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I know you are, but what am I?

In idiots rule on October 23, 2008 at 2:29 pm

They’re so out of ideas, they’re reduced to projecting:

McCain says Obama will ‘say anything’ to win.

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REALLY?

In idiots rule on October 21, 2008 at 11:56 am

This just in from the McCain/Palin campaign trail:

“I don’t believe these polls,” said America Blanca, a 44-year-old small business owner from Miami who wore a red dress and was visibly pumped up by the rally. “Not one of them. Because it’s the kids answering the polls on the computers. Their parents are not home and they are answering and they will not be voting. I think if he is losing, it is only by a little spread. Very little.” She held the tip of her pointer finger about two inches from the tip of her thumb.

Asked if her business made more than $250,000 a year, the cap under which Obama has proposed cutting taxes, she said it did. Told about Obama’s proposal, she answered, “I don’t give a shit. I will never vote for a black man.”

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Call me naive, but seriously?  You’re not going to vote for a man based on the color of his skin?  What is this, 1950s Alabama?  Okay, so maybe parts of Miami and other cities are 1950s Alabama – I’m sure those are the “Real America” parts of America that so many of the GOP want us embrace – but this is 2008.  And the fact that a color of a man’s skin is more important to you than your taxes/your economy/your reproductive choice/your national security/your overall well being makes you much more naive than I could ever be.  Your small business might make more than $250k a year, but if America is going to be so stupid as to vote for The White Man in this race based on his race, America’s business will soon be no more.  Another 4 or 8 years years under GOP rule and America, you won’t have to worry about making that kind of money.  ‘Cuz there’ll be nobody with any money to spend on your small business.

Let’s say you didn’t like the color pink.  I don’t.  Maybe you love the color green.  So now let’s say you’re at the auto dealer, and you’ve got $10,000 to spend.  The first car the car salesman shows you is a pink 2009 Ferrarri, decked out with a leather interior, nice stereo, heated seats, sunroof, and a 100,000 mile bumper to bumper guarantee.  This car, amazingly, is $10,000.  The second car the salesman shows you (he only has two cars to show you…the other third party cars really don’t matter today) is a green 1982 Ford Fiesta with 210,000 miles on it.  It’s close to being scrapped, it has an AM radio only, ripped cloth seats, and is being sold “as is.”  This car, amazingly, is also $10,000.  Let’s say you HAVE to make a choice between these two cars.  You’re telling me that you’re going to buy the Ford Fiesta because of its color?  You’re not going to look under the hood, kick the tires, take it for a test spin, and at least check it out thoroughly?  Do realize how short sighted this is?  Buying a car based on its color will only have you back on the carlot in a few short weeks or months, complaining about how your choice is sucking up all your cash in repairs and asking if the Ferrarri is still available.  Well, guess what, America (if that’s even your real name), it won’t be.  So you better make the right choice now.  And it better be based on more than color.  ‘Cuz if it’s not, you’re fucking stupid.  And you deserve what you’ll get.

Politics and 5 year olds.

In mijos on October 18, 2008 at 7:29 pm

My kids have been semi-tuned in to the political situation this year.  Semi.  We were driving home from something recently and the G-Man asked, “What’s our next president’s name?”  And Mrs. C responded, “Barack Obama.  Isn’t that a cool name?”  To which the G-Man responded, “Barack O’Bottom?  That’s not a cool name at all, mom!”

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The other day I was playing “Fancy Restaurant” with both of the boys, which is where they come up to me, take my order, charge me money, and then leave with my money.  Never to return again.  Which is, I assume, very much like it’ll be in the college years.  Anyway, the Mixmaster asked me what I wanted and I said, “I’d like a salad today.”

“Okay, daddy wants one salad.”

“Oh, and son, I’d like dressing on it.”

“Dressing, Dad?”

“Yeah, son.  Dressing.  What kinds of dressing do you have?”

“Um, we have all of them.”

“Okay, Sarah Palin.”  He didn’t get it.  But I chuckled.