A Creepy Broad
I'll be blunt: I have an instinctive dislike ---if not outright hatred--- for the filthy rich. I don't like unearned privilege and I don't like rich assholes who presume to talk to and for me as though they have any fucking idea what it's like to spend the last few days of every month parceling out change in increments of the cost of a hamburger or a gallon of gasoline.

If you think that this arrangement the Democratic Party has reached in foisting upon us a rich man and his filthy rich wife as the defenders of the common man is acceptable, you are a goddamned idiot. Period.

Yeah. Is Bush a rich man? Yep. But he doesn't disrespect me by pretending that he's like me. In fact, what does he talk about when it comes to work and property? That we can make our own way and be proud to call what we have our own.

But when you see someone like Teresa Heinz get up in front of the world and talk about the struggles of regular people, it sickens me. When you get a good whiff of her elitist, unearned status and are made to endure her egocentric nonsense, how can you not be pissed?

The Democratic Party has no principles. It is willing to surrender the Presidency to a kept man and a woman whose wealth has very clearly shaped her attitudes and morality. And they are not those of the average American. You have to know that. And you have to know that she and her consort are a bad idea for the integrity of this country.

No soul. No sense. No way.