“For the election, Obama or McCain?”
“I like Obama.”
“What don’t you like about McCain?”
“McCain seems to not really know what he’s doing right now.”
“Are you more for Obama’s policies because he’s pro-life or because he thinks our troops should stay in Iraq and finish this war?”
“I think our troops should stay in Iraq and finish this war. I’m really firm with that, definitely.”
“OK. Now how about as far as him being pro life? Do you support Obama in that case?”
“Yeah. I do. I do support him in that case.”
“And if he wins, would you have any problem with Sarah Palin being vice president?”
“No I wouldn’t, not at all. Not at all.”
“So you think he made the right choice in that?”
“I definitely do.”
This is one example of three people interviewed on this tape, and while I understand that there are going to be supporters on both sides who confuse or don’t even understand policies, I don’t dismiss the considerations of those people who wonder that some Obama supporters–black or white–don’t even seem to care what he supports. It’s all over the place and the race card is being played hard and strong by Obama supporters, including the MSM, in reference to virtually anything said by McCain/Palin or anyone who supports them.
I’m wondering if I should be more nervous, though, that some people hold voting cards and seem to think Obama’s running mate is Sarah Palin.
I saw this first over by Ace.
So had Joe Wurzelbacher been a doctor, would Obama still be mocking him? Probably, but I’m wondering what excuse he would have used since elitism couldn’t be his base. I’m also curious about those in his audience, those cultish followers and mindless automatons who laughed when Dear Leader derisively said, “A plumber!” As if he is incredulous and absolutely floored that anyone could possibly want even to associate with a plumber, let alone support one. Are every single one of those polished beings employed in professions that float above the dirtiness that is life? Is not a single one of them thinking to him or herself that perhaps their own paychecks or contacts just might come from suspect associations?
Yeah, let’s talk about associations, Führer. Since you seem to think yours are so much better than McCain’s, and by extension ours, tell us what it is that makes that so. What is it we are missing? Could it be that we peasants simply are not intellectually equipped to make judgments as to what is going to engage us in a life worth living? Maybe our origins automatically bar us from having a say in who we should be listening to? Isn’t your party supposed to be the one that stands for respecting other people’s realities and experiences? Or does that just count when they are given your stamp of approval?
“Snob” is too weak a word for this anti-American creep. I’m not sure there is a word strong enough for the thoughts I am having, but I’m not going to waste my time right now searching for it. I’ll say instead I’d rather be friends and associate with an honest plumber any day of the week before I would even want to be in the presence of a lying, thieving, infanticide-supporting shite like Barack Hussein Obama. It so totally doesn’t matter that Wurzenbacher is unlicensed, owes back taxes, or that his potential company can in no way ever project to make 250K$ annually. The question was asked, it deserved–nay, was required–to be asked, and the enquirer is now being punished. This is not what is meant to represent the United States of America and my greatest wish at this moment is for the people of this great nation to see Obama for the fraudster that he really is.
Oh yeah: Sorry, Allah, it all amounts to the same, no matter how you dress it.
Totally ripped off from Treacher.
Since we’re on the topic, check out this as well. And as I like to say: don’t forget the comments.
I’m so relieved the chance of me getting a j-o-b-s next summer seems a bit more realistic now that Joe the Plumber has done a little eye-opening for the nation. That is to say, if McCain gets elected, taxes won’t go up, businesses won’t go down, bosses will still be hiring.
And as always that bit of relief was provided by the Gaffemeister Joe Biden, whose experimental-level invented spelling gives us new reason to trust our own instincts against a guy whose knowledge of television history is apparently no better than Katie Couric’s. (Reminder: Couric is a televison anchor who doesn’t seem to know when the medium was invented.)
OK, let’s give credit where credit due. Biden at least tries to know when to keep his mouth shut.
I’ve been able to perk up thanks to Dr. Jim. Of course his job was made easier by the fact that I don’t have TV, but the advice to “get outta here” was well heeded. I fell asleep and when I came to there was no Joe anywhere. In fact, thinking back on it, I hadn’t heard about him for days. Was it because he is hidden away, or has the debate simply taken over the waves? Whatever the reason, he’s gone. And I sort of miss him.
Remember the days when Teresa Heinz Kerry used to say things like “shove it” and pass judgments about what constitutes a “real” job? Now we have Michelle Obama providing the entertainment as she reminds us how her husband will rescue us from our pathetic lives–although she, too, has been kept under wraps for a while. And the Obama campaign has been relying on the media toxicity Treacher references to do us in while we have nothing to diffuse it–no Teresa, no Joe, no Michelle. For awhile we had Alaskan weaponry that kept the infection at bay, but then it renewed its attack with every bit of determined-to-decimate power it had, and the one by one went inhabitants of the blogosphere and real life in some sort of Malthusian population control probably viewed by those on the left as providential. Not only were they ruthless, but also delighted.
Biden had been providing the standup to get us through those trying moments, but they may have realized he was the unwitting antidote because then suddenly he was gone. We were left flailing and sinking until someone finally said, “Get a grip.” And enter Joe the Plumber, who questioned the Dear Leader without flinching an eye; he may be the subject of folk songs currently being written, and things seem to be looking up. Ace seems to be making a nice recovery (while not getting giddy) and although I had my doubts about Allah, he appears to be trying.
Of course, the real answer will come 4 November and until then Joe’s cape design will be on hold since the left will be obliged to go through his trash, but I can safely say that even if the polls don’t read as I’d like them to, I have good reasons to believe they won’t result in the onset of buboes: 1) lies anyway; 2) PUMAs; and 3) that cold turkey bit was a godsend.
In the meantime, I’m hoping they’ll slip up and send the Gaffemeister out again, perhaps deluded by some idea they usually have that the debate for them was a smashing success and nationwide recognition of the racism inherent in every single word coming from our mouths (fingertips) only discredits us. Since they perceive ordinary Americans to be very stupid, they probably don’t believe that “95% of taxpayers” eventually starts to ring bells with these people, sort of in the same way as when an agency claims “100%” results. Even a five year old recognizes on some level that homogenous thought is not natural: a few days ago, while engaging in gross exaggeration I said something about “everybody” parading around in love with Obama; overhearing me my son replied, “Well, not everybody.”
Well, if McCain wins, I suppose we have liberal rage to look forward to–you know, Susan Sarandon-type attacks, more whinging about “stolen” states and of course there probably will always be those only too willing to disgrace themselves in public via their intellectual “wit.” (Think black shirts with neon green letters.) I wonder if Joe will be toddling along for the ride or still chasing after people with his idiotic, fomenting spit. Och well, no worries. It was medicinal while it was needed, but hopefully I can move on to missing his charm about as much as I miss what-I-probably-am-not-allowed-to-say-because-it-is-racist.