I’ve got a lot of people here angry at me for taking notice of a pretty woman. Well, shame on you, especially you gutless men, for not having the balls to come right out and say the girl’s got something. For having to find nothing but fault in the piece of work set before you. And I’ll tell you something, you fuckers, I’ve lost an assignation with a beautiful woman over this, and I don’t take that kindly. What in God’s name is wrong with you folks that you can’t have a moment to see a person without your filters and blinders. Pretend you’re a Republican. Okay, I shouldn’t have said that. Pretend you’re an Independent. See her as she is, not as a target for the ammunition you’re collecting to fire.
I have it easy. As a libertarian, small “l”, I look out for my liberty. Someone wants to take it away, I hit him with all I’ve got, I don’t care what color shirt he has on.
For instance, McCain-Feingold takes away my freedom of speech. I detest John for it. Hear that? Detest him. I detested his immigration plan. I detest his opportunistic embrace of the global warming crowd. I don’t like the way he drops my liberty in the aisle while he’s reaching across it. But my liberty will be worth nothing if I am not protected by my army, which is about the only thing libertarians want to spend collective money on. McCain, because of his personal experience, who he is, how he was brought up, how his upbringing made him feel about America, is programmed to protect me. Obama is programmed to question America, to judge her, find her lacking, and to change her. Well, people, I don’t want America changed. Not by Obama, or McCain. I think as she is, she’s better than any other place on earth where humans have got a foothold. Could America be better? Yes. But not by changing what she is. America can be better by being better at what she is. I don’t like the direction of Obama’s change, and I don’t like the direction of McCain’s change, but Obama wants more of it than McCain.
Sarah Palin, I am hoping, has been programmed to love freedom. I’m going to forgive her for killing innocent animals, because I don’t understand the heart of the so-called sportsman, and I think she is going to defend my liberty. From foreigners, from Democrats, and from Republicans. In Alaska, Republicans were in control, so she fought with Republicans. Now she’s got to fight with you.
If any of you were watching, and I doubt that you were (you’re not allowed to), you heard what she was going to do for you, and then, what she is going to do to you, in order to get into a position where she can do things for you. She went right at Obama, with a sarcastic, smug, smile. A better, more searing sarcastic, smug smile than anybody on the other side can muster, because this lady is tough. This lady said, last night, “I’m a bitch, boys, watch out.” What the hell else do you think that pit-bull message was about? That, you were probably shown. You never saw or heard the sweet stuff that came before and after. You know, folks, you have to go to the original source if you want to be fully informed. If you want to remain ignorant, don’t watch TV at all. If you want to be a dupe, listen only to the soundbites from the newscasts.
The lady is a talented actress. The delivery of “You know the difference between a hockey mom and a pit-bull?” was extraordinary. While we waited for the two inevitable, clevery co-joined phrases to follow, she paused, then pointed to her face and said, “Lipstick.” That was it, ladies and gents, guys and gals, the announcement. Her side loved it, you guys didn’t.
I know you didn’t, because you’re telling me you didn’t, and you don’t like me for liking her. You were waiting for the Republican attack dog, and here she is. You should be able to appreciate her as an excellent specimen of the human animal. Just the way we all appreciate Obama: a handsome, winsome man and an awesome orator.
You didn’t like her attack. But you know what? I listened closely, and there is nothing but truth in it. Send me one thing she said that was not true. You can still see the speech, it’s all over the Internet. You can bombard me with the lies she told. But make sure they’re lies, will you? Not truths you don’t like that you call lies.
You didn’t vet your candidate and John McCain didn’t vet his veep. The secrets are coming out, and guess what: Palin’s picadillos up at the Arctic Circle seem to be nothing compared to Barack’s dirty business in the Second City. So the media had a field day with her daughter.
What’s happened, people, is that the losing side, who’d been sitting at home with their heads hanging because they had an old man who was once a war hero competing against a youthful god, woke up! You should too. Check her out, guys: replace those glasses with a tiara, put her in that red and gold corset with that blue, star-studded bottom, and who do you have? Wonder Woman! Wow! Wow!
You Dems are fucking mad. God is supposed to be on your side. He sent down Obama to deliver us from Bush’s bondage. And now this? Well I warned you folks, you really ought to read the Old Testament. God’s a tricky bastard. When his people go astray, he makes deals with their enemies to teach them a lesson.
And what’s this lesson about? It’s about idolatry. You’ve been worshipping a golden calf, so he’s given your enemy a champion, to open your eyes.
And as for you, little lady, you can wait at the Beverly Hilton till I’m ready. I’m sniffing after another bitch.
