Too Rich for My Blood
Ter-AY-zuh has released a couple pages of her 2003 Federal income tax return. Turns out, she's very rich:

Teresa Heinz Kerry reported income of just over $5 million last year, slightly more than half of it from investments in tax-exempt municipal and state bonds, her 2003 income tax return shows, confirming her status as the wealthiest spouse of any major party nominee in United States history.

Ms. Heinz Kerry on Friday released a small part of her 2003 income tax return, unlike her husband, Senator John Kerry, and President Bush and his wife, Laura, who have made their full tax returns available for public inspection. The Kerrys file separate tax returns, a common arrangement when one spouse is wealthy.

Well, I say Caesar's wife must be seen to be above reproach. She needs to give us more than just two pages. And if you read allll the way to the bottom of this New York Times article, you'll see why (emphasis mine):

No information was provided about how much income was earned by trusts of which she is the beneficiary. If the trusts are as large as reported - and the Kerry campaign has not challenged the billion dollar estimate - then even a modest 5 percent return would have generated $50 million of income, 10 times what was on the two pages released by Ms. Heinz Kerry. A statement released by the Kerry campaign noted that income taxes are paid directly by the Heinz family trust, in addition to taxes that Ms. Heinz Kerry pays.

Yeah.

This woman is extremely rich and is a great backer of all sorts of Leftist bullshit and charities. We don't need her kind in a position of even greater power. Because the super-wealthy obey no law but their own conscience. Because she is a weird and narcissistic moonbat. And because her consort pronounces her name in a way that absolutely pisses me off.

And while I'm at it, let me say this, too, to all of the other creepy broads from hers and my mother's generation who were in some position of influence over me in my formative years: you like her, don't you? You like that degenerate, cosmopolitan view of the world, don't you, where it's all Gloria Steinem balls and Diane Keaton hats? A world of Bela Abzugs and Helen Thomases, Jane Fondas and Valerie Harpers. Strident pro-choice nutjobs, duking it out with Mr. Grant in the newsroom and then looking for Mr. Goodbar later on that night. What a filthy fucking time in our nation's cultural evolution. Whatever there may be to my own feminist sympathies, they remain despite the nauseating memory of those days.