I was getting worried about Sen. Lott — he had pledged that he would kick insurance company "fanny" till the day his ticket gets punched for a ride on the pine box express out of this vale of tears. But since that time, it seems Lott went dark — perhaps he was continuing his ritual of revenge in some stealthy, ninja-like way, perhaps all his talk was just so much hurricane-force wind or . . . perhaps that mighty kicking foot had been stilled. But as this news item reveals, Lott is still around, still slinging it, still reminding us why we keep those hip-waders in the garage, still talkin’ trash like he’d be right at home at a soccer riot — although I couldn’t help but notice the item was a little long on blah blah blah and a little short on specifically how’s he’s going to walk the walk:
“They don’t think we’re going to get them, but someday they’re going to wake up and we’re going to nail them,” the Mississippi Republican said in an interview. “The last day I’m in Congress and the last day I’m alive I will continue to pressure them.”
Could someone close to Lott please let him know he’s sounding like a real weirdo? Holy Cow, it’s getting deep in here, and no, that ain’t storm surge.