Ashmo Hoodoo

Posted on March 22, 2007 by Varg

It seems as though New Orleans blogger Dr. Ashley Morris feels he is possessed with some hoodoo-like power for political downfall since he recently met and had a photo taken of himself with our soon to be not-dere-no-more governor Kathleen Babineaux Blanco.

Well, let’s give this a shot.

Remember, it only works if you believe…

15 thoughts on “Ashmo Hoodoo”

scout prime says:

March 22, 2007 at 9:32 am

I do believe.
I do believe.

Thanks this had me laughing out loud.
jeffrey says:

March 22, 2007 at 9:57 am

Hey! Leave the Kingfish outta this!
saintseester says:

March 22, 2007 at 1:50 pm

OMG this is one of the best things I’ve seen so far this political season (what am I saying? It’s always a political season).
Ashley's wife says:

March 22, 2007 at 2:15 pm

I want large prints of all those! Ha ha ha
Michael says:

March 22, 2007 at 3:29 pm

I’m believing…I’m believing.
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Michael says:

March 22, 2007 at 3:30 pm

Ack–let’s try this again:
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Varg says:

March 22, 2007 at 5:23 pm

I see you’ve got the make-sure-Ashmo-is-staring-at-his-subject-like-he-wants-to-devour-their-soul part down.
liprap says:

March 22, 2007 at 6:25 pm

Hah! The NOLA blogpocheh’s very own Forrest Gump!

Who else should we try the Perfesser’s hoodoo on?
Michael says:

March 22, 2007 at 7:03 pm

I’ve been seeing Tom DeLay’s freakish little mug on TV far too often of late…

Maybe this can reverse that particular tide.
Ray Ward says:

March 22, 2007 at 9:26 pm

Ashley is the new Zelig.
Varg says:

March 22, 2007 at 9:43 pm

I like Ashmo’s look (even though they are all the same picture) in the Bush pic, it’s like he’s saying, “Are you fuckin crazy?”

Here’s one that must be done. And it’s a large one for Miz Morris!
liprap says:

March 23, 2007 at 5:43 am

Send that last one to Traveling Mermaid, too.
Adrastos says:

March 23, 2007 at 9:34 am

Love the one with Jordan. I’m enjoying all the havoc that I unintentionally started with a mere comment. I’ll be power mad for minutes…
ashley says:

March 23, 2007 at 1:10 pm

Am I Zelig, or the Evil Bert?
judyb says:

March 26, 2007 at 7:30 am

Thanks for making me LOL!!

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