Mad As Hell

Are you mad as hell at Roxie's World for making you wait so long for a new post and for being so stingy with fresh, meaty content recently? Don't get bitter, children. Bitterness isn't cool, according to Saint Barack, wannabe Lord and Master of the Universe and He Who Separates the Cool from the Un-Cool, the Sweet from the Bitter, the iPhones from the clunky rotary dial phone on your grandmother's hall table. Whatever you do, don't get bitter. It might wrinkle your skin. It might make you stop and think about the details of Hillary Clinton's health-care plan. And that would not be good. . .for Saint Barack.

Don't get bitter. Get mad. Spend the next nine minutes of your life watching this video on pervasive anti-Clinton media hysteria (which we picked up from Riverdaughter by way of Tom Watson), and you may find yourself throwing open the windows to deliver a good hearty scream. Why the heck not, people? Sometimes I stand on the edge of our deck and bark my little head off, just because I can. You should try it, but first watch the vid:


Bracing, eh? That burn you get in the back of your throat sitting through the clips of all those chortling, vicious, way-too-sure-of-themselves guys will go away if you scream, I promise. Once you've done that, go read this equally bracing and brilliant piece by Kate Harding on Shakesville on why it's time for Obama supporters to stop, think, and get skeptical about their candidate. Our favorite line? Well, Harding's refrain is, "The man is not a fucking progressive," which would be our refrain if the nannies over in Standards and Practices didn't shoot us dirty looks every time we use a dirty word in Roxie's World. But because we love a good rant, we're willing to brave those dirty looks to give y'all a big chunk of Harding's message to Obamaniacs:

Listen up, blindly twitterpated Obama supporters (and here, I must insert a big, fat, blinking neon IF THE SHOE DOESN'T FIT, DON'T WEAR IT warning), I'm not even asking you to vote for Hillary if you've still got the chance. It's not my place to tell you what to do with your vote. But as a fellow Democrat -- and hell, I'll even go so far as to say for the good of the party -- here's what I'm asking you to do: WAKE THE FUCK UP.

You have almost succeeded in crowning Obama the nominee. Way to go. But that is just the beginning. And as far as building him up for the general goes, fawning over him and freaking when he's criticized is not helpful. You need to recognize that he is not the fucking messiah, that the media does not love him more than they love McCain, that you have not seen the tip of the goddamned iceberg when it comes to opponents trying to take him down -- and neither has he. You need to recognize that he has a bad habit of saying things that come off badly to a whole lot of people, and you need to figure out some more effective counterattacks than, "But Hillary's got cooties!" You need to stop exhaling when some gaffe of his "blows over" and understand that nothing has blown over yet, because the GOP hate machine has not even fucking bothered with him yet.

And P.S., you might want to think about apologizing to the millions of people who voted for Hillary, whom you've ridiculed, insulted, and attacked time and again, as if the Democratic nomination automatically equals the presidency, and there would never come a time when you need our support. You also might want to tell your candidate to ask for our fucking votes instead of smugly assuming he's got them.

You gotta love a girl who can drop an f-bomb and the word "twitterpated" into the same paragraph. Another reason to love Harding is that she engages in some righteous deconstruction of comments His Hopeness makes regarding the LGBT community in a lengthy interview just published in The Advocate. Obama sidesteps a question suggesting he is asking the LGBT community to wait for full equality in supporting civil unions rather than marriage and continues to defend his association with homophobes such as Donnie McClurkin on the grounds that he (Obama) has a unique capacity to create comity between gay people and those who would consign them to Hell. "I tell you what," Obama says in response to a question about campaigning with McClurkin in South Carolina, "my campaign is premised on trying to reach as many constituencies as possible and to go into as many places as possible, and sometimes that creates discomfort or turbulence."

Hands up if you think the real problem between queers and queer-haters is just lack of "conversation," which is the solution Obama offers: "Our campaign is built around the idea that we should all be talking." Fall on your knees, kids -- The Savior says we can talk our way to harmony and understanding, sympathy and trust abounding! Meanwhile, Moose, who may be feeling a little bitter, sulks in the corner, cynically muttering the only lines from Ezra Pound she's ever been able to remember:

What is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking,
There is no end of things in the heart.

For Portly Dyke's take on Obama's interview with The Advocate and related matters of privilege, language, and unconsciousness, click here.

When the typist starts quoting Ezra Pound, you know it's time to stop blogging and start getting ready for the coming school week. Peace out, kids, and talk nice to each other or you'll upset the perfect harmony of One Nation Under Obama.