Overton Window Falls out of Frame, Lands on Slippery Slope


The big problem for the Romney campaign—aside from the fact that the nominee comes across as a less sensitive, more entitled Thurston Howell III—is that Willard had to take extreme positions throughout the primary to secure the nomination, and he daren’t pivot to the center now for fear the rabid wingnut base will eat him alive.

The solution? Define extremism down:


I guess that makes Dana Loesch the new Peggy Noonan, with golden showers for the dead fantasies replacing magical Jesus dolphins. Personally, I think it’s an improvement: All wingnut pundits have the same goal; the cruder set is commendably transparent, at least.

Speaking of transparent extremists, Governor He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named has declared that, Supreme Court rulings be damned, there are no laws from a Democratic administration that a Republican is bound to respect:

“We’re not going to implement Obamacare in Florida,” Scott told Fox News anchor Greta Van Susteren late Friday night. “We’re not going to expand Medicaid because we’re going to do the right thing. We’re not going to do the exchange.”

Three million-plus uninsured Floridians? Fuck them. Free market, bitches!

Scott amassed the fortune necessary to buy the governorship with the $72 million that had fallen into his sofa cushions after his company defrauded Medicare to the tune of $1.7 billion dollars. Segregated access to healthcare works just fine for Scott, so if he has to stand in front of the healthcare edifice door to deny entry to a poor person, so be it.


“In the name of the greatest for-profit healthcare corporations that have ever trod this earth, I draw the line in the dust and toss the gauntlet before the feet of ObamaCare, and I say segregated access to healthcare now, segregated access to healthcare tomorrow, segregated access to healthcare forever.”

I need a drink. Anyone got a cocktail recipe to share?

[X-posted at Balloon Juice]

Posted by Betty Cracker on 07/01/12 at 10:51 AM • Permalink

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Cocktail of choice for just such occasions is one we used to make in the ‘90s in the Castro . . . we called it a F.A.B (Fucking Anita Bryant). 

jigger of tequila
1 oz blood orange juice
squueze of lime
3/4 ounce Cointreau


Sounds lovely, Bette. Cheers!

No cocktails! Highly inefficient, too much added glop.

Hard likker, on ice, straight over the back of the throat.

Fucking Anita Bryant

We’re going to need a bigger jigger.


Don’t forget our house special, it’s called a Trickie Dickie Screwdriver. It’s got one part Jack Daniels, two parts purple Kool-Aid, and a jigger of formaldehyde from the jar with Hitler’s brain in it we got in the back storeroom.

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