Political opinions, like opinions on religion and music, are like assholes: everyone has one and thinks everyone else's stinks.
Plus, I know not all my readers are Americans, and I'm going to go out on a limb here and say the vast majority of the non-Yanks who still check this blog could give a shit about which pompous windbag is on the screen in my mother land.
I'm sorry self, but I'm about to break a promise to you like I was your deadbeat dad, because I can't let this shit slide.
As even the international contingent may be aware, a former First Lady campaigned for the Democratic ticket for the Presidential nomination. I'm not talking about Pruney Bush; I'm referring to Hillary Clinton, of course. Here in Good Ol' Boy America, the conservative lot hate the Clintons, and they especially loathe Hillary. They hate her like she took away their collective puppy, kicked it to death, and then consumed its quickly cooling body with her bare hands right in front of them as they gently wept. Whether or not you think this is justified hatred is up to you and your asshole, but that doesn't change the fact that certain loud, uber-conservative--wait--make that, uber-fuckshitting-insane launched an Anti-Hillary Clinton campaign that was nigh unbelievable in its blatant sexism.
Check this out:
Yes. That's a sign that reads, "Iron my shirt." IE, get your breasts, and overies, and vagina away from the White House and back into the kitchen where they belong.
Holy shit. It's 1942, and no one told me.
It turns out the "iron my shirt" guys were most likely radio show jackasses, but that doesn't mean those of us with a pair of double X chromosomes weren't subjected to a steady stream of sexist bullshit from the right when ever the conversation turned to Hillary.
After all, one of Rush Limbaugh's objections to the female half of the Clintons in the White House was that she wasn't pretty enough.
"Will Americans want to watch a woman get older before their eyes on a daily basis?" he asked.
Regardless, the fact that there are people out there who would use this kind of rhetoric doesn't surprise me. Some people are misogynistic jerkwads. I get that. What makes me want to drive a tank through a good portion of the political buildings in Washington is now that the Republicans have their own "little woman" tramping down the White House trail, the Right Wingers are accusing Obama and the "liberal left" of being sexists whenever they question Sarah Palin's political experience.
I'm sure you guys are smart enough to appreciate the delicious, golden honey irony in that.
* head + desk, repeat from * to ad nauseum.
Say it with me, gang: what the FUCK?
Moving on to a discussion that doesn't make me want to commit suicide with the keyboard, you've no doubt noticed the adverts on Strange Fiction. They're being run through a company that has a nifty little counter that shows potential advertisers how many visitors hit the site, and from which countries they hail.
See? I wasn't just blowing out of my ass when I said not all my readers were Yanks.