REMARKS BY HOUSE MAJORITY LEADER TOM DeLAY AT WHITE HOUSE GALA CELEBRATING THE TEXAS REDISTRICTING COUP OVER POWER-HUNGRY MINORITY TRASH
Statement by the President and House Majority Leader
THE PRESIDENT: Good evening. Thank you all for showing up to my little impromptu shindig to celebrate our glorious victory over those
squirrelly Dummycraps down home in Texas, or as my current favorite minority voting block would say, "Tay-haaas."
(Applause.)
You know it's not every day we get to celebrate the political equivalent of an armored car heist in broad daylight. Usually it's just
on inauguration day.
(Laughter.)
But before I introduce our guest of honor, I just want to say that I'm happier than a buzzard with a mouthful of guts to be standing here
with y'all passel of real, salt-of-the-Earth Texans, Yankee bluebloods masquerading as rawhide Texans, and their respective, demure, and utterly
subservient womenfolk. It's been a darned good victory party so far, and I haven't even shotgunned my tenth Buckler yet.
But hell, why am I yakking? We're all here to congratulate my man Tommy "The Hammer" Delay, without whom us milk-skinned, born-again
GOP millionaires could never have managed to lasso democracy like the troublemaking calf it is and do what generations of lonely frontier
cowpokes have: fuck it but good. So take it away, Hammerino!
(Thunderous Applause.)
CONGRESSMAN DeLAY: Thank you, Mr. President. Thank you. As you all know, I am a man of few words, so I will keep this short.
Earlier this summer, Democrats in the Texas legislature – most of them colored – fled my great state in an act of desperate
cowardice, selfishly trying to prevent their inevitable political lynching by refusing to allow a quorum that would enable me and
Governor Pretty Boy Not-Bush to erase all those whiny, excessively pigmented voting districts and serve up the gift of five or six new Republican
seats to the U.S. House of Representatives.
It was disgusting. Why, I had to use Federal tax dollars and multiple Federal security agencies like the FBI and Department of Homeland Security
to hunt those outlaws down. And when they finally came back, do you know that they had the gall to be unrepentant?!
(Gasps.)
It's true. They said that redistricting should be left to the incompetent and depressingly non-partisan US Census every ten years, and
that my new map would "disenfranchise minorities." Well excuse me, but if the good Lord wanted for poor dirt savages and decent
people like my dear, departed Momma to mix – much less vote in the same
district – then he would have made Mexicans blondes, Negroes thin-lipped, and my Momma a drug-addicted, illegitimate-baby-spewing
layabout sex fiend. But that's NOT what the Lord wants, and that's why once again, we Republicans have prevailed.
(Applause.)
Yes, we succeeded, dammit. It took a lot of arm twisting, nipple pinching, and anonymous late night phones calls from yours truly threatening
so-and-so liberal twat bag a one-way ride on the tar baby Ford F150 asphalt express, but we did it. We managed, yet again, to seize
power by using our democracy's obscure parliamentary rules and failsafes against itself – because you can only get a bucketful
of moo juice by grabbing ALL the teats at once, folks. And if that means cracking open some low class farmer's skull with the milkin' stool,
then God's will be done.
Now I may have started out as just a lowly exterminator who was always being hospitalized for recreational huffing of Raid® Crack 'N Crevice
HolocaustTM, but I still know a thing or two between seizures. I know that America may have been built on law – but it rests on the golden rule: those with
gold, rule. So it was in the beginning, so it shall be now. If God didn't intend us to rule, he wouldn't have given our ancestors this
gold, as well as a stronger immunity to Smallpox.
Our victory in Texas assures us that none of the transparent laws that govern this empire apply to those above the law. We are
above the law. We are angels gentleman! We live in the clouds and dictate the fates of the bugs. The pests.
Gentlemen – a toast! Raise your glasses of bug juice! Raise them! And repeat after me:
To Texas, our third legalistic coup!
(Applause.)
Next up... Illinois!
(Applause.)
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