The Club for Growth is RINO Hunting Dick Lugar and… Marco Rubio?
The Club for Growth, unimpressed with the GOP presidential pack are going RINO (Republican in Name Only) hunting. The same anti-union, anti-women, Tea Party backers are looking to bag big … Continue reading
What Happens When the Far Right Really Ends Birth Control? The Malthusian Nightmare GOP Style
Rick Santorum and the men of the GOP rail on about Right-to-Life issues. It’s a Republican conundrum: Appeasing the Religious Right creates a nightmarish welfare state abhorrent to selfish Libertarian … Continue reading
To Rush Limbaugh and the GOP Dittoheads: It’s “We, the People,” not “I, the Person”
Rush Limbaugh is an ass. He thinks that the more sex you have, the more birth control pills you need to take. He thinks women who need birth control are … Continue reading
For Romney, the ‘Where’ of Primaries Make Losses, not Wins
It’s Mitt’s Michigan Miracle. Those fifteen “winning” delegates to Santorum’s paltry fifteen. Wait. That’s a tie, when you’re not doing Mitt Math. So the media scores one for Romney. Once again, though, … Continue reading
The GOP Contraception Confrontation
The recent uproar about women’s rights and health care is a time machine back to the 1950’s. Birth control has been a non-controversial issue for decades. At least it was … Continue reading
The Rubber Stamp President
Grover Norquist is smarter than Mitt Romney, Newt Gingrich, and Rick Santorum combined. He knows what a fool’s errand running for President is. As a matter of fact, Norquist, our … Continue reading
No More Turnipheads.
Republicans need a new pledge: NO MORE TURNIPHEADS. The primaries from Hell continue as the mediocre Mitt fends off reactionary Rick and nasty Newt. Another Conservative Political Action Conference (CPAC) … Continue reading
How The Gingrinch Stole An Election
Every Plebe Down in Plebe-ville Liked Freedom a lot, But the Gingrinch, Who lived just North of Plebe-ville Did NOT! The Gingrinch hated real freedom. The whole “we’re all equal” … Continue reading