When I heard, I thought it was a clever parody. No one could possibly be that craven. But Kos has been trying to “crash the gates” of the Democratic elite for well over a decade now without success.
It’s not surprising though. The club he’s trying to break into values, with ample reason, the killer instinct that Kos lacks. Being a successful blogger (and one who’s become rich doing it) isn’t enough. You have to be feared as well as respected, and who fears or respects a sycophant? If your loyalty is guaranteed, you get treated like a punk.
That’s because you are a punk.
In Kos’ honor, then, and in honor of his front page staff (some of whom once had integrity), I’ve come up with new lyrics to tune of the above referenced song:
Wrap up some red roses
For a Blue lady
Mr Florist take my (transparently price inflated) order, please!
And if they do the trick,
I’ll be back to lick
Her filthy asshole
For a party job!
Or an easy shot
At a TV pundit spot,
So I can finally
Wipe my shitty gob!
Do they love you yet, Markos?
