For the second time in a week, CBO b-slaps Barry

I can see how you would miss that. It's hard to wrap your mind around something so insane.

I guess a racist must have infiltrated the CBO.
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That or the person(s) responsible for the "Don't re -nig in 2012" bumper stickers (that are all the rage among the righties) are all serious policy wonks.
 
Then why did you introduce the idea? You've made two posts that so far seem to have absolutely nothing to do with the CBO score. Since we're too stupid to think on your level, why don't you enlighten us.

I guess if you actually wanted an answer to your question then, I guess the answer would be "no, unless satchel wants to try and introduce it into the discussion with a random comment".
 
No, I wasn't angry, just disappointed that when faced with your president misrepresenting a cost projection by 6.5 trillion dollars, your first response is to put in a compleltely random reference to racist bumper stickers you claim are rampant - not sure how that would impact the CBO one way or the other. When I pointed out the irrelevance, you then asked if the topic included a discussion of racism in the CBO.

So I guess I'm just disappointed at your baffling unwillingness to honestly engage in a discussion. And I'm contionually amazed how you can drop onto a thread, post irrelevant hints of racism, and when called on it, simply deny that you said anything of the kind.
 
I decide when I honestly engage and when I repsond to random posts about mythical racists at the CBO. You don''t

What else you got?
 
Satchel appears to have left the reservation. 6.5 trillion dollars sounds like a lot of money to me, Satchel.


And since I am the determiner of when I will insert references to obscure Italian restaurants in New Jersey and not you, there is a place called Santinis on Water Witch Avenue in Atlantic Highlands, New Jersey that serves INCREDIBLE New York Style pizza.
 
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways

I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

It's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it

I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

What did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin'
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world

Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
[ Lyrics from:The Link ]
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog

I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded in hatred

It's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest

Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
The executioner's face is always well hidden

Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color and none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
Reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it

Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

It's a hard rain's a gonna fall
It's a hard rain's a gonna fal
 
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