Our “Champion of Justice”

Richard Blumenthal has been very quiet lately, but every now and then he’ll come out of hiding, and tells us all how hard he’s been working for the people of Connecticut, also anytime he does the tiniest little thing it’s plastered all over the news for a few days to show us that he’s still our “Champion of Justice” ready to fight to the death, to right a wrong, after that he climes back into his bunker or as his wife Cynthia calls it, “The Fortress of Solitude” to recharge his power supply.

As Attorney General he takes on the guerrillas like Big Tobacco, Microsoft, Smith & Wesson, and the list goes on. Every time Richard Blumenthal sues a megacorp it’s always under the pretense that he’s protecting the citizens of Connecticut, however his motives are much less than honorable than you’ll ever get him to admit. Money seems to be the most obvious reason for these lawsuits. Lots of times these lawsuits are just a regular old-fashion shake down. What he neglects to tell us is that when he decides to sue a gigantic guerrilla like the Tobacco industry, it’s an immensely unpleasant task. It’s not really too bad for him because he knows what he gets if he wins, but for many of us it’s a terrible situation he put us through, and we the people of Connecticut get nothing out of it except a whole lot of anxiety and stress that leads to many a sleepless night, and most of us don’t even understand why this is happening.

He makes his rounds like the guy in the ice-cream truck selling political favors, and what’s left of his soul. When you hear the tune, “I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy, Yankee Doodle do or die, a real live nephew to my Uncle Sam, born on the fourth of July.” well that’s Richard Blumenthal coming to your neighborhood to let everyone know that if you support him you can always call upon him to redeem those unused tokens. Then he demonstrates to all takers the intrinsic value of his clout. Something that he learned from Bill Clinton, the night he and his wife stayed in the Lincoln Bedroom.

He tells everyone exactly what they want to hear, with what seems to be a sincere gesture he offers his assurance that you can always count on Richard Blumenthal. With his soft spoken voice and his slightly effeminate demeanor that would immediately suggest to anyone a docile submissive disposition. Almost as if he is over compensating for something that he has to keep hidden. In other words, he’s a creep!