Ruben Bolling at 9:00 am Wed, Sep 22, 2010
Eurovision 2013: An American in London
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“I’ll tell you what it is when you’re not in the picture babe. It’s Tuesday night.”
Uhhh… you guys realize that Miss O’Donell has had at least one live-in boyfriend since her conversion, right? Her former campaign manager. And she’s not hiding the fact that she’s actively dating. But the boys sleep on the couch, because she’s celibate (she says “chaste”) and her place has only the one large bed.
You think I’m kidding, but… check it out.
Ruben Bolling should put that picture of Christine O’Donnell on a t-shirt with the slogan:
Keep your hands where I can see them!
Hell, put the whole comic strip on a t-shirt and he can copyright it.
Guaranteed to make him a richer man.
At first I thought it said “Young Absinthe”. That would have been better. Oh, well.
“Keep your hands where I can see them.” This will be my new approach to all human interaction.
So…, never married(?), no children, judgmental about others touching themselves, claims not to touch herself as well? A career as an ultra-conservative politician makes perfect sense!
Just be prepared for her requests for your prayers of forgiveness after the “shocking” sex scandal about her “moral failing” later reveals itself.
She’s already admitted publicly that she spent a good chunk of her college years drinking and sleeping around, she just doesn’t think that others should be allowed to do so.
Well, a woman can change her mind, can’t she?
Rule number one for any moralizing politician: anything scandalous you’ve ever done up to the age of, say, 50 can be dismissed as a “youthful indiscretion.” That goes for zero-tolerance drug warriors who snorted coke, “family values” guys who got extramarital blow jobs from people of either sex, and pro-segregation bigots who fathered out-of-wedlock children with underaged black servants.
Rule number one for anybody criticizing moralizing politicians and non-politicians: Read the defense of hypocrisy in The Diamond Age.
Next week – witchcraft?
Right now – witchcraft!
Wicked witchcraft….strictly taboo.
I have kind of oddly mixed feelings about this woman, which really surprises me, I tell you.
On one hand, I don’t have any problem with her having a radical, even bizarre personal philosophy. I have some positions on things myself that many if not most would consider way way far outside the mainstream.
I guess my problem is with her trying to impose her very odd viewpoints on other people. It’s one thing to try to convince people that your approach has merit, it’s another to try to legislate your own weird little morality on the public.
She’s chosen to wade into the political arena with both fists up, so as far as I’m concerned she’s a valid target, and all public statements of hers past and present are fair game.
I’m not entirely sure just whom we’ve been discussing…I was just replying to Brainspore’s comment about somebody who now apparently regrets, that which formerly she enjoyed.
I mean, tastes do change…otherwise, nobody would drink beer.
Especially not this stuff:
I’m not entirely sure just whom we’ve been discussing…
Christine O’Donnell, the lady pictured in that inset on the first panel. She’s an American politician whose current tastes include a penchant for tea. Bitter, bitter tea.
“She’s an American politician whose current tastes include a penchant for tea. Bitter, bitter tea.”
Damn you, you magnificent bastard.
I’m surprised no one’s made this connection before:
Oh yeah… tap those virgin wetlands.
It’s still lusting, Rog.
…with my friend Derrick, who’s hiding in the cupboard.
Huh, for a moment i thought that was the “tea party queen”…
This is what can happen if couples don’t go shooting together.
…and this is what can happen when they do:
I need to move out of Pennsylvania.
I’ve looked on many women with lust. I’ve committed adultery in my heart many times.
The most interesting thing I find about the whole “conservative v. obscenity” thing is how the person’s pet peeve seems to be directly aligned and proportional to the amount of participation by said individual in said peeve.
As Shakespeare put it: “The lady doth protest too much, methinks.”