quote of the day

. . . some of this is also generational. You know, when I go to college campuses, sometimes I talk to college Republicans who think that I have terrible policies on the economy, on foreign policy, but are very clear that when it comes to same-sex equality or, you know, sexual orientation, that they believe in equality. They are much more comfortable with it.

while everyone else is either jumping for joy or rending their garments, depending on their own views, i'm looking at the political calculus that went into the president's decision to come out in favor of gay marriage at this point in time.

he's been holding this card for a long time, after flip-flopping on the issue more than once [a bit romneyesque, that, dontcha think, barry?] and i dunno whether it was because his hand was forced by his idiot VP or because he decided it was time to rally the base, but whatever motivated this move, it sure as hell wasn't conscience.

he had to know he'd piss off the black folk, who tend to be very conservative as regards the homos, but then he also knows he could leave michelle and marry rielle hunter and they'd still be behind him in 90%+ numbers, so he figures he's probably safe there.

and, of course, he's right about young people.  whether lliberal or conservative, they increasingly don't see gay marriage as an issue; and their elders--the ones who do--will be dead soon enough.

so this may win him a few votes from the young'uns, but those old folks?  for now, they're still with us.  and boy, do they vote.  and this may prove to be the lever his opponent has been looking for to pry the evangelicals away from their fear and loathing and into his camp.

so did he do the right thing or the wrong thing in taking this uncharacteristically bold and risky stand (politically speaking, of course, which is all that matters to this guy)?  i dunno, but of one thing i'm fairly certain.

i smell fear.

a little taste of what competent tops in this town have to deal with

presented for those among you who think i am prone to exaggeration--i swear to god, getting rid of this boy is harder'n snappin snot off a fingernail (that's a texas expression).

after months of ignoring his incessant emails and texts, and against my better judgment, i finally relented the other night, answered him, and--well, read from the bottom.  i'll let you figure out whom is who.

and there you have it--a classic specimen of the genus bottomus pushyolus* if ever there was one.

if i was even slightly more of an asshole than i actually am, i'd post his picture, too, over a big "warning--cute but deadly" sign.

[and in case you're wondering:  no.  no, i didn't.]
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*colorful plumage designed to lure the unwary; hardy, bulletproof, impervious to insecticides, hints and downright insults in pursuit of its eternal goal.  once has its prey firmly ensnared in its web, will extract every last drop of its juice, leaving nothing but a worn-out little stub.