Do NOT leave Comedy Central on after Stewart & Colbert are done.

Here’s how a real leader deflects a sophomoric personal smear…

And it’s not getting better.

For the first time ever, I may not vote for the Democrat in the presidential election. I am pissed off the Obama’s supporters are acting like rabid, foaming mouthed Republicans. I am pissed off that Hillary had the ovaries to apologize when someone from her campaign said something slightly racist, but Obama lets sexist tripe slide out of his own lips without batting an eye.

I will not vote for bullying. I will not vote for misogyny. Up until a few days ago, I thought we had two great candidates. I don’t think that now. I will throw a vote away on the green party or the socialist workers party, but I won’t support a candidate (or his supporters) who think that women are the throw away vote. Just cause we’ve always been willing to vote the party line before does not mean we will do so now.

I am pissed off more than anything that I might be pushed into this corner. What does your precious electibility mean when you’ve insulted, demeaned and bullied the base of your party? The Republicans know how hard it is to win a campaign when you fuck with the base.

I am so pissed off right now that I have to back away from this blog for a bit. I will stab out the eyes of someone who makes another sexist remark to me, and that is not a healthy state to be in. I don’t get to walk away from sexism when I am tired of fighting because no matter what, I am always going to be a girl and misogyny is like a creepy subway groper who keeps pushing his hardon into your leg. But you can never get off the train and away from it, the groper is always there. Talking to you boys is like saying “Hey, there’s an asshole trying to rub his cock on my ass” and you boys all responding with excuses: it’s not really his cock, it’s only an accident, it happens to everyone, blah blah blah. I find it astonishing that my 12 year old boy has no problem calling out sexism when he sees it, but grown up men can’t.

Until I can think about this without grinding my teeth, clenching my fists and wishing I could use my Brazilian horse whip over the internet, I am going to go read about happy things and write about happy things, and maybe find a subby boy who has a high tolerance for pain.

I’m feeling a bit bruised and disappointed at the mo. It’s one thing to know sexism is out there, it’s a whole other thing to have proof of just how entrenched it is in people who you consider allies or even friends.

Bullying. That is what we get from Obama supporters. Nice. I don’t think that is either inspirational or hopeful.

You guys proud of yourselves now? You still think it’s about candidates and not sex. You think you’re above this kind of behavior, that we all are above this cause we happen to be on the left side of the political spectrum.

Nope.

But thanks for showing your true colors.

To help people who were harmed by last week’s tornadoes while we were arguing politics.

American Red Cross
Mid-South Chapter
1400 Central Avenue
Memphis, TN 38104
901-726-1690

United Way of the Mid-South
phone in a donation at (901) 433-4300.

h/t random babble

I think it’s almost time to lighten the mood around here a wee bit. I still want you boys to come up with my one example from the post below, but when you’ve become massively frustrated trying to find one, here’s a game to pass the time.

I have a lot of musician friends, and musicians are in bands. And bands are always breaking up and reforming. So we spend a mountain of time think up new band names. So much that it has become a party game. But with political season upon us, we’ve got a more timely game going.

Name the imaginary cabinate post.

For example:

Mike Huchabee, Secratary of: Wifely Submission, Biblical Constitution, Fundie Rednecks

Mitt Romney, Secretary of: Animal Cruelty, Flip Floppery

John Mccain, Secretary of: Toilet Paper (he’s spent years wiping off his brown nose, he’s an expert).

Have at it and you can include Dems to. Like Nancy Pelosi, Secretary of Selling Out the Poor