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This past weekend, Kentucky Senator Jim Bunning informed Ruth Bader Ginsburg, who is fighting pancreatic cancer, that she has just nine months to live.  Undoubtedly the Senator felt he was doing Justice Ginsburg a favor by giving it to her straight, and probably expected her to immediately resign from the Supreme Court and try cramming a lifetime of experience into her few remaining months.  In fact, as he delivered his diagnosis to the Hardin County Republican Party’s Lincoln Day Dinner, it’s likely Senator Bunning paused for one poignant moment to envision the former Supreme Court Justice traveling the world like Ben Gazzara in Run For Your Life, jumping out of planes, driving race cars, and getting involved in the problems of guest stars Suzanne Pleshette, Fernando Lamas, and Mel Tormé.

But there was an unexpected twist to the story, when it turned out that the very same actuarial tables Bunning relied upon to calculate the speed at which sand was pouring through Justice Ginsburg’s hourglass proved that the Senator himself has been dead for over two years!  According to the latest figures, life expectancy for a white male in the U.S. is 75.7.  In Kentucky, it’s 75.2.  Bunning, who was born on October 23, 1931, is 77.4 years old.  Like Edmund O’Brien in the noir classic D.O.A., the Senator is a dead man walking, with only days — perhaps hours — to track down and bring to justice the statistician who killed him.

13 Responses to “Bunning Has Only 48 Hours To Solve His Own Murder!”

If he isn’t dead w/in the wk., I volunteer to keep the actuarial tables accurate, at least in that jerk’s case.

Hey, did Ben Gazzara ever die in that show, or did it just disappear at the end of summer re-runs? Seems it only ran two yrs.

(No, I’m not going to IMDb or anywhere else to look it up. You bring it up, you better be ready to answer questions!)

the Senator himself has been braindead for over two years as long as anyone can bother to recall.

F’zd.

I volunteer to keep the actuarial tables accurate
James Blish was way ahead of you — see “Statistician’s Day”.

“Senator Bunning, can you explain to us what are your feelings or wishes now?”

There was an instant return of the hectic circles on the cheeks; the tongue quivered, or rather rolled violently in the mouth (although the jaws and lips remained rigid as before;) and at length the same hideous voice which I have already described, broke forth:

“For God’s sake! — quick! — quick! — put me to sleep — or, quick! — waken me! — quick! — I say to you that I am dead!

The ’55 Tigers said that Bunning has “an excellent curve ball, a confusing delivery and a sneaky fast ball.” Now he can add excellent actuarial table reading, confusing point-making and sneaky death predictions to the resume.

Bunning lurches forward, rigid arms extended, the foul odor of putrescence issuing from his undead body:”Giiiinsburg, soon you will be mine, all miiiiiine!”

Jeebus, when/if I get that obnoxious just sneak up behind me and shoot me.

I said “when,” not now.

Hey, does this mean if I run for Senate and win, I automatically get an honorary MD so that I can make telediagnoses of conservative justices and vegetative women?

I said “when,” not now.

Left by heydave on February 24th, 2009

This is America, land of the pre-emptive strike.

Herr Doktor – Mary Shelley? Stoker? Poe? Who?

(James Blish, forsooth…)

Do what I did, Li’l Innocent, and Google the italicized phrase in the quote, enclosed in double-quotes. Purity of essence is guaranteed.

Bunning is a class act. (Oh, how did that happen? “L” and “R” aren’t anywhere near each other on the keyboard!)

Whatta douche. Hope that he is afflicted with colo-rectal & prostate cancers of the incurable kind, and that they have to operate on him with a rusty clothes hanger.

…maybe, while they’re in there, they’ll find his HEAD. Empty and fetid as it is, it won’t require a lot of force or torque to get that mutha out, what with his oft-relaxed sphincter muscles and all…

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