My Big Fat Democratic Clusterfuck

Well, folks. There it was. We have seen Hillary Clinton's swan song,
and the bird has come down in flames. Turns out it just couldn't sustain a direct hit from an Obama artillery shell. Quick recap of the basic rules of political debating.

Rule number one: FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK, DO NOT FUCKING REFERENCE SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE AS AN EVIDENCE OF MEDIA BIAS. HOLY GOD. Does anyone watch Saturday Night Live anymore? I didn't think so. But seriously. You come off looking like a whiny little baby.

Rule number two: Don't argue semantics with a candidate who gives better speeches than you. Period. What I'm now referring to is a question given to Barack Obama regarding a recent endorsement he received by Louis Farrakhan, the leader of the Nation of Islam, a radical Islamic group. Farrakhan has made anti-Semitic statements in the past, and naturally his praise and endorsement of Obama raised some eyebrows. I mean, what kind of campaign wouldn't reject an endorsement from a radical, anti-Semitic, homophobic black nationalist? So Hillary Clinton was right to jump on him, right? Well, not really. Turns out he did in fact reject Farrakhan's endorsement
almost immediately, and in his press release he made it clear he did not seek the endorsement and would not accept it, along with denouncing his views. But apparently to Sen. Clinton there's a significant difference between "denouncing" and "rejecting" Mr.
Farrakhan's support. This coming from the wife of a man who asked what the definition of "is" is. Come on. To the crowd's amusement, Obama “conceded" the point, say he would denounce and reject Farrakhan's support, if it really mattered or was a difference. One might say Obama was being a little anti-semantic there (rimshot). I'm here all
week, folks.

Rule number three: It is NOT presidential to stumble repeatedly while trying to say a foreign leader’s name, and dismiss it with a “whatever”. When asked about the upcoming Russian elections, Mrs. Clinton just could not seem to get out the name of Russia’s probable next president Dmitry Medvedev. Uck. That alone is a little iffy. But I’m in a good mood. She can have that one. But what followed just plain pissed me off. It went a little something like this.

CLINTON: Mr. Med-Medeved-Medeveded-whatever....

Whatever!? WHATEVER?! Come on. We’ve just had 7 years of a president who was bright enough to ask “Is our children learning?”. To use another Bushism, we seem to have misunderestimated Sen. Clinton’s flippancy towards the next leader of a country quietly yet certainly slipping back in to totalitarian rule. Ready on day one, eh? I suppose it’s technically not Day One yet.

I could go on. But I won’t. This is getting embarrassing.