I now hate all Democrats (except for Ira, Patsy & Tony, Jay & Doug, Mary M. and my son), and why not? Almost all of them have exhibited very poor judgment in siding with an unknown person they never heard of, never met, and who has accomplished nothing but to derail the workings of our government for going on two weeks. The Hollywood production factor cannot be ignored, advanced by a silly, sappy, downright sickening TV spot involving a dozen or so out-of-work actresses, none of whom know the woman, chanting in a monotone, "We believe you. We are your sisters."
So if I cry rape, will all women be my sisters? I'd like that, since I always wished I had come from a large family. But what if I believe Brett Kavanaugh, who has denied the allegation against his former boyhood self? Then what? No sisters?
Kirsten partying with pal Harvey Weinstein. |
Poor Kirstin is apparently a high-functioning moron who serves as an example of diversity in all areas of society. After all, if a model in a wheelchair can roll down the runway during Fashion Week, I guess a moronic senator here and there can't hurt. I bet there are already plenty of them.
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