Friday, October 17, 2008

Oh Look, How Cute, Somebody Had Retarded Six-Year-Olds Make Signs for the Palin Rally


Republican vice presidential candidate, Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin talks to supporters at a rally in West Chester, Ohio, Friday Oct. 17, 2008.(AP Photo/Tom Uhlman)


What I keep getting from these rallies is We are the stupid and we're better than you. God, it's all so galling. "She's reg'lar folk." WhatEVER. I mean, I grew up in Tucson, Arizona, and I'm not proud to be ignorant because I'm not ignorant. I worked really hard, studied hard, had shit jobs for over a decade... and that makes me... what? An East Coast Liberal Elitist? I'm middle class, just like they are. Sarah Palin says these are the "real Americans." All the rest of us are, what, holograms? Not Americans? Get an education and talk in complete sentences with words longer than two syllables and you're un-American? Move to the city and you're un-American?* Fuck these morons! Fuck them with their lipstick and their pit bulls and their idiotic slogans scrawled with elementary school tempera paint on Walmart poster board. Fuck Joe the fake plumber. And a hearty fuck you to Sarah motherfucking Palin, fake middle class Jezebel whore coopted by Bill Kristol and his cynical "she's our new project" evil neocon think tank.

I'm so glad these people are losing.

OK, I feel better now. This blog will now resume laughing and pointing at shoes and hairdos.

*Maybe some of these yahoos should read David McCullough's biography of John Adams, or Sarah Vowell's The Wordy Shipmates, her fascinating new book about the puritan founders of Boston (and Harvard), and learn a little more about the contributions of East Coast elitists. Or, heck, maybe they should read some writing by other noteworthy East Coast elitists like Thomas Jefferson? May I suggest the Declaration of Independence?

UPDATE: What an honor! This post is featured on Free Republic! And they try to work up some outrage but get all distracted when they find out that –OMG– Princess Sparkle Pony is a guy. And then the whole thing dissolves into calling me a fag and worrying about my neighbors' children. LOL. Hi, losers! I hope you'll enjoy the upcoming Democratic president, Senate, House of Representatives and Supreme Court!

UPDATE: Aw, Free Republic pulled the post, probably when they realized how much I was enjoying it.

41 comments:

Terry said...

Bravo, Princess.

Tess said...

Amen Sista!

Matty Boy said...

Headline at the HuffPo says she loves visiting the "Pro-America parts of this great nation."

I live in Oakland, CA, and I get the feeling she's not visiting soon.

Lucky us.

And for all the people that the Princess sent a hearty "fuck you" out to, it goes double from me.

Jon said...

Princess, I was raised among idiots who wanted me to grow up to be an idiot. It was damned hard work escaping that destiny. Thanks. Hooray for you.

puravida said...

"And a hearty fuck you to Sarah motherfucking Palin, fake middle class Jezebel whore coopted by Bill Kristol and his cynical "she's our new project" evil neocon think tank."

Princess, could I just borrow that line for a little while? I'll give it back, of course. But that sentence deserves a hearty spin around blogtopia.

lebecka said...

A very hearty "And you speak for me as well" Princess from this Pittsburgh girl. I guess pouring my heart (and money!) into earning a graduate degree turned me into something from the Planet Of the Effete Apes.

Jess Wundrun said...

Remember in the 90's when the repubs used to bitch that it was the liberals who wanted to erase competition and excellence from American Society? When they complained about moms wanting to give trophies to all the kids instead of just the ones who won, lest anyone feel bad? When they were all about the Ayn Rand and that pseudo objectivism crapeola?

Well, jesuschrist, they couldn't have set the bar lower these days. Meanwhile my kids plan to kick their ig'nant kids' asses. And keep the fucking trophy.

(Hey it was swear word Friday at work today. Glad to see it carried over to PSP!)

Ivars said...

The real "small town" values are meth and teenage pregnancy. It scares me when I go someplace and can't see the skyline of my city.

drew in sf said...

Yes, it's true... those of us who live in the big American cities in the northeast and west coast, and want to pursue the happiness of a peaceful, respectful, domestic American life... we aren't the real America.

Nope. The real America is the small fraction of the population who live in homogeneous small towns in the midwest and south. Their happiness is the only legitimate American happiness that's worthy of pursuit. Their politics is the only true American politics. Who they choose to treat with peaceful respect are the only ones who deserve to be called real Americans.

The rest of us? We should go to Russia if we hate America so much.

tangobaby said...

I'm going to a Friday night lecture about Benjamin Franklin tonight AND I'm using my Economic Stimulus Refund to buy the ticket.

I can't wait till November 5th. Just cannot wait.

Princess Sparkle Pony said...

Benjamin Franklin? That East Coast, city-slicker, French-loving elitist? Ew.

tangobaby said...

Abso-f*cking-lutely! That guy. And I'm sitting in the front row, too.

Hopefully next to some gorgeous hunk of a history professor who looks like Indiana Jones in the first Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Just another Friday night in swingin' San Fran!

Matty Boy said...

Princess! You forgot how much Franklin loved whores! If you are going to slander the man, put in a full effort, please.

It's what we elitists expect from one another.

zoe said...

Thank you. I needed that.

Anonymous said...

These people should just read something, ANYthing.

samael7 said...

Wow, Princess. She really gets under your skin, doesn't she? Your normally sunny/snarky demeanor clouds up like a rainy day when you have to think about her. I understand why, don't get me wrong.

We'll see the back of Red Heather soon enough.

Until then, just think of Ursula and her Breck hair, sunny smiles wreathed in scarves, and noted competence.

Anonymous said...

All the rest of you are basically brainwashed. You don't expose yourselves to anything but hard left media and people.

Wanna know about real people? Go ahead ask any honest question you want and I'll be happy to explain the common sense angle that real Americans are coming from.

Princess Sparkle Pony said...

Ahhhh... Yes! I was waiting for the Freepers to start leaving comments. So good! Yay!

There will no doubt be more. Please don't respond to them, Pony Pals™.

drew in sf said...

I don't know, PSP, they've convinced me. I'm packing my mustache comb and black leather polish and jumping the time-shuttle to mid-70s Argentina. Where a German Hispanic could be a true American. Screw you hippies.

LOL.

Anonymous said...

Avoid talking to a real person, Princess?

Are you not able to communicate with a working class person? Are you afraid I may out-logic you?

You never know: You just may find out something your liberal teachers deliberately hid from you.

Princess Sparkle Pony said...

I am a real, working class person, thilly.

Kathleen said...

Be mindful of creating a divide btwn rural and urban. Palin has no right to stake her claim here. I'm not exactly rural but this isn't a city and I'd never live in one (again). They're okay to vist, kwim?

Plenty of folks here have their heads on straight, I'm seeing more O signs in the neighborhood. It does warm my heart....

Princess Sparkle Pony said...

Kathleen, that's great to hear. But part of my whole point was that I'm not drawing a line between rural and urban; Sarah Palin is.

One of the points of this post was to point out these untrue distinctions, so beautifully underlined by our friend above from Free Republic. They imply that "East Coast Elitists" like me wouldn't know what to say to a "real working-class American," when in reality, most of us "East Coast Elitists" are, in fact, real and are, in fact, working class. I live in a basement apartment and take public transportation to work, and both our Free Republic friend and I will both benefit from Obama's tax cuts. So yay for us!

Smapdi said...

PSP, I love you, even though you harshly rebuke us if we say something mean (but accurate) about Cindy Lou.

Anonymous said...

"when in reality, most of us "East Coast Elitists" are, in fact, real and are, in fact, working class. I live in a basement apartment and take public transportation to work,"

THANK YOU! As a native of the northeast now living in Ohio, I've been waiting the past 8 years for someone, anyone to make that point.

lebecka said...

regular old middle class girl here who loves the Princess. You mean old Anonymous-y yucky person, go away! The Princess is too busy following Condi to pay attention to you.

John said...

It's so freakish. My parents grew up in WWII Europe as working class kids with absolutely nothing. I grew up as a middle class American kid thanks to their efforts. My sister and I have more education than either of my parents had, and there's no resentment or bitterness. Now, my parents are very smart people - my dad got a chance at a university scholarship at took it, and my parents left their country of birth and everything they knew for better opportunities - and our home was atypical in that we didn't get lots of goodies but we got endless books, endless conversation about politics and science and culture, and my parents happily saved and handed over money for us to get the best educations we could.

And now I listen to people running for President and VP telling me that I'm un-American because I went to college, put myself through graduate school, worked my ass off at various jobs, and started a business whose sole product was my thinking... and along the way came to believe that it was reasonable (dare I say, "patriotic"?) for me to contribute back to the society where all of this was possible, and give others a chance at the same.

Funny, I thought our family's story was the American dream. But it's entirely predicated on my family embracing the idea of an "elitist" future for their kids.

Sarah Palin calls that un-American. I think PSP's "Fuck you" is a pretty mild response to that appalling idea.

John said...

And I should add, despite all this, here's the un-American nature of my life: i get up every day and go to work. I use the money I earn to do crazy, elitist things like pay for my modest home, my groceries, and gas for the car. I engage in weird, elitist recreational activities like reading books, going out for beers, and walking my dog. After I do all this five times I take two days to relax and start over. Crazy! Un-American!

justjenny said...

Dear PSP,

If you were not a hairdresser, I would want to marry you.

Anonymous said...

Oh, congratulations, Princess, you hit the big time by being hated AND then pulled by the Freepers!!

But I will always love you!

(signed, "g" - goddam this blogger/google WTF?)

Anonymous said...

Oh, I am the above anonymous, who is not the ugly nasty Freeper anonymi invading here!! Begone, dopplegangers!!!

Princess Sparkle Pony said...

Whoops, I deleted that really long comment without reading it.

drew in sf said...

Writing to amend my contribution to the urban/rural divide in this thread. Truth be told I grew up in a little homogeneous village in northwestern Pennsylvania snowbelt, near the cultural nexus that touches the northeast, the midwest, and Appalachia. I don't have anything against country folk - my parents are urban refugees in that rural area, just like I am a rural refugee who has lived most of my adult life in different large-ish and very diverse cities.

That all said, Palin, the neocons, the Christian rapture monkeys, and the redneck Freeper SOBs need to let go of their presumption of the definition of "American". To quote that great American Inigo Montoya, "you keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."

Matty Boy said...

OMG! The Princess took away the fun comments from the Freepers! More liberal censorship! Conservatives believe in the open exchange of ideas, which you can read on the thread over at Free Republic...

Oopsie, they took it down.

False alarm, Pony Pals™. Carry on.

Steve said...

Now I finally know why it was called Seward's Folly.

PS. Since you were raised in Tucson, PSP, wonder if you happen to know what's now occupying the site of the old Desert Willow Ranch ?
Loved that place as a east coast Ovaltine drinkin' elitist kid.

tangobaby said...

Steve,

Drinking Ovaltine is elitist?! Damn! No wonder I'm so freaking smart.

I'm going to have another glass right now.

Karen Zipdrive said...

PSP, Thank you for deleting the more odious anonymous comments.
:)

Doug Alder said...

Bill Kristol may be taking credit for this "project" by I firmly believe it;s Cheney behind the selection of Palin. Think about it for a minute. McCain won't release his medical records. Why? If he's healthy then it would make sense to do so. It's highly likely, if not damned near a dead certainty (sorry :)) that McCain, if elected, will not survive his first term. If that happens Palin has to appoint a VP and guess which neocon right wing wacko has the most experience. Think this wasn't all thought out by Rove and Cheney, the man who prefers to be president defacto and not de jure?

dguzman said...

Wow, I don't think I've ever seen you angry, Princess.

I like it.

I can't say anything more eloquent (read: elitist) than my fellow commenters with brains (which excludes the Freepers) already have. I just wish this whole elite thing meant I could make a living wage! Damn my elite graduate degree!

rptrcub said...

I pay my taxes. I do volunteer work. I commit no crimes. I advocate for democracy. I wept on 9/11. I support the troops and their families. I stand up for the Constitution. I help build America. And yet because I live in an urban area and vote Democratic, I'm somehow not a "real American?"

Who died and made you Freepers God?

Anonymous said...

An NPR from a McCain/Palin rally the other day noted that campaign staff were handing out signs that were made to appear handmade. Those look like what they would come up with: demogogue-ish statements in clear, bright, folksy script on cheery backgrounds. If those were legit homemade, they'd be scrawled in ballpoint pen on an inside-out cereal box.