Euphoric Reality

The material just keeps getting better. Smacking around the Democratic Presidential candidates is like shooting the proverbial fish in a barrel.

Michelle Obama has given conservatives more than enough fodder with her anti-American drivel, and watching her try to be gracious and classy is like watching a lamprey on the side of a fish tank–can’t really hide the teeth all the way down its throat. But her husband is less dangerous, simply because he’s so stupid it defies description. Between not knowing the number of states in the U.S., mixing up Sioux City and Sioux Falls (and for those of us who have lived in one location or the other, there’s a big difference), thinking Kansas tornadoes killed 10,000 when they really killed 12…the list goes on and on.

Michelle Malkin has a comprehensive list that will probably double in size by next week, sooner if he’s called upon to play janitor knight in shining armor to his wife’s oral diarrhea horrible treatment by the public. What a douchebag. First off, Michelle darling, it’s like STDs. If you don’t like them, keep your legs closed. Same principle here. Secondly, Mr. Michelle, if your wife has the balls to stand up and badmouth my country–the same one that allows you to run for President on the basis of nothing more than buzzwords and idiocy–then tell her to have the balls to take the tomatoes that will be thrown at her for being a spoiled, racist, ignorant bimbo.

We’ve got a feminazi socialist who’s so far in debt she’ll soon be rubbing charcoal on her legs to simulate stocking a la WWII, and a pair of twits who can barely contain their disdain for the United States. They’re liars, they’re idiots, and–yes, I’ll say it–they are horrible examples for the black community that is looking to him as their Great Hope. Obama’s not a symbol of “what the black man can achieve,” for Americans regardless of color are capable of much more than Barack Obama’s forgettable career. He’s just proof that affirmative action has finally reached the Presidential elections.

…at least this week she is. With her sarcastic wit and ease at finding the holes in her opponent’s argument, Coulter was at her best yesterday while hoisting Obama’s nutjob “pastor” Rev. Wright on his own racist petard.

Wright’s been complaining that everyone’s taking him “out of context.” Coulter takes that and runs with it. I almost snorted pop on my monitor when I read this.

It’s absolutely unheard of to repeat passages from famous speeches. In fact, I have a dream that we will not do that. Ask not what your country can do for you, but ask that the media stop replaying “snippets.” All we have to fear is repetition itself, because we are the people we’ve been waiting for to tear down that wall of endless repetition.

Just like Wright’s “snippets” leave no doubt of his meaning or intent, Coulter’s one liners are a thing of beauty.

In his speech to the National Press Club on Monday, for example, Wright described America as a country of “segregation, Jim Crow, lynching and the separate-but-equal fantasy.” Then he ran outside to feed more quarters into the meter where his time machine was parked.

I really do love this woman. Not only does Hillary probably have Wright on her staff by now, as Coulter suggests, but the Hilldebeast is probably doing sick and perverted dances of joy like below at the knowledge that a self-aggrandizing, racist, idiotic bozo derailed her opponent’s campaign.