I’ve been busy practicing the fine art of bitchitude
offline.
Let’s jump right on in!
First let me acknowledge a clear and absolute case of
whoop ass.
Congrats to the San
Francisco Giants, who beat the Cardinals last night and closed the deal. Impressive…they came back from being
down 3 games to 1 and are now going to the World Series. And congrats to
the Cards for a fantastic run!
Pause…lick wounds…continue.
Shall we?
Last night was the final debate of the presidential
campaign. President Obama’s team
can celebrate a decisive win…and we who do political ground work can move on to the
shit that wins elections.
Yep, I’m talking turnout!
If you’re in Missouri you’d best prepare yourself to be
called, canvassed, and mailed to within an inch of your vote-based life.
Think of it as a display of our extreme admiration of your likely voter status!
Blink.
A quick note on the McCaskill v. Akin race here in Missouri.
Clearly Team Akin is dedicated to continuing their How To
Alienate Women Voters clinic.
Before I could even fire off a post about Congressman Akin
describing Senator McCaskill a dog on the campaign trail, his spokesman took to
Twitter with this painful attempt at humor.
Yesterday, Rick Tyler tweeted "If Claire McCaskill were
a dog, she'd be a 'Bullshitsu'."
Um.
Okay.
I’ve got to admit that I was more surprised at the public
display of what Team Akin would call potty language from a campaign that bathes twice
daily in the rhetoric of sanctified evangelical purification than I was by the lame
ass attempt to deflect attention from Akin’s latest verbal malfunction.
I’m serious!
Akin is outing all kinds of previously private
Republicanisms.
They publicly express compassion for rape survivors…while
privately believing that women who are pregnant as a result of rape are lying about the assault.
They publicly talk about how much they adore children with
special needs…while privately pushing policies that allow religious institutions to refuse insurance coverage for children with autism and believing
programs like Medicaid, which millions of disabled Americans (cause those
special needs kids grow up to be adults with special needs) depend on, should
be destroyed.
And they go on and on about their religious values while employing campaign staff who casually turn out tweets that have to be accompanied with a
language disclaimer on local newscasts!
Nice.
Oh, catch that knee before you hurt some body!
Tis true that I adore cursing…a lot.
But I’m not the one tossing out bullshit critiques of “ladylike” behavior while running a campaign that puts schoolyard bullies to
shame.
Blink.
Onward!
1 comment:
I’ve been busy practicing the fine art of bitchitude offline.
So all the bitchitude that has come before has been simply raw talent?
Oh my . . .
If you've done this well without practice, the mind boggles at the thought of what you heights of bitchitude you can reach with practice.
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