God am I glad I left the Democrat party!
Look what you've done to my wife, mother of my precious daughter, and guardian of white fetuses everywhere. Yes! I said GUARDIAN -- meaning that since her "sea change," (during which she morphed from street w**re to Earth mother), she is now (and has STATED it here upon numerous occasions, in a SHRILL bray) willing to DIE for even ONE of what you would throw away like TRASH -- like that monstrous party girl did to dear little KAYLEE ANTHONY!
I also see that you've finally managed to drive my wife to actually call herself Debil's sex organ. The carol I knew would never have done that; she would have forged on passive-aggressively and resolutely, her legs planted firmly before her computer, like the last of the coastal redwoods, who on some level (like the lowland gorillas), must know that they are doomed, but still go about their gorilla lives, their redwood lives, because, well, what else are you gonna do?
I'll tell you the kind of woman carol is: She cried huge crocodile tears (I forget if that means the real kind, but no matter) whenever she saw one of those wonderful Christian channels begging for your spare quarters to feed little Ungoodoo in Somalia or whatever hellhole unsuitable for life, similar to Texas or Arizona. She would clutch a picture of our kindly (albeit quite slow and poorly proportioned as you might imagine) to her capacious bosom until the glass frame nearly shattered with the force of her emotion.
I remember her collection of gayly-colored plush animals -- doggies, kitties, monkeys, turtles even, which she would actually address. Examples: "How are my widdle darlings today? Did y'all sleep tight and not let the bedbugs bite?" and "Which of you rascals wants some night eggs and bac-ey this morning, and who wants to keep pouting?" Stuff like that.
Instead of recognizing what a treasure carol is -- a woman woman dynamo of protection and advocacy for our dwindling freedoms and removal of a pretender President who will drag us further and further down until the Bible is no more than relic of the iron age of humanity, and the Constitution no more than a document fit to line a cat box. There are misguided individuals here to see fit to constantly ejaculate upon her precious upturned, chubby face (and Nanoencephaly's, and Jane's too)-- I mean over and over -- using words such as "BLURT," or "SPLORT," which I admit would be quite comical if it they were not addressed to my still Earthly angel. This is so wrong, so unfair. All she wants, all she's ever wanted is justice for those swept from the womb before they've ever toddled in cute little pink or blue sneakers, tasted something sour and made a funny face, gotten their first little teeth and downed their first burger from Mickey D's, then felt the first urgings "down there" to get busy and multiply themselves!
Yes, carol hates this President. Who wouldn't after what he's done to besmirch the good honorable names of "Bush," and "Cheney," and the latest parade of defenders of solid Christian values and the nipping in the bud of socialist engineering and the other host of outrages this DICTATOR is trying to foist on an unsuspecting public who seem unwilling unable to learn from history or hearing the clarion call of my wife's wisdom.
I just wanted to let you know the resource you're trashing on here. You'll remember when you hear the first rumblings of the Horseman in the distance. But then it will be too late, I'm afraid.