! It's me,        Sarah! I just had to call you cause like I was reading WeeNuts and you        know that Lucy, how she always reminds me of you, but now she's all old        and gnarly and she has a foul mouth too and Sponge Bob is talking in a way        that's totally not age appropriate and... | 
|  I'm        sorry, this isn't Debbie. Hold a minute... Debbie, it's your little        friend. I'll put this on speaker-phone. Try to get her to talk about her        plans leading up to November. | 
|  Hold        a minute? I don't even know who this is. I wanted to talk to Debbie and...        Debbie? Oh that was so totally weird, I was talking to somebody who        wasn't you and then this voice comes on and I said that's not Debbie        cause it wasn't, it was a man and who was that, anyway? | 
|  Nobody        you would know, Sarah. Just my, uh,  assistant. Here in the office. | 
|  You        work in an office? God, that is so funny, Debbie, because I thought        you worked in a boutique. I don't know, you just seem like a boutique kind        of a girl to me. Anyway I was just calling to tell you something really        shocking but now I can't remember what it was because of that man who        answered the phone but since I've got you on the phone I remembered        something else I wanted to ask you about cause you're so good with Google        and everything and remember me telling you about that breakfast at        Reverend Robertson's house where everybody ignored me? I remembered        the bald guy that I couldn't remember and his name was Lloyd Blankfein.        Glenn told me that he was one of his corporate sponsors but I don't know,        it seemed fishy. Maybe he's blackmailing Glenn to get to me, do you        think so, Debbie? | 
|  Everybody        wants to get close to you, Sarah. I am so lucky to be your friend,        so I'll check him out for you... By the way, I was just curious, what are        you up to between now and the November elections? | 
|  That's        so funny you should ask, Debbie, cause Todd wanted me to go ice fishing        with him and I told him Todd, I am way to busy to go ice fishing, I've        got to Tweet and Facebook and do the Bill O'Reilly show and do the Neil        Cavuto show and Hannity's show and Glenn Beck of course and Greta's show        and... | 
| Twenty minutes later...  God, what a load of mindless blather. But what do you make of her Lloyd Blankfein encounter, Rahm? | 
|  We've        been watching Blankfein for a while now, Debbie, but Gingrich, Steele,        Robertson, Beck, Murdoch and Blankfein all together? I think that        if there's more to this than breakfast - and I'm betting that there is -        the United States of America is in big trouble. We may just be on the        highway to Hell. | 
|  Meanwhile,        at a very secret location... | 
|  Well,        here we are, John, although at the moment I'm not at liberty to tell you        exactly where 'here' is. | 
|  Don't        worry, Mister Blankfein, no need for you to tell me. We're at the Amos        Corporativos Cantina on Fulton Street in lower Manhattan. It's very nice        of you to try and surprise me, but I've got to be honest and tell you that        I always come here to chill out anytime that I've got business in New        York. | 
|  This        is not Amos Corporativos Cantina, John, this is a very exclusive private        establishment in an undisclosed location that we refer to as The Breakfast        Club. | 
|  Whatever,        Mister Blankfein, all I know is that over there is my favorite pinball        machine, 'Eight Ball Deluxe'. Wonder if I've still got the high score on        it. | 
|  I        assure you that it is in fact a similar but far superior machine, John.        Now as you know, I've brought you here today to receive a higher level        briefing from the Speaker... | 
|  The        Speaker? That's me in a couple of months. Hold on, I've got to drain the        old snake before we go... I'm assuming that the men's room is still        over there by the popcorn machine. Of course, what do I know? | 
|  Greetings,        Mister Blankfein. I was pleased to see that we've replaced that tacky old        popcorn machine with a hot dog broiler. | 
|  Well,        I know how much you love sticking phallic objects in your mouth, Rush. But        it is quite nice. German engineering with a thirty-six dog capacity and        built in bun burner. By the way, the next group of recruits has been        selected. Are you ready to roll? | 
|  Ready,        willing and able... You know, I was thinking of suggesting that we tell        these bozos that they should call their little meetings the breakfast        club. That way, if anyone slips up, they'll take it self-referentially...        Heh, heh, you know, I was just thinking... Do you believe Robertson knows        that we're just using him for his pancakes? | 
|  He        does serve up a fine flapjack, Rush, that's something that he's blessed        with. | 
|   Huh,        look at that, will ya. I could have sworn there was a popcorn machine        right there. | 
|  Hot        dogs and martinis, I don't know that they would go well together... Hmm,        maybe Mister Blankfein was right... Maybe this really isn't the Amos        Corporativos Cantina. If that's the case, then I could be... | 
|  Good        afternoon, Mister Boehner. Have you sampled the wieners yet? | 
|   Whuh!!?? | 
|  What's        the matter, John? You look as though you'd just seen a ghost. | 
|  Worse        than that. I just saw George Soros lurking in the bathroom. I thought you        said this was a classy place. | 
|  Calm        down, John, I think perhaps you wore the Dugan Bag a bit too long. I can        assure you that our membership roster is tightly controlled and George        Soros is most definitely not on it. | 
|  Well...        Okay. I guess you're probably right... I'm ready to meet your speaker,        now. Is it okay if I take a drink with me? | 
|  Sure.        And you might want to take care of your zipper before we go.Eduardo,        please tell the Speaker we're on our way. | 
|  He's        expecting you, Mister Blankfein. The Koch brothers are already there with        Mister Romney. | 
|   This way, gentlemen. | 
|   Isn't that... | 
|  He's        working off a small debt...       Good afternoon, all... Do we need introductions? This is House        Minority Leader Boehner. John, I'm assuming you already know Mitt, the        Mormon child named after a baseball glove who now aspires to our nation's        highest office... bwahahaha ha ha... excuse me... and these are the        Fabulous Koch Brothers of the Koch Industry conglomerate. Charles is the        CEO and Chairman of the Board, while David, his underachieving sibling, is        the executive Vice President. You've no doubt enjoyed a spot of their        money or two during your political career. And of course, you'll recognize        our Speaker... | 
|   Welcome, Mister Boehner, I'm Krauthammer. Please take a seat and we'll proceed... | 
| ...to be continued... | 
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