Promise Her Anything...But Give her Zilch

Is Mitt Romney truly sending his wife out on a mission reminiscent of Noah's commissioning of a dove?

Turn her loose and she will find fertile female ground he can set sail to?

I don't think 2012 women will fast forget the anti-female health agenda he embarked on when he promised to get rid of Planned Parenthood and eponymous "Obama Care" just because his wife assures us he's a good man and will champion all of womanhood...... once he unseats that dreadful, awful, do-nothing, wasteful President Obama.

I understand that, like many women, Ann Romney has some medical problems that are reported to be serious.

However:

Ann has never had to do without anything that was available to help her.

Ann has never had to worry that if she were to take advantage of these agents of help, her family might go hungry.

Ann has never had to do anything she didn't want to do or was forced by need to do.

Ann has had access to every luxury, convenience and necessity ever invented.

I am sure she is a lovely person. But, her understanding of women who never have had, nor ever will have, these same benefits, must, by dint of her easy, unquestioning access to them, be limited, or skewed, or non-existent. 

While I don't begrudge her anything, I don't want her to be a beacon or a barometer for women's aspirations or needs that her husband intends her to be.

When politicians begin their mewling about how the lame-stream media want to poison our minds and ignore their pristine family values and ethics and good works and, instead, spread lies just to make them look bad,  I am filled with skepticism born of experience.

You remember:  "Fool me once....can't get  fooled again."

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Twisted! Beyond Understanding

I heard, but am finding it hard to absorb, that the U.S. House of Representatives, in its infinite insanity, has not only voted to defund Planned Parenthood  and nixed funds for educational TV (let's drown those intellectual elites in the same bathtub we drown government, eh ?) but they have voted to support NASCAR to the tune of $7 million.

Burn up fuel; it's only $4 a gallon and headed to $100. Burn up the environment; who needs an ozone layer. Burn up our brains inhaling motor fumes while  drooling over the likelihood someone will crash and burn.

Beyond this, the Pentagon has made psy-ops forays into influencing Senators to continue funding the war in Afghanistan.

And the fellow who stands the best chance of mounting a challenge to this lunacy is babbling on about whorehouses in Nevada.

This was just a tiny bit of this week's news...and the week isn't over.

A Case for Planned Parenthood

If you have seen the film, Idiocracy, you can believe that this is an example of the path we are on:

I probably would have noticed her even if she hadn't beaten me to the checkout counter.

A woman of indeterminate age with doughy thighs that extruded from very tight, very brief green shorts over which a bright yellow spandex top revealed several indentations - any one of which might have once been a waistline.

Her head was a mass of pink rollers that held dark-rooted orange hair in tortured captivity.

Oblivious of me and my sweating container of milk and carton of eggs, she removed everything from her cart except a sticky, runny-nosed toddler.

She divided her purchases into two piles. One contained four six-packs of Budweiser, six plastic containers of orange drink and two cartons of Marlboros.

The other pile looked like a heist from an abbatoir. Four plastic-encased packages of loin lampchops, several sirloin steaks, some kind of enormous roast and at least six packages of hot dogs, along with a corresponding number of hot dog rolls. The only vegetables I saw were frozen french fries.

Opening a wallet with a pink poodle on it, she peeled off some 20s from a wad of cash. These she placed on top of the beer. Next she dug into her pocketbook and pulled  out an envelope containing food stamps. These went on top of the steaks.

Meanwhile, three boys - about five, six and seven - were playing Maim the Senior Citizen with the shopping carts. After one scored a direct hit on an elderly couple, she yelled, "Cut it out, Jimmy, or I'll crack ya'." Jimmy looked up to see if she meant it. When his obviously practiced eye determined that she did not, he hastily retrieved the cart and backed up for another run.

I encountered them again in the parking lot. The boys were climbing into an old rust-ridden, motor-running Cadillac. Already in the car were a bored-looking man, two pre-pubescent, gum-chewing girls and a shrieking infant. While the woman hefted the groceries into the trunk, one of the boys complained that she hadn't bought Kool Aid.

Admittedly, I was fascinated by this whole display and instead of driving off, I followed them as they left the parking lot. On their bumper were pasted stickers that proclaimed them as Pro Life, Pro NRA and 2008 supporters of John McCain and Sarah Palin.

What has scrambled their brains? If their candidates of choice had been elected, would they be eating so well?

Am I a snob? Probably. But I don't really care if you are slothful, slovenly, unthinking, uncultured, unread and reproduce your kind by the dozen ....JUST DON'T VOTE!