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Axel Foley: What are you all, the second team? Detective McCabe: We're the first team. Detective Foster: Yeah, and we're not going to fall for a banana in the tailpipe. Axel Foley: [Mocking him] You're not going to fall for the banana in the tailpipe? It should be more natural, brother. It should flow out, like this - "Look, man, I ain't fallin' for no banana in my tailpipe!" See, that's more natural for us. You been hanging out with this dude too long.
Patrick is the perfect candidate for the liberal establishment that includes the Globe; he's young, nice, takes far-left stances but doesn't have any sort of dangerous mentality that might challange the status quo, and, perhaps most importantly, he's an articulate white man who happens to be black.
Howie Carr has been running some amusing commentaries on the lay of the political landscape in Massachusetts, where tomorrow's primary, he writes, pits moonbats vs moneybags.
The delegates can be broadly divided into two groups - moonbats and hacks. The moonbats, to a man - make that, person - are with Deval. The men all have ponytails and trust funds. The women will have their knitting, and combat boots, while not mandatory, are strongly recommended.
They know Bush stole Ohio, and while they’ve never removed the Kerry-Edwards bumper stickers from their Lexuses, they don’t like Hillary Clinton anymore. Of the 104 Birkenstock-clad kooks at the Brookline Town Meeting who voted to impeach Bush, at least 100 will be voting for Deval.
The hacks - well, you know who they are. Think phony disability pensions and old Middlesex County commissioners. Think Billy Bulger’s old birthday “time” at Anthony’s Pier 4. This year, they’re split between Gabrieli and Reilly...
That breakdown pretty much seems to have held true heading into the primary. Certainly the blue Deval bumper-stickers are much in evidence in the faculty parking lot.
Thos Fitzpatrick is almost Fisher Ames-like in his gloom over the current state of Massachusetts' democracy.
I don't really have a dog in the hunt, either, but I suppose I will pull the lever for Muffy in the general, just for the sake of a two-party system (though the state GOP, what there is of it, is being pretty much wholly operated out of the Healeys' Prides Crossing carriage house).
I will say that on reading this Globe piece on Muffy's attempts to wield the common touch, it occurred to me that Deval, the progressive darling, seems to have been getting something of a pass from the Birkenstock set on his own conspicuous affluence.
At any rate, it is refreshing to see the Hamilton GOP, what's left of it, still flying the colors at a tent at the Myopia Hunt Club. #
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