They really don’t like us at all.
Here’s how it starts out:
Senator Joe Lieberman enters the room, but I can’t see him—just a centipedelike scrum of black suits and Hasid hats that has formed around him and now moves, buzzing, toward the dais.
Let’s try that with African Americans, just to get a feel for how it would play:
Senator Barack Obama enters the room, but I can’t see him—just a centipedelike scrum of black suits that has formed around him and now moves, buzzing, toward the dais.
How would that play? Here’s another bit:
The adoring entourage finally falls away, allowing the senator, short and slight, to take his seat on the dais. His never-changing coif—a mass of yellowish-gray hair combed backward in two bulky wings—retains a whiff of seventies cool; it would go well with a turtleneck. Right now there’s a blue-and-white yarmulke nestled atop it.
Oh my, not a yarmulke! Not that!!
Well, they’re upset because he is a McCain supporter, but they express their unhappiness with antisemitism. I understand that they want him to fall into lockstep with the party, but I can’t forgive the antisemitic language. And it isn’t just words, is it? You can just feel the contempt underneath the words.
Want to hear some real Democratic hatred?
Wonkette, the Washington gossip blog, turned the hatred of the senator into something like a literary extreme sport: “It’s like two quarter-pound stools of alien space shit crashed into a toxic-waste dumpster in Stamford, Connecticut, fucked, and out came their mutilated, blood-soaked carcass of a baby rat-child, Senator Joseph Lieberman.”
Sounds like a modern day Goebbels, doesn’t it?
My haiku to the Democrats:
McCain, McCain, I
believe he might win because
of Joe Lieberman
I will not vote for
the party of hatred, now
or in the future
- Aggie