Okay, now the Obama campaign gaffes are approaching cosmic joke status. All that’s missing from this campaign is running commentary by Mike and his robot friends.
Oh — and yes, not only does McCain know how to send email, he’s been doing so for years. (Via.)
Update: and during the intermission we can all watch Wile E. Reporter, Super-Journalist.
About this column, another hysterical Sarah-Palin-basher by Canadian-tax-payer-salaried Heather Malick, I have only two things to say:
One — her coy “is it racism? I wouldn’t know, as my pure and innocent mind is incapable of recognizing that awful thing!”* statement speculating why so many Americans are choosing McCain/Palin over Obama/What’sisname; does she know that Sarah Palin’s husband is a Yup’ik Indian Eskimo**? That’s it, folks — the word “racism” officially died today as a term meaning anything.
Two — what the hell is “violently rich”? Does she think that being wealthy is a state of being, like being ill — it just sort of happens? (She’s got a master’s degree in English and works for a government institution, so she probably does think that.) Or does she imagine that after garnering over a certain set amount of money people go insane and become psychotic killers? Gee, I know Bill Gates doesn’t have the greatest reputation in the world but I was unaware until now of his mad rampages through the midnight streets of Redmond with a bloody axe.
Via many people, but the latest was The Anchoress so she gets the link.
*OK, I paraphrased, but not that much.
**Eskimo? Indian? Indian? Eskimo? Whatever — all I know is I refuse to use jawbreaking, carpal-tunnel-inducing PC terms like “Native American.”
For God’s sakes, Obama, you’re only a couple of years older than me — you can’t possibly give a real shit about what happened at Kent State. You were frickin’ nine years old.
I smell flop sweat.
To any of my fellow drivers on Orange Blossom Trail who were wondering who that woman was screaming “It’s a French word, dummy!” ino the dawn — I got to hear the following from the deejay of the jazz station I listen to, about the word “vignette”:
English is such a strange language. It’s pronounced “vin-yet,” but it looks like it should be pronounced “vig-netti.”
Aarrgghh!
When you sicken enough of your own, what do you think you deserve?
[…]I thought the extremely bizarre story, so obvious a blatant lie, that somehow appeared in The Daily Kos, claiming Governor Sarah Palin had somehow faked her own pregnancy to cover up for her wayward teenage daughter would be laughed off and quickly vanish from the Kos pages like the trash it was. It was a joke, A sad, sick joke.
But instead of the aborted fetus it should have been, it was born full grown into the waiting arms of liberal bloggers and journalists, who quickly passed out cigars and congratulated themselves as proud mamas and papas. All this in spite of the fact that absolutely everyone knew the story was an absolute lie.
The only thing we aborted was the truth.
Maybe the divisions between us shouldn’t be labeled “Democrat” and “Republican” or “conservative” and “liberal.” Maybe they should be called what they are: the sort of people who are disgusted by the tactics described above, and the sort of people for whom they are a-okay. Or in other words, “normal people” versus “scum.”
(Via.)
Don’t you love it when liberal columnists lecture us unwashed conservative hicks on morals? Gee, maybe you people should have thought of all this when you decided all those years ago that self-restraint was for the squares.
(Via.)
I’ll have more to say on this later, but I have to get ready for work.
You know, if Sarah Palin’s daughter’s pregnancy can make liberals rethink their ideal of sexual freedom at any cost, then the momentary embarrassment many conservatives are feeling has been worth it.
Actually I had a friend like that. (No longer.) She could pick up men at bars and have one-night stands (which she insisted on telling me about in lubricious detail), sleep with all her actual boyfriends without the benefit of wedlock, and so on, but when I announced I was moving away with my then-fiancé she acted as if I’d committed adultery with the pope. She actually had the nerve to tell me I should have made then-fiancé marry me first. See, as long as I continued to be the non-dating, non-sex-having, celibate “good” girl, she felt — oh I don’t know. Safe? In control? Since I didn’t date I could always be counted on to be there when she needed a shoulder to cry on; suddenly I had a life. That wasn’t supposed to happen.
This is how tolerant, progressive, anything-goes liberal leftists are: like children who engage in naughty behavior because they know that long-suffering mom and dad have steady jobs, love them unconditionally, and thus will always be there to bail their kids out of trouble. This makes the kids feel guilty because deep down inside they know they are wrong, and feeling guilty makes them feel uncomfortable, and feeling uncomfortable takes them out of their safe padded little fun universe, which makes them feel angry, so they take it out in “acting out” behavior, rudeness towards their parents (the objects of their guilty feelings), and cutting their parents down to all their cool friends. It’s like when the parents of Baby Boomers started getting divorces; suddenly all those “no fault” loopholes the hip, with-it Me Generation cooked up for themselves didn’t look like such neat escape hatches anymore.
Re this freakshow that recently happened near where I live because of that weird disappeared kid case:
A family of protesters made its way to the home of the grandparents of Caylee Anthony Monday morning.
Ericka Courtney, her husband and their three children showed up at the Anthonys’ home with signs to protest what they called a lack of support for the missing 3-year-old.
Courtney and her family even started banging on the front door, demanding to speak with George or Cindy Anthony.
Orange County Sheriff’s deputies eventually arrived and cited Courtney for trespassing.
“Why I’m here today is to say what happened to Caylee is wrong, and there should be more people standing in support to figure out where the child is,” a tearful Courtney told News 13. “Don’t support this family; don’t support George and Cindy. Support Caylee, and find out where she is.”
Courtney told News 13 the case of Caylee Anthony hit home with her family, because she lost a daughter years ago.
I have one question: what. Fucking. Business. Is it of these people? I don’t care that you lost your daughter recently, lady. That’s what therapy is for. Harassing the families of missing kids (regardless of whether or not one of them did away with the child) won’t bring your daughter back, and your actions on live tv in front of God and everybody only cements Florida’s status as a nuthouse full of low-class trash.
Update: just to clarify, I saw this on a news segment on tv this morning, and it really irritated me. The woman was carrying on as if she was on Oprah. Did she even know the missing kid? I think not. I think this is a case of some people have to be the bride at every wedding and the corpse at every funeral, and be in everyone else’s business.
When I first read about the pregnant Palin daughter pregnancy (the real one, that is), I was, I admit, a tad disappointed. I am always disappointed when I hear about high school girls who aren’t married getting pregnant, but to be honest that’s because I don’t get the whole high-school-love, I-want-babies mentality, and I never did. When I was in high school I didn’t even date, and the whole idea of love-‘n’-hugs made me go “ugh,” not “awwww.” And I disapprove of high schoolers having sex anyway. For one thing, it’s so common. I’ve never understood the herd instinct. But at least Bristol and her paramour are getting married — that’s not common, at least not these days.
Anyway, I find it… amusing that some of my fellow* rightwingers have their underwear in a twist over this. (As for what lefties are saying, let us pass over such inanity in silence.) And here’s why, two words: Ronald Reagan. Or has everyone forgotten his rather famously dysfunctional set of kids? And Ronnie was even divorced once! The horror! But it’s all okay, because it’s Saint Reagan. And he’s not the only one. Democrats aren’t the only people with wacky relatives. Excuse me if I find the pronouncements from some high horses rather hypocritical. Why all of a sudden are we buying the leftist demand that Republicans have perfect families in order to qualify for office? We didn’t before. Why the change now? Are we so insecure that we have to flip out over the least little thing the way lefties do? I thought we were the ones wearing the grown-up pants.
*Updated — I had “so many rightwingers” when in fact most rightwingers have been sympathetic and understanding. So I changed it to “some of my fellow rightwingers.”