Frank Chow: Asian- American Political Pundit

Oh man was I in a mood last night. Poor Drinking Liberally folks were not expecting that much rage on a Tuesday night! I cannot apologize because there was ton to talk about; the possible cave on the public option, Van Jones, primaries in 2010 and how much North Dakota sucks barrs. Yeah ND fans I got no love for you, deal with it! Overall another successful night, remember every other Tuesday (not sure what that means) and maybe you will get a chance to hangout with the best folks in the Chi. In the good of the world newsies, Small Brown Bike are reuniting , if you have not heard their music take a listen and if you don't rock out you are not a fan of rock. Have fun being one of those tree hugging, bell bottom hippies, I will continue to be a ragetastic metal/punk/indie/awesome dude with like pecs and guns for arms. Oh and major ninja skills. Here are your highlights: Harry Reid finally gets a brain Israel looks to be making a compromise putting Netanyahu in between a rock and a ha...

Frank: But I don't want to go among mad people. The Cat: Oh, you can't help that. We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad. Frank: How do you know I'm mad? The Cat: You must be. Or you wouldn't have come here. Frank: And how do you know that you're mad? The Cat: To begin with, a dog's not mad. You grant that? Frank: I suppose so, The Cat: Well, then, you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad. As the story goes, what the Queen of Chicago wants the Queen of Chicago gets. The Chesire Mayor laughs all the way to more exposure and one step closer to the Daleympics. Every loyal subject will be giddy to happily oblige her majesty and down the rabbit stink hole we all will go. I am Frank Chow and I approved this message Windy Citizen

So here is what I think of ole Poop-head McOprah, you might think you are funny and you might think you can run the planet on Soccer Mom slop, but you suck. Your alien-sized head, Medussa make-up and lame show themes, your ugly poo smelling face it all adds up to your suckage. Here's one fact; billions of dollars doesn't include class. This fatty McFatterton cries over children in Africa, but can't help the Asian worker who makes your "O" sweaters! Bet you would have been pissed if Connie Chung was like " click click snap snap ba ba" or perhaps "yo bitches wheres da facial cream at? My homies needs to be pale like Michael Jackson, let's hit it up and go hang with Jay-Z and Nas. P.S. Drive-bys." I am so mad I am going to make a rap album about it and eat some fried chicken. McFatHeadOprah, you just got served. Asians are not punch lines....unless I say so. I am Frank Chow and I approved this message.