As has been mentioned previously, I’m heartily sick of the media dubbing each new scandal a Blahgate. I’ve contained my rage at Troopergate, if only because it appeared to be an election-spawned one-off, but no. Now we have Auntiegate, with the revelation that Obama’s half-aunt (on his father’s side) is an illegal alien. I mean, Christ on a bicycle, Media – can’t you think up something original?
Wait. That was a stupid question.
We’ve had Iguanagate, which couldn’t be redeemed even by the wonderful, ludicrous phonics of the word ‘iguana’. We’ve had Gong-gate, wherein the entire Woollongong Council proved themselves unfit to govern a white elephant stall, let alone handle real cash-money. We’ve had Grannygate and NAFTA-gate. We have, in fact, had it up to here with gates, fences, walls, doors or perimeter-keeping objects of any kind.
More importantly – and I say this with feeling – Watergate was the name of a hotel, you ignorant bastards! It was a scandal that brought down the Presidency in an unprecedented fashion, not just an amalgam of popular controversy! Fall in a well and die!
OK. I’m calm again now.
SO TRUE!
I lost my shit the other day when some wanker shock-jock labelled the Coogee Bay hotel thing “Gelato-gate”
DIE IN A FUCKING FIRE YOU INVETERATE SCUM!
Wow, you’re right. That does calm you down. Also, I’m not sure you’re allowed to use inveterate that way, but I liked it, so I shall let it stand.
Gelato-gate? AAAAAAGGGGHHHH!
I’m waiting, *oh how I am waiting*, for some dumbass political commentator to whip out a new gateology for when, inevitably, Obama gets a landmark Democrat swing in at least one Republican-heavy state. Then we’ll have Idahogate, or Carolinagate, or, God Help Us, Obamagate. Jeesus-Mahogany-Christ, I am sick of these people!
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