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2005-08-29 -Short Attention Span Theater-
Rev Al's car pulled over doing 110
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Posted by Steve 2005-08-29 16:22|| || Front Page|| [2 views since 2007-05-07]  Top

#1 [....]
Well, I wound it up to 110;
Twisted the speedometer cable right off the end.
Had my foot glued right to the floor;
I said, "That's all there is - there ain't no more.

Now the fellas thought I'd lost all sense;
The telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
They said, "Slow down, I see spots."
The lines on the road just looked like dots.

Went around a corner and passed a truck;
I crossed my fingers just for luck -
The fenders clickin' the guard rail post;
The guy beside me was white as a ghost.

Smoke was rollin' outta the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
I knew I could catch him and hoped I could pass
But when I did I'd be short on gas.

There were flames comin' from out of the side;
You could feel the tension; man, what a ride.
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly"
And the Cadillac pulled over and let me by.

All of a sudden a rod started knockin';
Down in the depths she started a rockin'.
I looked in the mirror and a red light was blinkin';
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln.

Well they arrested me and put me in jail.
I called my pop to make my bail.
He said, 'Son, you're gonna drive me t' drinkin',
If you don't quit drivin' that - Hot ... Rod ... Lincoln!'
Posted by Alaska Paul">Alaska Paul  2005-08-29 16:46||   2005-08-29 16:46|| Front Page Top

#2 What can I say. Bitch be creepin me out...
Do you know who I am, officer?
Posted by Rev. Al Sharpton 2005-08-29 16:49||   2005-08-29 16:49|| Front Page Top

#3 Kid Sharpton: Jarret Maupin is the reverend Al's handpicked protégé. Is Phoenix City Hall ready?

Jarrett Maupin is running for the Phoenix City Council. Motto: "Putting the people back in politics." He links to Air America, the AZ Dem party, the Mexican American Political Association, and Chicanos por la Causa.
Posted by Seafarious">Seafarious  2005-08-29 16:54||   2005-08-29 16:54|| Front Page Top

#4 Correction: the car's driver was Jarrett Maupin Sr. The candidate is Jarrett Jr. and he's only 17 years old...
Posted by Seafarious">Seafarious  2005-08-29 17:00||   2005-08-29 17:00|| Front Page Top

#5 Only 17? Well you gotta show THE MAN that you mean business early if you want to set yourself up for a life of no heavy lifting. I'll bet that's the first lesson in the Al Sharpton Training Manual.
Posted by tu3031 2005-08-29 17:06||   2005-08-29 17:06|| Front Page Top

#6 Damn, I was hoping for a Princess Di ending!
Posted by Thraise Thaper4613 2005-08-29 17:19||   2005-08-29 17:19|| Front Page Top

#7 Something tells me the Deputies nowadays are too PC to say, "You in a heapa trouble, boy."
Posted by Xbalanke 2005-08-29 17:34||   2005-08-29 17:34|| Front Page Top

#8 AP - Beat me to it. Good snippet.

The driver was rushing Sharpton to the airport after his visit anti-war activist Cindy Sheehan on Sunday at her camp outside President Bush's ranch in Crawford.
He must have heard about the next biggest concentration of TV cameras somewhere else.
Posted by eLarson 2005-08-29 19:01|| http://larsonian.blogspot.com]">[http://larsonian.blogspot.com]  2005-08-29 19:01|| Front Page Top

#9 you would hope think the g force from the bling medallions would do neck damage going that fast
Posted by Frank G">Frank G  2005-08-29 19:20||   2005-08-29 19:20|| Front Page Top

#10 If these guys were so pressed for time, one would think that they would have hired a helicopter to take the Rev. Al (*ahem*) Sharpton to the airport. Of course, that would have blown the shakedown budget.
Posted by Alaska Paul">Alaska Paul  2005-08-29 19:57||   2005-08-29 19:57|| Front Page Top

#11 crawford need Seann Penn for the hat trick..
Posted by macofromoc 2005-08-29 21:15||   2005-08-29 21:15|| Front Page Top

#12 //#6 Damn, I was hoping for a Princess Di ending!
Posted by Thraise Thaper4613 2005-08-29 17:19|| Front Page|| Comment Top
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go away!
Posted by muck4doo 2005-08-29 22:06|| http://meatismurder.blogspot.com/]">[http://meatismurder.blogspot.com/]  2005-08-29 22:06|| Front Page Top

#13 please, Muck! You think Rev Al wouldn't go down on Dodie Fayed in the back of a Limo for money?

/inappropriateness, but true
Posted by Frank G">Frank G  2005-08-29 22:39||   2005-08-29 22:39|| Front Page Top

#14 Alaska Paul, I can hear that Texas Boggie beat in the backround. Time to dig out the CD with both Hot Rod Linclon and Hot Rod Race on it.

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000003LGS/qid=/sr=/ref=cm_lm_asin/104-3796213-7005528?v=glance
Posted by Cheaderhead 2005-08-29 22:48||   2005-08-29 22:48|| Front Page Top

#15 Commander Cody and the Lost Planet Airmen?
Posted by Frank G">Frank G  2005-08-29 22:58||   2005-08-29 22:58|| Front Page Top

#16 The righteous rev. doth have his car driven by the hired help way too fast. Driver's got a hearing and vision problem too it seems. Says alot about Sharp Al though we already knew the basics of the ugliness.
Posted by MunkarKat 2005-08-29 23:31||   2005-08-29 23:31|| Front Page Top

#17 Commander Cody and the Lost Planet Airmen?

Bet yer ass, boy. A freakin' classic...
Posted by mojo">mojo  2005-08-29 23:39||   2005-08-29 23:39|| Front Page Top

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