A loss of objectivity caused Republicans to support Mitt Romney

Losing has an eye-opening effect.  Like waking up the next morning lying next to a strange fat ugly woman, it makes one  think: “What was I thinking?”  Mitt was bad, as in butt-ugly, 70 lbs of lard ass bad, and we acted like he was the second coming of Reagan.

Who the fuck runs the Republican Party? They should be tarred and feathered and run out-of-town, only because shooting them is too good for them.  None–absofuckinglutely NONE of the candidates in the primaries– were worth two tonnes of chicken shit.  Sure, maybe Mitt was the best of that worthless lot to people who weren’t paying attention, but he was objectively a very bad nominee.  And here is a clue, folks, he probably would have been a worthless President.  He likely would have come in and cowed down to the lamestream media, and compromised with the demoncraps, and feuded with the Tea Party, and sucked up to the Establishment, and nominated squishy “moderates” to the bench, and generally muddled around doing nothing of import, and when the economy was still shitty in four years the Republican Party would be thrown out summarily as being entirely to blame.

Any sane person would think that at least Romney would not be as big of a fuck up as Obama.  But betting on the sanity of voters in America is an iffy proposition.  However, take away that reason to vote for Romney (I admit it was a very BIG reason, and it should have carried the election for Romney) and from the average non-political person’s perspective Romney was not much to inspire confidence.  What did he stand for? All his speeches were platitudes about sweet nothingness, little more than trust the devil you don’t know more than the devil you do know.  He has flip-flopped more than Flipper on dry land.  Sure, so has B. Hussein Obamster, but the MSM lets him get away with it.

Romney really has no core.  He thinks he knows best, and that he would do the right thing when the time came, but he could not tell us beforehand what that “right thing” would be. He would just know it when he saw it and we would have to trust him on that. Yeah, to the little guy out on the street who gets his news from the local rag and who is living (barely) from paycheck to paycheck, that’s sure a winning Presidential election message: Trust the slick-haired snake-oil salesman with the hidden off shore tax evading bank accounts to “do the right thing.”  And we honestly were shocked that he lost?

p.s. a silver lining in this–the economy sucks, baaaad.  It is going to get worse.  The Dems in the WH and Senate should get the majority of the blame.  The House can keep much some a little of Obama’s illegal activities in check in the meantime, and there are always the midterm elections, and the ’16 election. If we survive as a nation that long…

Captain John Doe

thatmrgguy:

This needs to go viral.

Originally posted on Stacy on the Right:

This is the best video I have ever seen by a child.  Clearly her parents have done an excellent job getting her to think for herself, speak and think clearly and analyze facts.

via 13-Year-Old Jenny Gives Report Cards to Obama and Romney – YouTube.

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How to treat a stranger who jumps in your car while intoxicated and she wants you to take her home and do her

Youtube. Should be required viewng for all males aged 10 to 80.  They put you in jail for rape. It does not go well on a resume nor is it a career enhancement.

 

You people still happy with Obama?

Shamelessly stolen verbatim from “Clashdaily.com with Doug Giles” [Hey, maybe it will get some good people to go there and make that a regular read]

Guy goes into a bar in Louisiana where there’s a robot bartender! The robot says, “What will you have?” The guy says, “Whiskey.” The robot brings back his drink and says to the man, “What’s your IQ?” The guy says,” 168.” The robot then proceeds to talk about physics, space exploration and medical technology.

The guy leaves, . . . but he is curious . . . So he goes back into the bar. The robot bartender says, “What will you have?” The guy says, “Whiskey.” Again, the robot brings the man his drink and says, “What’s your IQ?” The guy says, “100.” The robot then starts to talk about Nascar, Budweiser, the Saints and LSU Tigers

The guy leaves, but finds it very interesting, so he thinks he will try it one more time. He goes back into the bar. The robot says, “What will you have?” The guy says, “Whiskey,” and the robot brings him his whiskey. The robot then says, “What’s your IQ?” The guy says, “Uh, about 50.”

The robot leans in real close and says, “SO, . . . you people . . . still happy . . . with Obama?”

Gun Control will work great

from Grit Artisan

Judge Posner you ignorant slut

“Poor, poor dear little old Chief Justice Roberts,” chimes in Judge Posner, “the right wing has turned on him! What is a poor deal little old Chief Justice to do when  those he thought were his friends turn on him?”

You are no friend when your buddy decides to jump off a cliff onto rocks below. You are no friend when he thinks drinking that entire fifth of Jack Daniels in one sitting is the right thing to do.  You are not “goofy” for pointing out that playing White Knight to that biker chick who is getting beaten up by her Hell’s Angels biker dudes is a wise choice.  Chief Justice Roberts needs a good old intervention from his asinine Obamacare decision and all Judge Posner can do is whine about those intervening.

Face it Judge, Roberts’ decision was asinine. Nobody–nobody–else in the entire world agreed with him.  He basically pulled that line of “reasoning” out of his ass. He chickened out. He lost courage. He wrote the dissent, then switched sides and wrote the majority opinion. He talked out of both sides of his ass and then when he gets called on it Judge Posner whiiiiines that the right wing is “nutty” for calling him on it.

Brave Sir Roberts Ran Away!

You knew it had to happen…

Sir Roberts Ran Away

Bravely  bold Sir Roberts.   Rode forth from the Supreme Court.  He was not afraid to die, Oh  brave Sir Roberts. He was not at all afraid to  have mean things written about him in the New York Times. Brave,  brave, brave, brave Sir Roberts. He was not in the least bit scared To be mashed into a pulp. Or  to have his eyes rhetorically gouged out, And  his preeecious Court be bad-mouthed. To have his  legacy ripped by E.J. Dionne. And his Court’s “legitimacy” questioned.  And his reputation as “an umpire” hacked and  mangled, Brave Sir Roberts. His head smashed in And his heart cut out by The Washington Post Editorial Page. And  his liver removed. And his bowls  unplugged. And his nostrils  raped. And his bottom burnt off . And his invitations to cocktail parties cut off…

“That’s… that’s enough music for  now lads,  there’s dirty work  afoot–I have to come up with some bull shit rationalization why I switched my vote on the Obamacare fiasco!”

Brave Sir Roberts  ran away. (“No!”) Bravely ran away away. (“I  didn’t!”) When danger reared it’s  ugly head, He bravely turned his  tail and fled. (“No!”) Yes, brave Sir Roberts turned about (“I didn’t!”).  And gallantly he chickened out. Bravely taking (“I never did!”) to his feet, He beat a very brave retreat. (“All lies!”) Bravest  of the braaaave, Sir Roberts! (“I  never!”)  His “legacy” is shot to hell…but he doesn’t care because he thinkin’ “Oh Well! At least the liberals will love me now!”  Brave Brave Sir Roberts, you worthless gutless cow! Just go die, you were worthless anyhow…Cowardly Sir Roberts you f#cked us all to hell!