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Scalia’s death changes everything about the upcoming election in the U.S.
Where it was once merely the Forces of Light battling the Armies of Darkness, the election has now assumed Zoroastrian proportions: Matter struggling with antimatter, as it were, in an epic contest for control of both the visible and invisible worlds.
I may have to bite the bullet (shudder) and vote for (gag) Hillary Clinton.
Thing is Ginsburg was generally thought of as The SOTUSista Most Likely to Drop Dead in Office.
And she will drop dead in office – very, very soon.
(As a side note because I WUV dropping names, I must note here that Ginsburg was a personal friend of my late erstwhile mother-in-law’s.)
Which gives the next President an opportunity to appoint two Justices to the Supreme Court. And we can’t take the chance that someone will be elected who’s gonna roll back the progress we’ve made on abortion rights and affirmative action.
I adore Bernie Sanders, but that “socialist” label is too much freight for the average American voter to handle. They see it, and they immediately think, Stalin! and wonder whether they’ll have to line up for eight hours to buy 50 rolls of paper towels at Costco after he’s in office. I just don’t think Bernie Sanders is electable.
And The Donald would just be a huge fucking disaster. So Berlusconi-esque.
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When I heard Scalia died on a hunting trip, I immediately asked, “Where was Dick Cheney?”
The joke was lost on the Millennials in the room.
I understand that the Millennials were similarly confused when Bernie Sanders went off on Henry Kissinger during the last Democratic debate. “I am proud to say that Henry Kissinger is not my friend. I will not take advice from Henry Kissinger,” Bernie declared, leaving the Millennials to go Buh? Wait! But you’re both old.
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Not that I would go see Deadpool in a million years, but I understand one of the big jokes in the movie was about someone smelling like a pair of old lady’s panties.
Jokes about African Americans, Hispanics, women, gays, transexuals, and practically every other minority you can marginalize into a slice of the pie are strictly off limits, but it’s still open season on old people.
I suppose if I weren’t old myself, I wouldn’t care.
And this is why I loathe identity politics. It's always self-serving.
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Meanwhile, I’m having a very tough time explaining to Meezer that it’s -9°F out there, so no, she can’t go out this morning.
Where it was once merely the Forces of Light battling the Armies of Darkness, the election has now assumed Zoroastrian proportions: Matter struggling with antimatter, as it were, in an epic contest for control of both the visible and invisible worlds.
I may have to bite the bullet (shudder) and vote for (gag) Hillary Clinton.
Thing is Ginsburg was generally thought of as The SOTUSista Most Likely to Drop Dead in Office.
And she will drop dead in office – very, very soon.
(As a side note because I WUV dropping names, I must note here that Ginsburg was a personal friend of my late erstwhile mother-in-law’s.)
Which gives the next President an opportunity to appoint two Justices to the Supreme Court. And we can’t take the chance that someone will be elected who’s gonna roll back the progress we’ve made on abortion rights and affirmative action.
I adore Bernie Sanders, but that “socialist” label is too much freight for the average American voter to handle. They see it, and they immediately think, Stalin! and wonder whether they’ll have to line up for eight hours to buy 50 rolls of paper towels at Costco after he’s in office. I just don’t think Bernie Sanders is electable.
And The Donald would just be a huge fucking disaster. So Berlusconi-esque.
###
When I heard Scalia died on a hunting trip, I immediately asked, “Where was Dick Cheney?”
The joke was lost on the Millennials in the room.
I understand that the Millennials were similarly confused when Bernie Sanders went off on Henry Kissinger during the last Democratic debate. “I am proud to say that Henry Kissinger is not my friend. I will not take advice from Henry Kissinger,” Bernie declared, leaving the Millennials to go Buh? Wait! But you’re both old.
###
Not that I would go see Deadpool in a million years, but I understand one of the big jokes in the movie was about someone smelling like a pair of old lady’s panties.
Jokes about African Americans, Hispanics, women, gays, transexuals, and practically every other minority you can marginalize into a slice of the pie are strictly off limits, but it’s still open season on old people.I suppose if I weren’t old myself, I wouldn’t care.
And this is why I loathe identity politics. It's always self-serving.
###
Meanwhile, I’m having a very tough time explaining to Meezer that it’s -9°F out there, so no, she can’t go out this morning.
