Twisted Spinster

The reality on the ground. Sure, Obama campaigned to be the Princess Sparklepony Unicorn Rider promiser of all things good and liberal to get his ass in the Oval Office. But now that he’s there he has to govern the whole kit and kaboodle that is the USA, not just do what the leftist-weirdo majority that backed him wants. The first unpleasant kick in the crotch to the wealthy hippie left was Proposition 8, which was passed mostly thanks to the Hispanic and Black minorities who — shock, horror, why you ungrateful…– mostly don’t like gay people and want marriage to mean a lady and a man. Picking some bland centrist dude who happens to not be ashamed to be Christian to give the invocation at his inauguration ceremony instead of, oh, I don’t know, that performance artist woman who paints her naked body with raw eggs and chocolate* and screams about her dad? is kick number two, or twenty — I haven’t been paying attention, I must admit. Anyway, the Noisy Left is not pleased. Ooh, I love the smell of Schadenfreude in the morning.

Of course, let us not forget how stupid the Noisy Left is. And let not my fellow righties relax our fascist vigilance. Don’t put those jackboots away! Think of the Noisy Left as a distraction to hide Obama’s real agenda.

(Via Kathy Schaidle.)

*Trufax: I once got free tickets to a Karen Finley, ah, performance in Miami Beach from this guy I knew who owned a record store. This was back in the early 90s, so she’s been at this stuff for a while. Anyway, I didn’t go. I was tired, my car was broken — I don’t remember my excuse. Or maybe I just didn’t feel like watching a naked lady smear eclair ingredients all over herself. I had pretty low standards at the time but I did have my limits.