mercredi 1 avril 2009

Lying in the grass just talkin bout love



but lately I've been jaded, life got so complicated.

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Sasha pivovarova

The Sexual Insanity of the Wingnut Male

I don't know what it is about males of the wingnut variety. When they aren't obsessing about how gay people have sex, they're soliciting that very same gay sex in airport men's rooms. When they aren't trying to ban abortion to punish women who won't keep their legs closed, they're in a Louisiana brothel paying prostitutes to dress them up in diapers; embroiled in that peculiar madonna/whore stew that actual women have never understood; that nonsensical idea that's akin to what I used to call the Double Standard After the Fact, which goes something like this: If she fucked me, that means she fucked everybody, and since she fucks everybody, she's a whore and unworthy of the very same attention I gave her yesterday.

It comes from low self-esteem, of course, but when you're confronted with this weird circular illogic in your college years and early twenties, it can be extremely disconcerting.

Wingnut men tend to never grow out of this phase, this phase in which the brain hasn't formed gray matter yet and the lower motor functions and the other parts of the brain that simply keep the body going are located in the head of the penis. I don't know if the arrested development causes wingnuttia, or if the arrested development characterized by wingnuttia is a symptom of the failure of the brain to migrate north into the cranium.

I'm not sure how else to explain this:
Right off the bat, what you know about Nat Berman is that he doesn’t grasp that women are animate, self-aware, intelligent beings who can do things besides appear in his imagination (alas, as you’ll see, not so much in his bed) as passive cock receptacles.  In case his contempt for women isn’t clear enough, he illustrates his blog with many pictures to let you know that he is too All Man, and any suggestions otherwise will be met with more pictures of half-naked women and insistence that he enjoys many sporting events. 

I bring this up because this asswipe and the NY Post are trying to get Joe Biden’s daughter fired because she did not, during her stint as a student at Tulane, fuck this douchebag.  Which is just as well, because if she did, he’d probably try to get her fired for that, because if you’re not a withholding prude, you’re an evil slut, as you’ll soon see.  Well, let’s dive right into the tale of Nice Guy® woe, where young men are unjustly unrewarded with pussy for coughing up $200.
Ashley Blazer Biden is the 27-year-old daughter of Senator Joe Biden our new Vice President and running mate of Barack Obama in the 2008 presidential election. She is a social worker who is employed with the Delaware Department of Children, Youth and Families.  Biden is also a board member of the Delaware organization.


In other words, ladies, if you ever meet this guy, run away and don’t give him your name, because if you don’t fuck him when he thinks you should, he’ll get all creepy stalkery.  Douchebag went to Tulane, and he was, even as a young man, a creepy old man.


And it gets worse.

When you read about creeps like this guy, or like Rich Lowry, who thinks that when Sarah Palin winks at a TV camera, she's winking at him through the TV screen, or like Tom Coburn obsessing about Oklahoma schools being full of lesbians, or the pervasive notion on the right that if you don't ban abortions, pregnant women will go have them between Pilates class, the nail salon appointment, and the afternoon cup of Yolato -- you have to wonder just what kind of sick, twisted crap happened to them when they were children.

Meet your 2012 Republican hopefuls

First, there's the Evita of the North, Sarah Palin, who's got herself all lawyered up because of the myriad of ethics complaints against her. She's too good to accept stimulus money that might help people in her state, but not too good to put in for per diem payments because she wants to work from her home.

Then there's the Louisiana Lunatic, Bobby Jindal the exorcist, who just might have aroused the ire of Evita of the North by pooh-poohing volcano monitoring -- right before a volcano in her state began erupting.

Then there's Newt Gingrich, who seems to have forgotten that for the Christofascist Zombie Brigade to whom he hopes to appeal, faith is all about believing a story someone tells you without question, and you can cheat on your wife, kill people, rape children in the choirloft, and all you have to do is believe that some poor Jewish carpenter in Galilee absorbed all your sins in perpetuity and you get a free pass to heaven. Instead, he's decided to convert to Catholicism, where those pesky two first marriages can just conveniently go away and he can be forgiven all the lousy rat-bastard things he's done.

And then there's the last but not least of the Republican horsemen of the Apocalypse, South Carolina Governor Mark Sanford, who says that taking money for education in his state is tantamount to child abuse:
Since we don’t have any of this money that’s now being dispensed from Washington, DC; since we’re going out and printing money and we’re issuing debt to solve a problem that was created by too much debt; since that’s taking place, and since those costs will be borne by the next generation, in fact it is sort of fiscal child abuse to do what we’re doing.

Because all the money that the Bush Administration squandered in Iraq builds character, whereas actually doing something to help kids cope in a changed world is child abuse. I suspect it has more to do with that pesky Mr. Darwin than anything else.

And these, my friends, are the shining lights of your millennial Republican Party.

Oy vey....ANOTHER one?

It's bad enough that sore loserman Norm Coleman simply won't go away and let Minnesota have the two Senators it's supposed to have, instead deciding that his God-given right as a Republican to have a Senate seat in perpetuity outweighs things like vote counts and the fact that Minnesotans are down a Senator. Anyone who thinks the latest court ruling against Coleman's quest to have the Minnesota Senatorial election overturned in his favor is the end had better guess again. Coleman and the GOP have made it very clear that they are not giving up until they get a Supreme Court ruling, and given the composition of the Court these days, they're entirely likely to decide that reactionary conservatism trumps counting votes just as a somewhat less wingnutty court did in 2000.

This fracas in Minnesota has not gone unnoticed in NY-20, where that district now has its very own sore loserman in the form of Jim Tedisco, who has already gone to court even before 5900 additional absentee votes have been counted. And Tedisco has gone even further than Coleman in demanding that his Democratic opponent and the apparent winner, Scott Murphy, not be seated -- ever -- under any circumstances, no matter what the final vote count. Brad Friedman has the details on THAT particular stunt. That particular claim may have been struck immediately, but the mere fact that Tedisco's people made it shows you where the Republicans' heads are in regard to electoral results.

Coleman is just being an asshole in a close election, but that Tedisco's people are essentially claiming that he should be declared the winner no matter how the final vote count ends up is just astounding, or would be if we didn't already know about the authoritarian, dictatorial, anti-lower-case-d-democratic leanings of Republicans. They were paying very close attention in 2000, and got eight years of George W. Bush because Bush's people wouldn't give up, no matter what the vote count was. And they figure if they got that one, they can win any court fight just by continuing it in perpetuity.

And those who lose their representation seem to matter not one whit to them.