I'm sure you've seen this, right?
White People Mourning Romney ?
I'm sorry. I told you I was mean. Plus, I'm too tired to give a shit. It's not even really that funny. It's sad. Here's what's making me laugh today- the octillions of dollars that Republicans poured into the election which did not manage to buy them SHIT this time.
Fuck you, Koch Brothers!
Get OUTTA HERE, Karl Rove! No, seriously. GET OUT! Oh yeah, it was because of the Latinos, right, that your guy lost? Okay. Sure. Could be. Latinos aren't stupid!
Can you imagine what the election would have looked like without the infusion of corpuscular gelt from the Republican heads of corporations? I'm not saying that Obama probably didn't get money from some Pretty Big Guys too, but come on. These Republican donors were shameless and they got bupkis for their investments.
Meanwhile, I donated my 100 dollars to Obama and got a bumper sticker and a magnetic tag! And my man won!
Who's the fiscal genius now, Sheldon Adelson?
Okay. I'm sorry. I'm just a tired old grandma who needs to go put the toys away and wash the dishes. And yes, I remember when GW won for the second time (or was it really the first?) and how I felt. I remember what I felt like when Ronald Reagan, The Very Sincere And Bad Actor, won. Hell. I remember when RICHARD NIXON WON! It wasn't good. But you know what? The unbelievably virulent nasty lies the right wingers have been yelling about Obama have just pushed me over the edge. Sure, Bush was a former drug abuser and drunk who couldn't speak English but I was judging him on his policies and ability to be president. People are freaking out. Like- they think the Rapture's about to happen now.
Where do they come up with this shit? If I have any complaints about his first term, it's that he wasn't nearly as liberal as I hoped he'd be.
But you know me- old hippie. Peace, love, rock and roll. Tree hugger. Still got my love beads.
(That's a lie. I don't even know what love beads are. Never did, either.)
But as far as I can tell, no one's come to get the hunting rifles yet and no one's forcing me to attend Muslim services and even if I needed one, I doubt I could get a free abortion.
So what the fuck?
All right. I better go put those toys away and wash the dishes. I guess Mr. Moon made it to Canada. I haven't heard from him since he got to Minnesota. I hope he doesn't freeze to death. It's supposed to be in the below-zero temperatures where he's going and his blood is pretty thin. He should have kept all his facial hair if you ask me, but no one did.
And guess what? Owen pooped in the potty at my house today. He wanted to go outside but his mother stopped him and forced him into the bathroom. I just sat there and laughed. If he ever has to go to a therapist to talk about how his potty training traumatized him, it won't be my fault.
Anyway, let's pull it together, people. Let's quit talking about the Rapture and let's all simmer down, now. It's going to be all right. No one is going to take "In God We Trust" off the money. Not that I'd care.
Here's one of my favorite things I've seen on the internet today: