i’ll be the next Cooter Higgins

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Ugh, that four-day break went by way too fast. And the third day was pretty much ruined by a screw in my tire that required a long wait in the Goodyear tire center.

There’s no Newsweek there, and no National Geographic either. Only a children’s bible book and old copies of Bass Master and ESPN magazine. Oh, god. The boredom.

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Hey, is it too early to talk about voting? I’m going to vote in November. I urge you to do so as well. I keep sensing this growing overconfidence/complacency among the sane people of America. Half of us think that the ongoing Republican clown show means a slam-dunk win for Obama, while the other half pouts and says they’re just not excited enough to bother this time.

COME ON, PEOPLE.

If there’s one thing that liberals should learn from the righties, it’s the importance of persistence. You gotta have that fire, man. So Obama didn’t deliver everything? Is that reason enough to let Mitt Romney pick the next two Supreme Court justices and spend at least four years rubber-stamping every bit of neanderthal legislation that John Boehner and Paul Ryan can send his way?

Look at the teabaggers. Hell, they’ve been voting for thirty years in hopes that their leaders will outlaw abortion, make gay people go away, and put Christ back in the classroom. And it never happens. But they’ll still vote. They’d vote every week if they could, while liberals say “humm, every four years? That’s a bit much, i don’t know, i might be busy that day…”

Think of all the gay soldiers who aren’t being kicked out of the military. Think of all the soldiers NOT dying in Libya or Egypt because we didn’t rush in blindly as in Iraq. Think of the unemployed people still receiving benefits as they search for work. Think of the infrastructure projects that got funding instead of more redundant military hardware.

Think of Osama bin Laden consigned to whatever eternal fate he received.

Think of Mitt Romney’s tax plan, which calls for increasing taxes for the working poor, and slashing them for the upper classes.

Think how droolingly happy all those slope-headed teabaggers would be if they could hoot and holler about Obama losing. See, maybe you don’t get this because you live in a more liberal area like Minnesota, Massachusetts, or California. And unlike me, you wisely refuse to expose yourself to conservative media on a daily basis. I’m in the belly of the beast, and i don’t want the beast to be fed more red meat.

I still regularly peruse that insidious Protein Wisdom site. For two full days, they were wringing their hands and moaning that not everyone was eulogizing Andrew Breitbart and instead were calling him out as the asshole that he was. The left, they cry, are so mean and uncivil…

…but then the Sandra Fluke/Rush Limbaugh incident erupted full-force, and these same troglodytes immediately began dripping bile and misogynist hatred towards this woman.

Here’s a few choice comments from a post entitled “On Sluts and Men.”

If she wanted to avoid “vilification” she shouldn’t have whored herself out to the Democrats at the expense of the First Amendment and those of us who don’t much want to know about what she does with her lady bits

What do you get when you cross Sarah Fluke with a violin? A slut with a waistline.

She is not that good looking, but I suspect she can troll for free drinks in Georgetown to save some money too.

Fuck. There is absolutely no reason to ever apologize to the left. Once you give in to progressive, they push even harder. Perhaps Fluke will sue Limbaugh and Rush will slaughter the slut in court.

Someone spending close to 100 bucks a month on birth control isn’t just a slut, they are a stupid fucking slut.

Sandra Fluke is a slut and a whore for the LeftLibProgg sect. Which makes Barack Obama her pimp-daddy.

Gotta keep the bitches obedient.

Unfortunately, to some, the real problem is that we need to pretend to be respectful of all this bullshit, to pretend we, too, care about “women’s health,” lest we lose “moderates” and “independents”. That is, we have to operate inside the left’s narrative, or else risk losing elections.

The story is now that the hateful Limbaugh was forced to apologize to the poor girl he nastily attacked, even though he was only attacking “her” as a way to illustrate the absurdity of her argument.

Yet here we are, she’s the victim: The poor professional activist “girl” whoring for the Dems in an effort to turn out the First Amendment, now a martyr. Because many on our side caved and allowed her to be.

rush should have said : ms. sandra is not a slut she’s a floozie.

She may not be a slut. But then . . . . . . She’s not attractive: she’s a lesbian. She’s not-well spoken: she’s a militant egalitarian feminist leftist of the worst sort, fluffed up by a public relations machine. She’s not young: she’s thirty years old. So, I guess one out of four isn’t bad.

Am I the only one who thinks she looks like a chubby twelve-year-old boy?

Thinking about that video where that dude walked to various stores outside of Georgetown where they sell contraceptives, I’m thinking that an enterprising and bored individual could devise an exercise routine for this chick that kills two birds with one stone.

She is less of a slut, and more of a whore for her ideological homies.

As my mama used to say, “Any pork in a storm!”

Okay, i don’t fully get that last one. Oh, remember my teabagger nemesis who lost his wife? He ended his three-month long mourning period to post a picture of Sandra Fluke with the caption, In a slutopia, all contraception is free.

You can’t make this stuff up.

I despise these people.

I really do.

We can’t let them win.

Vote Obama and wipe the grins off their fat, leering faces.

Yes, i realize that i’m appealing to your baser emotions and playing political team warfare. It’s pure propaganda. I am the other side of the coin.

I know that.

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