Buried somewhere in the mystical rituals that must be traversed to attain Republican Party Representative status, there must be some version of a voir dire wherein the aspiring candidate must prove that he or she has never read George Santayana. They are at it again, this time in the Ohio House Committee.
The moral of this story is much the same as any number of frustrating and irritating political stories we have seen over the last few years.
Remember the election, GOP? Yeah, the proverbial ass kickin’ you just received? I know you are all scrambling around pointing fingers in any direction but your own. Pundits and analysts are trying to figure out what went wrong, and how your projected numbers could have been so wrong.
This is what went wrong, guys. This is the type of legislation you seem obsessed with pushing through, and we all know that. We learned that if we want the government out of our love lives and our bodies, most of y’all must go. Y’all learned nothing. You are still trying to wage a war on women. We don’t like it. If you don’t stop it, we will smite you.
Bill Maher continues to amaze me. I seldom listen to him for very long before he manages to toss some nasty slap in with his commentary that turns me off him. Over the last few weeks I have seen multiple quotes that not only did not offend me, but actually voiced my own thoughts quite well. Now I have fallen over an entire blog entry that is worded so much better than I could say it, I just gotta’ pass it along.
Every time I think the sad, extended train wreck that is the Republican Presidential campaign cannot make me lose any more faith in a large segment of our population, they go and do it again. I don’t understand why anyone except a tiny percentage of upper class wealthy Caucasian males of specific religious bent would vote for anyone flying under this banner. I really, really don’t.
The Conservatives have managed to accomplish something I never thought possible. They shaped current conditions so that a blog entry from Bill Maher made my night.
Hmmm. Representative Akin has a receding hairline. What are we to make of that?
Well, okay then. About damn time I stopped being forced to pay for your Propecia. I bet you use it every time you grow a hair, too.
I know, I know. I’m getting a little snarky about the Akin flap. It is truly offensive, though, and honestly it just makes me so darned mad I find the best way to deal with it is find ways to laugh about it.
For anyone who came late to the party, read this and you’ll know pretty much all you need to know about Representative Akins.
This might partially explain why some of the seniors I have come in contact with are still embracing Mittens & Company. They simply cannot fathom the depths of evil lurking under those two smarmalicious smiles. To slightly misquote SCRUBS, “They are bastard coated bastards with bastard filling.”
I have a counter proposal. You and the rest of your wingnut followers go home, and let those who actually want to do something productive and helpful instead of focusing all their energy on obstructionist silliness get something done.
At what point did we all wake up and find ourselves regressed back to the schoolyard? Ya’ lost. It passed. Ya’ wasted a ridiculous amount of time and our taxpayer dollars trying to stop it, then trying over and over to repeal it. It still stands. Shut your tax-paid and tax-health insured mouth, sit down, and let the adults do what you were all sent to Washington to do.