Monday, January 7, 2008

Call me a misogynist, but...

No passes for having internal genitalia: anyone who sincerely cries in public after losing one skirmish--with no loss of life--is going to have a real hard time being Commander-in-Chief in these Interesting Times.

And this just makes me want to vomit:
"As a woman, I know it's hard to get out of the house and get ready," said Marianne Pernold, a local freelance photographer. "Who does your hair?"
Good God. Migraines make it hard to get out of the house. Depression makes it hard to get out of the house. A thousand different medical conditions neither Hillary nor I have make it hard to get out of the house. Having to do your own hair when you can't find anyone in Podunk to your liking? Give me a break.

I'm going to be bummed if she drops out, though; low-hanging comedy fruit.

3 comments:

Steve Burri said...

Heather,

You and I do not think like Liberals. I expect that her show of feelings will play pretty big with Progressives.

Oh, the humanity!

HeatherRadish said...

Good quote for a gasbag blowing up. ;)

Peter said...

Does anyone really want a president crying when it comes to dealing with Islamic jihadists?

Could you imagine Rudy crying? Heck, Chuck Norris's tears would cure cancer but Chuck never cries.

This ain't gonna help Shrillary one iota.