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April 11, 2008 by barbara

barbara writes

This just in!

That fiendy guy, Barack Obama, drinks orange juice!!

Yes, it's true. Hardballers Chris Matthews and David Schuster excoriated Obama for requesting orange juice instead of coffee at a diner in Indiana. Thank God for journalistic integrity.

Orange juice. The choice of homophobic Anita Bryant. Orange juice. Lack thereof results in scurvy or rickets. Orange juice. The fluid in which mothers of yore foisted repulsive cod liver oil on their kids. And don't even get me started on O.J. Simpson!

See for yourself.

The big question is, of course, whether Obama was wearing his American flag lapel pin while he drank the controversial beverage. Huh? Huh? Am I right?

And then there's this: With which candidate would you prefer to sit down and shoot the breeze over a tall, cool orange juice, eh?

Stay tuned for more late-breaking, in-depth coverage of Election 2008. Count on the Clothesline to dig a little deeper. It's what we do.

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Poet (not verified) | April 13, 2008 - 9:58pm

Who cares anyway!

I don't mean about Barack Obama's beverage selection, I mean about anything Chris Matthews says. Well at least it gave Barbara a chance to play with inserting videos in her post so it was not a total loss!


susan | April 14, 2008 - 2:41am

Waydaminit, poet. You're starting to sound -- bitter and angry. We don't want to drive you to guns, or god. Well, maybe one, not the other, and I'm not saying . . .
Just joking. Don't know why. Bad day in the press for my boy, and it's so --nothing. Everyone knows, he's right! Hell, I'm bitter too. And I have financial security. (um, kinda, what's that crashing sound?) And so I clutch different things to keep me from going nuts, like -- pant pant pant, if I keep writin' and workin' and runnin' and raisin' money and givin' money and readin' the news and the blogs and rantin', pant pant pant, it's all gonna be okay. My side will prevail and Dick Cheney will go to jail. Yay, we win.
Well, I'm bitter about different stuff, obviously. And today I'm bitter that Hillary's turned up the faith meter, and the gun meter -- "my daddy taught me to shoot guns . . ." Well, why didn't you fire back in Bosnia, fer pete's sakes.
I've been sick -- febrile and you can probably tell. So glad Barb's mastered the video insertion, cause I'm totally useless.
Hey poet, send me your real email, eh? I have something I want to send you. I mean, seriously.