A California Yankee in King Cake's Court

So I guess there was an election or something yesterday, whatever, I don’t care anymore. The Democrats were given a mandate and a huge majority and they wiped their asses with it, so they can pretty much suck it. I think I may be permanently burned out on politics. I mean, I voted; but only because for years I was one of those crabby broads who bawled about how you didn’t get to bitch about it if you didn’t vote. It was a hard choice betwen the Republican incumbent senator who’s anti-choice (and a total scumbag to boot) and the Democrat challenger who’s anti-choice.

 

Plus, I’m fucking sick and tired of trying to get shit like universal healthcare passed for the working class, who then go out and vote for ultra-conservative douchebags like Rand Paul*. I mean, yes, I've read What's The Matter With Kansas?, and I know all the cheap cynical tricks that the GOP uses to get the undereducated to vote for them; but at the end of the day people have to be responsible for their own voting fucktardery. At the risk of being called OMG ELITIST (although to do so you would have to ignore the fact that I never even came close to finishing college and my credentials are solidly pink collar ghetto, but whatever helps you sleep at night), fuck ‘em. They can spend the rest of their lives jerking off to Sarah Palin and Faux News and being cannon fodder for whatever war we’re going to fight next.