Look on These Jerks, Ye Spite-y, and Despair

November 23rd, 2009 by TRex @ 11:54 am| Posted in That Awful Woman, low-hanging fruit |

(Via Jezebel)

These are truly dark times for the conservative movement.  It’s like Taibbi says:

Most normal people cannot connect on an emotional level with Rush’s meanderings on how Harry Reid is buying off Mary Landrieu with pork in the health care bill. They can, however, connect with stories about how top McCain strategist and Karl Rove acolyte Steve Schmidt told poor Sarah to shut her pie-hole on election day, or how her supposed allies in the McCain campaign stabbed her in the back by leaking gossip about her to reporters, how Schmidt used the word “fuck” in front of her daughter, or even with the strange tales about Schmidt ordering Sarah to consult with a nutritionist to improve her campaign endurance when she herself knew she just needed to get out in the fresh air and run (If there’s one thing Sarah Palin knows, it’s herself!).

Complaining about the assholes we interact with on a daily basis is the #1 eternal pastime of the human race. We all do it, and we get to do it every day, because the world is full of assholes.

And that same Brittle, Self-Righteous Substitute Teacher as Everywoman quality is what makes a certain segment of educated, not-a-Baptist-choir-director America retch and claw at our eyes and ears every time she starts serving more of her usual psycho-blathering word salad.  We all know Sarah.  Sarah is the woman you temped with who said the piped-in 70’s soft-rock in the break room was “full of demons” and insisted on Christian music or nothing.  She’s the neighbor whose kids tore down your badminton net but who calls animal control every time your dog slips out of the fence.

She doubts your commitment to Sparkle Motion.

Fortunately, she really does seem to have a knack for fucking up everything she touches.  I predict that her presidential run, should it come to that, will be every bit as professional, rock-steady, and problem-free as Rudy Giuliani’s, but to like, the power of ten.  I guess it’ll be entertaining, to say the least.  Poor Teddy over at Firedoglake may have to invest in a sensory deprivation tank, though.