Yo, Charlie, Davey. Pull up, boyos. Have a pint. Got a bit of advice fer ye.
I've seen yer new ad, the one with the play actors pretending to be Louisianians who got their insurance cancelled because of that O'Bama fella. Nice production values, I guess, though a bit light on substance.
Still, I'm not here to criticize yer film makers. Yer choice, there. Just want to say a little bit about thrift.
Now, I know ye've got so much money ye make Croesus look like a poor farmer, and I know ye've a tooth fer mixing it up in elections, but Mary Landrieu? Are ye fookin' daft?
Yer main dish is what's euphemistically called "energy," right? Special tooth fer the black gold, I understand. Like to keep the government off the backs of the drillin' tarriers and all that.
So why in the name of St. Bridget would ye spend $3 million and climbing tryin' to knock off Mary Landrieu? This woman's never seen an oil rig she wouldn't genuflect to. Look at her votes. Fer fook's sake, look at her bloody donors.
She's bucking her party on oily tax breaks, the Keystone pipeline and just about everything else holy to ye people. And they just pissed in the party pool makin' her bloody energy committee chair. What the fook do ye want, bass?
More to the point, what the fook do ye think yer gonna get if yer plan works? Ye can take out Mary well enow, but the chances of the GOP takin' control of the Senate aren't even runnin' even. So the best bonnie gal ye could ever wish for would be out of the energy chair and the likes of anyone quite as friendly to yer goods are near to nothin'.
Put it this way: if me neighborhood pub was givin' me free beer, I dinna think I'd be spending my folding to shut 'em down.