Everybody's got their own sticking point.
For me, it was the job Brownie did for FEMA.
The more I learn about it, the more I want to string him up.
I know you've heard about the only FEMA guy in Louisiana who was "sheltering in place" in the Superdome, sending out frantic emails, like this one: "People dying, food gone, water going, the homeless and hungry massing in the streets.''
To which Brown's response was: ''Thanks for update. Anything specific I need to do or tweak?''
Then he went back to talking about being a "fashion god" and worrying about exactly where to roll up his sleeves to look as if he was working hard.
And all of a sudden I remembered all those stupid photos of Bush with his freaking sleeves rolled up.
And I snapped.
That's it. Finito.
Yesterday, I read that the Republican candidate for Governor in Virginia is accusing the Democrat candidate for Governor in Virginia of being soft on Adolph Hitler, and that snapped another last nerve.
If you accuse your opponent of being soft on Adolph Hitler, you lose. It's Godwin's Law. (Not to mention that Hitler's dead and everything.)
No choice, I must vote for the Democrat.
My husband wants to argue with me, but, fortunately for me, last week he told me he refused to argue about politics with me anymore! So there. We can't argue about politics anymore!
Lucky me. |
