Monsoon of Venom

There's an awful lot of Clinton-supporter craziness going on today. I suppose it could be because her projected landslide in West Virginia won't mean much, but even more likely, it's because the inevitable truth is beginning to sink in, and it hurts. It hurts enough, apparently, that the threats of staying home in November are threatening to flood the discussion. And I hate to generalize or paint with broad brushes, but the feminist contingent seems to be the loudest on this front right now. (With the notable and sobering exception of Amy, who, as usual, rocks out.)

I think it's great that you've got the determination and fortitude to stick to your guns and refuse to vote for any candidate other than Hillary Clinton. Really. That's fantastic. I hope you pass those admirable qualities on to all of your unwanted children and grandchildren when the Supreme Court, bolstered by McCain's justice nominations, overturns Roe vs. Wade.

Seriously, people. It's bad enough that we have to convince huge numbers of racist, blue-collar, and backwater Democrats that Obama is a better candidate than McCain. It'd be great if we didn't have to waste our time on activists who should fucking know as much already.