Makin' us proud here in Missouri (yes, Roy, it's pronounced Missour-ee and not Missour-uh). What a tone-deaf idiot.

I assume he's talking about Hall of Fame pitcher-turned-Republican Senator Jim Bunning. Because the alternative is, well, either remarkably tone deaf or else blatantly racist, and who could possibly think such a thing about such a wonderful man as Roy Fucking Blunt.

The monkeys are the GOP base. As a GOP Rep he has to go with whatever they do. It is well known that anyone with enough spine to speak truth to crazy cannot win a GOP primary.

I'm not going to go shoutin' "racist!" just because some old, white, southern Republican man uses the word "monkey" in an address to a bunch of other mostly older, mostly southern, overwhelmingly white Republicans. Happy reminiscencess about the British raj, however, is pretty tin-eared.

Sorry guys... I have to politely disagree on this one. I'm a liberal through and through, but it's stuff like this that makes us look like crazy moonbats. Can nobody ever again mention a monkey? His comment wasn't even about the President. Is this really any different than the false-outrage last fall when Obama used "lipstick on a pig" and the wacko right screamed sexism for two weeks?

There are bigger fish to fry than this.

And sorry if I offended any fish.

That's from a Unitarian Universalist sermon-

Next time try the google.

Golfing With Monkeys
a sermon by Rev. Scott W. Alexander
Unitarian Universalist Church of Rockville, March 11, 2007

http://www.uucr.org/sermons/golfingwithmonkeys.html

...“Golfing With Monkeys”…now there’s a sermon title that tells you ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about what I want to focus upon this morning, nothing (that is) unless you know the rather intriguing story. Is anybody here this morning familiar with the “Golfing With Monkeys” story? Good, I like “basically clueless congregations,” they’re more receptive!

Here’s the story: The Rev. Gregory Knox Jones (a Presbyterian minister who serves a church just over the River in Northern Virginia) writes that “Once the English had colonized and established their businesses, they yearned for recreation and decided to build a golf course in Calcutta. Golf in Calcutta present a unique obstacle. Monkeys would drop out of the trees, scurry across the course and seize the golf balls. The monkeys would play with the balls, tossing them here and there. At first, the golfers tried to control the monkeys. Their first strategy was to build high fences around the fairways and greens. This approach, which seemed initially to hold much promise, was abandoned when the golfers discovered that a fence is no challenge to an ambitious monkey. Next the golfers tried luring the monkeys away from the course. But the monkeys found nothing as amusing as watching humans go wild whenever their little white balls were disturbed. In desperation, the British began trapping the monkeys. But for every monkey they carted off, another would appear. Finally, the golfers gave into reality and a rather novel ground rule . Golfers were obliged to PLAY THE BALL WHERE THE MONKEY DROPPED IT…As you can imagine, playing could be maddening. A beautiful drive down the center of the fairway might be picked up by a monkey and then dropped in the rough. Or the opposite could happen. A hook or slice that had produced a miserable lie might be flung onto the fairway.” The unpredictable monkeys, then, brought equal measures of gratuitous bad and good luck to the game...."

Careful with that arm, you're really stretching it here.