The D squad


While we are on the subject, let’s take a moment to note how sad this year’s Republican primaries are, compared to the last batch

Now, those were impossible to top. They were so thick with old white macho fantasy that we are still trapped in the comic book world they created. Sarah Palin sprang from their head fully armed, the nightmare fairy for a generation’s rage against all things outside the cul-de-sac.

Now what? Now they have a bench of young governors and congressmen, well-oiled fundraising groups and a chance to tag the Alien Usurper with a recession. Now they don’t have to campaign from under George W. Bush. Now they can really let fly. Who’s coming out of the gates??? 

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii …

Dear lord.

At least the grabass radio host is having fun.


Let’s be clear. Herman Cain is what happens when the elephants die and the monkeys run away and the ringmaster is drunk and the acrobats have herpes and the last clown relizes this is his chance. Before the audience leaves, he can do whatever he wants. No hope. No rules. No pants.

Good on him I guess.

For the rest of us, a ripoff.