Twisted Spinster

If it was good enough for Winston Churchill, it’s good enough for me.

Update: and more. Heh.

Yesterday while driving around I got stuck in traffic behind a pickup truck with so many “Impeach George Bush” bumper stickers stuck to the back window that I wondered how the driver could see out of it.

Under President Obama we just may have to also endure John Kerry as Secretary of State. Um. No.

(Via Ace of Spades HQ.)

May 30th Update: and here’s another one! And in further honor of La Sarandon… (bonus Italian subtitles!)

Hi kids! Sorry, lotta things to do today. Well, some things. For instance, I finally was up late enough last night to observe my back patio being flooded by a busted irrigation pipe, as I told my landlord days ago. I even took pictures. Here is one. (It will open in a new window.) No, that’s not an ornamental pond, that’s supposed to be a bed of mulch.

And then I have a bunch of other errands to run, so I may not get back to this box before night. C ya.

Update: oh, a couple more things before I go. First, I finally broke down and closed two tabs at once in my Firefox browser. Oh! I am a wild woman! (Take that, punitive little “are you sure you really want to do that Dave?” message that pops up every time I click on the window close box instead of the tab close.)

And second: I am not sure that the spectacle of thousands of women having to commit the degrading act of prostituting themselves during wartime for food, shelter, and safety should be described as a “liberating” “sex romp.” (Via Kathy Shaidle.)

Kathy wonders why

“women” who are “trapped” in all these men’s bodies are always so butt ugly when they’re finally “set free”?

My favorite part of the article, though, is the paragraph that carefully points out that

Emma, aged 42, has a birth certificate and a “gender recognition certificate” to prove her legal status as a woman although she is still waiting for final surgery to make her transition from male to female physically complete.

It’s not so easy to take that final, irrevocable step, is it. Oh and of course, as always seems to be the way, “Emma” used to be “a married dad of two called Andrew.” This whole story is supposed to make us feel sorry for Andy/Emma, but in my case it just isn’t working properly, despite the fact that our tranny’s opponent is one of those extra-touchy members of the “Religion of Peace.” I’m with Kathy — can’t they both lose?

Oh God, apparently Ted Kennedy has been rushed to the hospital. I hope it’s nothing worse than an impacted ham sandwich, because I don’t think I could take the All-Kennedy-All-The-Time worship-fest that the media will indulge in if it turns out to be more serious.

Update: exactly.

I can tell you right now that when I was a child I’d have died rather than allowed myself to be dressed up like I dwelt in the Littlest Whorehouse in Texas. Hell, I felt enough on display in the “Princess Available as Future Wife ‘N’ Mom” gear my doting parental units decked me out in. At least the W & M brigade got guaranteed homes and male shelf-installing help (at least until divorce became the latest thing, and then there was at least the sop of alimony); what do budding young hookers get to hope for? That they’ll be lucky enough to land a pimp who won’t beat them when he’s high?

You stay classy, moms of America.

People wonder why the Kennedy assassination has been traditionally treated with such hysteria that even so-called prestigious, scholarly institutions have been corrupted by the conspiracy theory industry, so that reasoned study of the actual facts of the case is now nearly impossible. But I don’t. Here’s the conclusion I have come to about “Kennedyitis” and the people who suffer it:

First, Kennedy was “different” — he was considered young and good-looking, unlike the rest of the crusty old men that had held office before him. (Personally, I think he looked like Mr. Ed, and I find the Boston accent to be beyond grating. But apparently in the early 60s that high-haired, shiny-toothed look was the sine qua non of male beauty, at least for a politician.) He also had a cute, young, fashionable wife. Previous president’s wives were, well, let’s say they were “motherly” in appearance, not the sort of females found in fashion spreads. And more important than any of these was television — Kennedy was the first widely televised president. Of course from time to time other presidents had their mugs on the little black and white screens, and there were also newsreels in the theater, but Kennedy was right there in everyone’s living room, all the time, flashing those teeth. He also made good speech, saying all the right things about prosperity and brotherhood and impressing the foreigners, but that wouldn’t have meant much if he also hadn’t been perceived as young and sexy (Marilyn Monroe got involved with him for God’s sake). There might have been other presidents who were actually young and attractive (though I can’t bring any to mind — Thomas Jefferson? No, he was old when he got elected, wasn’t he…) but they didn’t have television to implant their features and personality on the nation.

One more factor is the first set of Baby Boomers was coming of age. Kennedy was “their” president, so of course his assassination was the Most Important Event Ever, it shattered the universe, it couldn’t have been a lone gunman with a bee in his bonnet, the evil forces the New Youth already sensed were arrayed against them (Mom and Dad! The Warmongering no-dancing, no-drinking, no-fun oldsters! A.k.a. “the Mob,” “right-wingers,” and capitalists — which purveyors of Beatles records and mini skirts of course were not) had to have done it, just to rain on their parade.

I don’t watch MSNBC or NBC nor any other news channels or talk shows or any of those WE GOTZ BAD REPUGS OMGWTFBBQ “exposé” shows but I just read this smackdown offered up by Karl Rove to the lead dude on one of those shows and I must say Rove PWNZ. No really, there isn’t anything left but a No More Years! coffee mug lying on the floor and a few shreds of mangled cloth waving in the breeze from the broken windows.

(Via.)

Because I don’t want to DIE!!!.

Hey man, it’s from the New York Times — who else are you going to believe?