mitt romney is her valentine

He may be out of the race, but Kathryn Jean Lopez of National Review Online still has a crush on The Anchorman:

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Way too often in pop culture, men are portrayed as dopes; think about just about any sitcom. The dad/husband is portrayed as a doofus. What’s wrong with having somebody in public life who’s like Mitt Romney — a capable, experienced executive who loves his country and also happens to be a God-fearing father and husband? That’s not a bad thing for Americans to see. Forgive him for being easy on the eyes.

I bet Lopez was a big Lyle Waggoner fan.

mitt romney is her valentine

He may be out of the race, but Kathryn Jean Lopez of National Review Online still has a crush on The Anchorman:

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Way too often in pop culture, men are portrayed as dopes; think about just about any sitcom. The dad/husband is portrayed as a doofus. What’s wrong with having somebody in public life who’s like Mitt Romney — a capable, experienced executive who loves his country and also happens to be a God-fearing father and husband? That’s not a bad thing for Americans to see. Forgive him for being easy on the eyes.

I bet Lopez was a big Lyle Waggoner fan.

superdelegates know what’s best for you

The concept of superdelegates is absurd, but Clinton crony Lanny Davisdefense of their “independence” is even more ridiculous:

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There is certainly a valid concern expressed by those who fear that the 796 “superdelegates” to the August 2008 Democratic National Convention — Democratic elected officials, party officials and VIPs – might make the difference in delivering the nomination to the candidate who wins fewer pledged delegates out of the primaries and caucuses. To some, such a result would seem “undemocratic.”

But let’s not rewrite history. When the superdelegates were first created by the Democratic National Committee in 1982, they were intended to be independent, able to vote for any candidate, regardless of the outcome of the primaries or caucuses in their own congressional districts or states.

In other words, superdelegates (aka party hacks) are under no obligation to respect the will of the people. You’re seeing the beginning of an offensive PR offensive by the Clintons, as Lanny Davis doesn’t do or say anything without their blessing.

the blogopshere says what (valentine’s day edition)

Originally posted 2/14/07:

Well, V-Day was a total bust, but don’t worry, ya’ll, it wasn’t Rand-O’s fault. Blame it on Hallmark. I was there yesterday, looking for a card for my baby doll, and it occurred to me — there’s no same-sex Valentine’s Day cards! I was so offended I just collapsed into fetal position and started weeping. The clerk came over and asked me to stop making a scene and then I really lost it.

“Oh, so now I know what it takes for you to notice me!” He totally didn’t get it! I wept some more then finally mustered the courage to rise to my feet and march out of that homophobic store. I had been already been offended 46 times that day but nowhere near as bad as that.

A point needed to be made, and you know me, ya’ll, I like to raise me a ruckus :) So I started calling all my peeps, asking them to join me for for a weep-in at Hallmark. They couldn’t ignore us then. Except no one was interested. Not one. I was so offended — even more offended than I had been 15 minutes earlier when the guy at McDonald’s asked me if I wanted to supersize my meal. What did he mean by that, that I’m some fattie who can’t get by on a quarter pounder with cheese and a medium fries? Or was he making fun of me for being gay?

I asked him, and he acted all innocent. That really offended me. Do you know hard it is to eat a hamburger when you’re crying?

So my weep-in failed. People just don’t care about changing the world, I guess. My Valentine’s Day was ruined. I told Randy that I needed to be alone. He’s so understanding, he was totally okay with it.

There I was, all by myself, crying, listening to my “Best of Charlene” CD. Then it hit me — I can’t give up! I had to keep on believing, ’cause that’s when dreams come true.

And my dream, of a gay greeting card store, will come true, so me and my gay and lesbian brothers and sisters will never again have to feel that isolation I experienced at Hallmark. I’m going to make sure of it.

Now sing along with me and my gal Charlene:

Hey, you know what paradise is?
It’s a lie, a fantasy we create about people and places as we’d like them to be
But you know what truth is?
It’s that little baby you’re holding, it’s that man you fought with this morning
The same one you’re going to make love with tonight
That’s truth, that’s love……

Hugs and kisses, ya’ll.

a clinton zealot accuses obama supporters of zealotry

Hillbot lackey Taylor Marsh says the Obama campaign is a cult. Since her blog is a virtual echo chamber of Clinton propaganda, you can guess where that slander was cultivated.

As for the conversation in comment sections across the web that Obama’s campaign is a “cult,” well, many of us who are watching what is happening are worried. We’re not in small numbers. We’re nominating a president, not a motivational preacher, Elmer Gantry, or L. Ron Hubbard replacement.

(Funny that she mentions LRH, since Hillbot’s hubby went to bat for Scientology in the cult’s dispute with the German government as a “favor” to John Travolta. The actor just happened to be playing Clinton in the film adaptation of “Primary Colors.”)

Marsh is beneath contempt, just like the candidate she supports. No question there’s some over-the-top Obamaniacs out there, but they’ve got nothing on the pod people backing Hillbot.