Only People With a Penis Need Apply

~~By kenosha Marge

Little boys growing up in the United States are told that they can grow up to be anything they want including President of the United States. Makes their little hearts swell with pride.

Little girls growing up in the United States told to sit down, shut up, act like a lady and get implants if your boobs aren’t big enough to attract the boob you want to attract. Now they will also be told to remember what happened to Hillary Clinton and Sarah Palin when they tried to be all that they could be. Look at what happened to Martha Stewart when she got uppity! Take that little girls! Aspire high but not too high. Maybe Betty Crocker?

The American People have been clearly shown what the Democratic Presidential and Vice-Presidential candidates think of average voters by their attacks on Joe the Plumber. That is a definite “tell”. Democrats may pretend to be the party of the average Joe and Josephine but they don’t really like them much.

The Republican Leadership and the Republican elite are not very pleased with Sarah Palin on their ticket. Not only is there a “she” on their ticket, she’s a card-carrying member of the middle-class. Not their cup of tea, don’t you know!

Most women are well aware that only people with a penis need apply for important positions. Now many of our male friends are finding out that it needs to be an “elite” penis; a penis that graduated from Harvard or Yale; an upper crust penis if you will.

Having money isn’t enough. After all Cindy McCain is has blessed John McCain not only with love, loyalty, children, and his own in-house pilot, she’s very, very rich. Money clearly isn’t enough to be part of the very exclusive inner circle. He may not be Maverick enough for the left, but he’s way too Maverick for the elite Republican inner circle.

Most ordinary people know that our Representatives don’t represent us. Most ordinary people are aware that the elites in both parties look down their moneyed, ex-foliated noses at we the peasantry. Women, peasants and other vermin are useful to them only to when it comes time to vote. Scurry off to vote little peasants and don’t hold your breath until the people you voted for do something for you in return for that vote.

Women, for the most part, still trot off to vote for the party that hasn’t done anything for them for decades. Many are under the impression that they’re voting for the party that supports women and their endeavors. They willfully ignore the fact that the Democratic Party draws a line in their support when women get uppity and dare to aspire to the highest offices in the land. Then women are made aware that for all the propaganda about Republicans believing in keeping women down, Democrats aren’t any better. Only people with a penis need apply.

Both parties heretofore were absolutely determined to keep the highest office in the land in the hands of people with a penis. However that penis had to be an elite penis that had gone to the best schools, knew the right people and had the right background.

Examples are abundantly clear. George W. Bush, doofus extraordinaire had the right equipment and the right connections so media not only gave the silly twit a free ride, they gave him a boost every chance they got. Thus Doofus and company led us into a financial crisis and two wars with our male dominated and self-hating female media cheerleading all the way.

Bill Clinton had the right private parts, the right education, but not the right connections and so was universally loathed by the elite leadership of both parties and the media. No shot was too cheap, no lie too big, no spin too dizzying to use against a Bubba penis.

In his day Harry Truman was disliked for the same reasons. Fortunately Harry S was smart enough to keep his penis in his pants and not give the elite media and leaderships something to club him with forever. Bill Clinton for all his political savvy, for all his brilliance will be remembered more for not keeping his pants zipped than anything else.

The unzipping pants syndrome seems to be a problem penis people in politics have with annoying frequency. Scarcely a week goes by that some male politician doesn’t have to go in front of the press and admit to a tawdry affair that diminishes him, his family and his career. Usually the poor cheated on little woman has to sit, or stand, at his side to show her loyalty to this dunce. Just in case she hasn’t been humiliated enough.

I have no problem with women deciding to stay with an errant spouse. That’s a private decision that is none of my/our business. However I do object, and object strongly, to women standing beside the man when he faces the media over his inability to keep his pants zipped. If he was a big enough boy to let his penis lead him astray, he’s a big enough boy to face the music for what he did all on his lonesome.

Someday perhaps we will see an end to politics by penis. Someday perhaps we will see people judged for their character, intelligence and competence not for their gender, race or whether or not they have the “right” connections or attended the “right” school. Someday maybe we won’t care what the gasbag media has to regurgitate about the candidates.

One day perhaps women will stand together and get equal rights here in the United States; the right to be all that they aspire to be. That cannot, will not happen until women stop pandering to penis people in order to get that patriarchal pat on the head or slap on the butt that signifies that that “master” is pleased with them. Men couldn’t hold women down if women didn’t allow it. After all ladies, we outlive and outnumber them. So that tells ya, some of us are fighting for the wrong side.

From Family Fun to Family Feud: Obama Crashes the Dinner Party…

~~Posted by kenosha Marge

I remember some very lively Holiday Dinner table conversation when I was growing up. That’s because my mother and her family were all Republicans and my father and his family were all Democrats. Politics was often the topic.

I remember heated arguments with yelling and with laughter. We took our politics seriously in my family. What I don’t remember is the anger and the hate. Nowadays in order to be a good Democrat you are supposed to hate the Republicans.

Republicans are also expected to hate Democrats. Who thought this was a good idea?

I’m not very good at hating. Most of the time loathing is the best I can manage. Hate takes too much energy and often harms the hater more than the hatee.  Hating someone simply because they favor one party over another would be like hating Chicago Bears fans just because I am a lifelong Packer Backer. Well… maybe a Bears fan…

I grew up to become a Democrat. That was fine with my family because my Republican Mom voted for JFK and my Democratic Dad hated Ike and loved Truman.

In our family voting was stressed, not who you voted for. Of course around those holiday dinner tables you had best be prepared to defend your choice. Those who offered nothing but Talking Points were laughed out of the conversation. Voting was stressed but it was expected that when you voted you made a good decision based on all the information you could find.

I was a moderate, loyal Democrat who voted a straight Democratic ticket forover 40 years with one small exception. I voted for a Green Candidate, one Rae Vogler over our DINO Senator Herb Kohl. And I enjoyed doing it. And will do it again if given the chance.

I am now a moderate, liberal Independent. I saw first hand the ugliness that has infested the party I supported for all those years. I saw arrogance, corruption and misogyny and I was disgusted. So I became disinclined to support them for what they have become. Don’t even get me started on what I think about the media. Now there’s something I could almost bring myself to hate.

The Holiday Dinner table conversation now tends to keep away from politics. Someone always gets angry and someone always insults someone else and the conversation becomes nasty and juvenile. We’ve come along way baby and it isn’t for the good. Politics affects our lives every single day. We must talk, reasonably, about them and not in an echo chamber or how can we grow and learn?

I confess that I have reached the point where I am not interested in a conversation about Obama. I know all I care to know about this person. The time comes when you decide you have all the information you need to make a decision.

I’ve reached that point.

Having reached my decision based on information garnered over many months I don’t want to argue about it anymore. You have your idea and I have mine and if we are both content then that’s that. Right?

For most of my family that’s okay. However one Obamacrat Granddaughter regards me as a traitor and has even gone so far as to suggest a bit of racism on my part. I nipped that in the bud quickly and forcefully. I do not hate my Obamacrat Granddaughter. I confess to being a little disappointed because she doesn’t make a good argument for her choice. She spouts talking points and facts run off her like water off a duck’s back. She was raised better but now, sigh, seems to only listen to her boyfriend; a condescending jerk who regards me as an over-the-hill senile female person unable to understand and appreciate his brilliance.

So here we sit. Still a family divided but not with good humor and respect for other’s opinions. Now if you don’t agree with one side or another there’s a pretty fair chance you will NOT be receiving a Christmas card this year. Who knew; disagree with a relative and save a tree.