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By Kim Voynar Voynar@moviecitynews.com

Go Tinklenberg!

Awesome news coming from Minnesota Public Radio: The Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee has reportedly added El Tinklenberg to the list of candidates it will support from its Red to Blue Fund, which pours money into the coffers of Democratic candidates in races where there’s a good possibility of taking back a Republican-controlled seat.
The DCCC will, it seems, spend more than $1 million in television ads supporting Tinklenberg in his race against Michele “McCarthy” Bachmann. The ads start tomorrow. This could be just what the Tink needs to uproot Bachmann and put a Democrat in the seat for Minnesota’s Sixth Congressional District. One question … will the DCCC’s ads end with a “thank you” to Bachmann for handing them her own head on a silver platter? She keeps trying to backtrack and talk her way out of this, but that’s kind of hard to do when the video of you saying the very things you’re denying saying is out there to be seen by anyone and everyone.
It’s going to be a close race, but here’s hoping Tinklenberg pulls it off. This has just become one of the hottest races to watch on election night.
… and mucho thanks to Ray Pride for tipping me off about this.

4 Responses to “Go Tinklenberg!”

  1. Deathtongue_Groupie says:

    This is on top of the $640K that came in within 48 hours of her appearance on Hardball.
    The RNC must be shitting bricks, she turned a cake walk re-election into a toss up with one Fascist remark.
    Way to go!

  2. Mgmax says:

    Oh great, another “movie” blog that’s all about liberal politics. Anyone know a movie blog that’s about movies?

  3. jeffmcm says:

    Mgmax, didn’t you read the first three letters after the www up above?

  4. swordandpen says:

    Mgmax, do you plan to do this martyr routine on every movie blog?

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