When I force myself (with the help of powerful meds) to watch a McCain Palin rally and I hear them they talk about Joe the Plumber, Nancy the Nurse or Gene the Gynecologist (okay, I’m joking here, the McCain health plan wouldn’t include Gynecologists they’d be considered feminist terrorist cells), I don’t know if I’m watching a Frank Capra film that was too corny and too mean to be released or I stumbled into an arena during a professional wrestling match. The Republican ticket has managed to take the most serious and dangerous issues of our time and put them on the Jerry Springer Show.
Senator McCain who at one time was considered a vibrant 72 year old has deteriorated to the point that he now looks like he was hastily assembled by Dr. Frankenstein, who, by the way, after seeing his creation would have certainly yelled, “It’s not alive!” His running mate, Sarah Palin refers to herself as a hockey mom. After hearing her being interviewed I indeed believe she’s a hockey mom, one that got too close and got hit in the head with a puck. When I look at her, I don’t see lipstick on a bulldog, pit bull or a pig, I see Carl Rove in drag.
Over the last eight years we’ve seen a political party that pandered to the uneducated, uninformed, and continuously reached for the lowest common denominator are now stooping to scrap the bottom of the brain barrel to find an array of Village People surrogates who’d struggle to pronounce WMCA.
It’s time to stop rewarding ignorance and to make Joe the plumber look into the republican pedestal as we flush John McCain, Sarah Palin and the stench of their constipated politics away, .
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