Christine O’Donnell, who said she would never lie — not even if she was hiding Jews and the Nazis came a-knockin’, has been caught in another whopper, and this one calls into question her mental health. Seriously.
But in terms of the government, I think that there is a very carefully thought out and strategic plan to take over America.
While I agree that China is not our friend, I am 100 percent certain O’Donnell is not privy to classified information, as she claims. (Audio: Part I; Part II)
Though she’s 40 years younger and 200 pounds lighter, O’Donnell reminds me of my late step-grandfather, who lied at the drop of a drumstick.
When Ralph said he had lunch with Colin Powell, we indulged him, as we did when he claimed the cable company forced him to subscribe to the Playboy Channel. “I told them I want that filth off my TV, but they said it comes with the basic package.” “Oh really, Ralph. That’s a shame.”
Ralph later went bankrupt selling those pre-Direct TV giant satellite dishes, though he kept one for himself. We were to believe he was exposed to information unavailable to those of us with mere cable television.
Soon after Rock Hudson died of AIDS, Ralph told us veteran character actor Roddy McDowall announced he, too, had the disease. “I saw it on the satellite,” he said. “The satellite” also reported that Michael Jackson had third degree burns from head to toe after that infamous Pepsi commercial gone wrong.
“They don’t think he’s going to live,” Ralph told us. He saw it on the satellite.
Ralph (last name: Martinis) once said there were seven other Ralph Martinis’ (name spelled the same) staying at his hotel. “Really, Ralph. Wow, that’s something else.”
He also used to race speedboats on the Chesapeake Bay; “I was the prince of Bal-tee-more,” said Ralph, who had little tolerance for non-Yankees; once, when unable to find a Mobil gas station, he blamed their absence on “stupid Southerners.”