Amazing… what has happened to North Carolina?
Shame on you, Bob Etheridge.
There you are, walking down the street, when two polite young men pop up and shove video cameras in your puss and ask you sweetly to admit that you are a pawn of every evil plot hatched by the White House, and you have the nerve – the nerve! – to respond, “Who are you?”
Then, when the polite young men refuse to answer, explaining they are young scholars involved in scholarly research, you not only refuse to let go of the chief inquisitor’s wrist, you have the nerve – the nerve! – to fail to admit your guilt.
And then, when the mysterious polite young men post the video on the Internet, you have the nerve – the nerve! – to call a press conference to apologize.
Shame on you, Bob Etheridge.
For apologizing.
Some choice moonbattery here from somebody named Mark Washburn, proving once again that there’s no position too ridiculous to defend for the left.
His conclusion:
I’m no speechwriter, but under the circumstances in this day and age, the correct thing for Etheridge to say after the encounter would go like this:
“So I’m just walking along and these random street dudes suddenly go all Mike Wallace and Blair Witch on me, which is odd even for Washington, and they won’t tell me who they are, but they sure aren’t acting like constituents wondering what happened to the tobacco subsidy, so I get the weasel with the dilated eyes wrapped around like this in no time, while the other one is all, ‘Whoa! Like this isn’t how it was supposed to go down’ and then I tossed him off and booked it.”
No more apologies, congressman. We may not agree on all our politics, but you were pounced on by punks and pounced back.
You aren’t the sorry one.
Feel free to tell him what you think.