It's August. It's August recess for members of Congress. Where is Zach Space? He's appeared for editorial boards. He's attended private functions in private residences. One can read his words, but only through those newspapers he deigns to speak to and his words soar as he relates how he stood between those that would do us wrong and the blinding reason of logic with which he subscribes. Heady, but exhausting work. Maybe Zach is in bed resting from the wounding battles he fights on our behalf. A good thing too, beds in DC are used so seldom for merely resting.
Ohio Blue Dog Zack Space Defends Record, Takes Obama Call
Zach's words can be heard to reverberate in private residences far from the madding crowd that elected him. Amidst the 35,000 constituents of Coshocton County Zach spoke privately to a few in a private place where he queried, "If there are teabaggers in the crowd, just understand I'm not going to allow this forum to be used by you to disrupt my attempt to send a message regarding this health care policy. Perhaps there are none here and if that's the case, hallelujah." Zach, being a tidy fellow since a wee lad, doesn't like the messy give and take of politics. Can I get a hallelujah friends?
Hallelujah!
Worn from the war of a Democrat committee, Zach rolled out the talking points to bolster his decision to roll over like a dog and give Mr. Waxman his vote. The talking points given Zach gave him the strength to once again do a Cap and Trade on his people. The people that voted for him. That's why Zach is blue. Sad. Sad that constituents would reach down into the gutter of debating politics. Come on, give me another hallelujah friends.
Hallelujah!!
Zach, a warrior, stared down Waxman, almost, but he calmly faced the withering fire of Paul, Keynes was part of the VRWC, Krugman, at least until he caved to Waxman and the withering withered. Zach has laughed in the face of Keith Olbermann, just like 99% of America, and may well ignore Olbermann's warnings about the progressive movement, at least until it's fundraising time. Then Oberleutnant Olbermann will be found correct, that Zach is just a dog, but as a dog he will be panting for attention and adoration. And money, which reminds me, pass the collection plate and give me a hallelujah.
Hallelujah!
Zach. Zach the warrior. Zach, that magnificent bastard protecting us, even from ourselves. Zach the wounded warrior for our behalf isn't meeting with his constituents. Unless he's in a private home or office to collect stories or checks.
Zach the coward.
Hallelujah?
There's no hallelujahs for cowards.
Go back to bed Zach. It's late and we're tired. Of you.
UPDATE: Brain Shavings has a reason for Zach's illusionist portrayal of an elected official. Hint, it ain't because he's to be trusted.
