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creepy politics

May 19, 2008

as of late i’ve been weary of people who say that this country “isn’t ready” for a female OR african american president.  some of my weariness stems from a need for self-preservation.  i mean, if clinton or obama doesn’t win the presidency by a significant mandate…dear god, i don’t want to even imagine what that would do to my mental state.

but my main reason for objecting to that kind of logic is that it undermines decades (centuries, really) of grassroots’ struggle for gender and racial equality.  it suggests that the feminist and civil rights movements have had little effect on the day to day lives of most americans and that the cultural phenomena sought to be overturned by such movements are still deeply rooted within us.

and through my brain isn’t big enough to discuss the true theoretical intricacies of my argument, it just FEELS wrong to suggest that i, as a woman, am no better off because of feminism or that barack obama, as an aferican american, is no better off because of the civil rights movement.  by extension, it FEELS wrong to also suggest that the average american isn’t more open minded and tolerant because of these two “equality” movements (and countless others).

which leads me to recount a recent scene.

mr. D and i were invited by a friend of his to come over to the friend’s house for a late lunch.  i had no idea what to expect but i knew four things – the invitee is an older woman, the invitee lives with her long time boyfriend, they live on expansive acreage “out east” or “in the redneck part of town” and this “late lunch” was bound to be an adventure.

upon our arrival, mr. invitee was lovingly washing his gator-type vehicle.  he asked if we wanted a ride.  why yes!  adventure after all.  so inside to find ms. invitee we go and it’s decided that we’ll prep some food, have some drinks and then go for a ride.

and what a ride it was!  we sped down country roads and highways, mostly on the shoulder going the opposite direction of traffic.  my mother, rest her soul, would have punched me.  hard.  we stopped at a horse farm with a bunch of emaciated horses and an acre or so of barren farm land.  prefect for some “off-roadin'”

later, during lunch, the subject turned political.  big opps to whoever turned it because it turned let me tell you.  downhill.  too much and too fast for it to ever fully recover.

“gas prices wouldn’t be so goddamn high if it weren’t for those goddamn towel heads running things over there”, mr. invitee said.


“and YOU want that ni**er to be president, too”, he added.

more silence.

he finished, “all we need in this country is a ni**er towel head running shit.”

ad VEN ture!

mr. D and i were in shock at this point.  and to be honest, i can’t relate the rest of what was said because i was fuming, holding it in and could only sigh once mr. D and i were safely back in our fuel efficient vehicle.  kinda like when you have to fart but you’re in a restaurant or some other such public place so it builds and the pressure becomes unbearable and then when you finally get to a place where you can let it rip it just sort of slides out in a wimpy little “pfftt” and you move on.  and so it went that mr. D and i could only look at each other and say “that was crazy” and move on.

yeah.  so now i’m not sure how i feel about whether we’re “ready” for a female or african american president.  i guess i’ll keep my fingers crossed that guys like this with creepy politics just stay home on november 4th.





February 8, 2008

we do not torture.

oh, wait. yeah we do.


Ann Coulter: Man Hater

October 4, 2007


If we took away women’s right to vote, we’d never have to worry about another Democrat president. It’s kind of a pipe dream, it’s a personal fantasy of mine, but I don’t think it’s going to happen. And it is a good way of making the point that women are voting so stupidly, at least single women.

It also makes the point, it is kind of embarrassing, the Democratic Party ought to be hanging its head in shame, that it has so much difficulty getting men to vote for it. I mean, you do see it’s the party of women and ‘We’ll pay for health care and tuition and day care — and here, what else can we give you, soccer moms?’

The story here isn’t that Coulter is bashing women or the Democratic Party, that’s par for the course for with good ol’ Ann. The more interesting notion is that she’s men bashing. Men should take Coulter’s comments as an insult to their masculinity. To suggest all men are Republicans is absurd. Moreover, to suggest that men who consider health care, education and child care worthy cultural and political values are stupid or shameful is seriously degrading.  She obviously hates men.


Dear Jenna,

October 2, 2007



I was going to wait to write more on this once the transcript materialized in the SoT, but here I am…fuming. I happened to catch the interview this morning before work and again while I was home for lunch. What luck, right?

The gist is that dear Jenna is on a book tour. Apparently she volunteered with UNICEF and has written a fictional novel based on the life of one of the children she met while in Latin America. So interviewer Ann Curry is asking about her courageous work with UNICEF and the awful things she must have seen while teaching in third world countries and blah blah.

And then, of course, the interview turns to the fact that Jenna is GDub’s daughter. And, Oh My Fucking God, she gets all goddamn misty eyed and shaky chinned over all the disapproval her Paw gets for his “word mix-ups”. Yes folks, the whole world hates our President because of his “word mix-ups”.

She says, whimpering, that she tries not to watch the news so she doesn’t have to hear the criticism. Jenna then goes on to say that sure, she and her family discuss The Iraq, but those conversations should be private.

Excuse me?! At this point ya just wanna go for the pencils and live out your remaining years with bloody eye sockets.

Let me get this straight, dear Jenna, you are keeping quiet about this and this and THIS because it hurts your fee fees? You should be ashamed.


what hunter said…

September 24, 2007

what hunter said

this has been another edition of what hunter said.


September 11th

September 12, 2007

“How can we use this attack that was orchestrated mostly by Saudis and ordered by the Saudi leader of a terrorist organization based mainly in Afghanistan as leverage to wage a pointless war on Iraq so that our President can finally show his family that his dick is indeed bigger than his father’s?” – Amanda Marcotte


It’s really strange to me to hear people talk about how united we were as a nation after September 11th. I remember being shamed and ridiculed, online and in real life, for imagining the good that may yet come out of such an abhorrent event – a greater reverence for all human life, perhaps?  I remember my mother, one of the most liberal and compassionate women you’d ever meet, Gandhi-like in her dedication to non-violence, turn to me at lunch just after the attack and say, “i wish we could just bomb them off the face of the earth”. Thinking about that moment gives me that teary, lumpy, can’t breathe feeling in my throat.  What had become of her?  What’s become of us?


Home of teh stoopid

September 10, 2007


“Do you think Saddam Hussein was personally involved in the September 11th, 2001, terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon?”

Yes 33
No 58

Ex-squeeze me? Baking Powder?  A freekin’ third of those polled still believe Saddam was personally involved in 911! After so much evidence to the contrary!!  Are these folks living in a basement smoking rat droppings all the live long day or what!?!?  And I thought my Uncle was the only batshit crazy human left with the ability buy that bullshit (and try to sell it to others with a straight face). 

The Dumbfuck.  It burns, I tell ya, it burrrrnnnns!

On top of this, as my friend G. just pointed out, we have people trying to explain why “x” number of American’s can’t find the US on a map by saying it’s “cuz they don lik no readin’ in thu Irak”.

America.  Home of teh stoopid.