Zelda Miller Announces
This whole post about PUMAs at driftglass (replete with a well-aimed skewering of Taylor Marsh) is just brilliant. Here’s a taste:
They needed to be the innocent victims of evil plots. And there needed to be a villain skulking in the shadows wanton and terrible enough to elevate their loss to the level of noble martyrdom. Like the Savior, the South or the Fatherland, they would one day rise again and take back what was rightfully theirs.
Meanwhile, comforting lie in-hand, they were free to finger their grievances—real or imaginary, slight or large—like a rosary. Free to filter Friend from Foe through the scrim of their comforting new delusion.
What truly disturbs me about these people is not their passion. Not their policy positions. Not whatever “Pay attention to me!” pageant they want to stage in Denver.
Not even that they have reduced themselves to the level of tantrum-throwing parody who would rather burn the whole toy chest to the ground rather that let that uppity man from Chicago play with Hillary’s Dream House.
Fine. Whatever. We’ve all been dumped or divorced or fired or widowed or betrayed or left at the altar or left for another. We all know how it feels. And we’re all sinners here; all flawed little monkeys who have, at one time or another, nursed the rage teat down to its bitterest lees.
No, what truly disturbs me is how blithely they are willing to cast aside one of the most fundamental tenets of women’s rights: That “No” fucking well means “No”!
Seriously, read it all.
Posted by Kevin K. on 08/19/08 at 10:53 AM • Permalink
Categories: Knee Slappers • Politics • Election '08 • Barack Obama • Hillary Clinton • PUMAs • Polisnark •

