Even though, Al Gore actually won.
Maybe it takes winning to find the humility to accept losing. In which case, it’s a choice instead of an ill-fated prophecy. Mitt Romney thought the presidency was his fate.
It’s one thing to have fate denied by a white Texan. It’s another to have fate denied by a black Kenyan who wasn’t perceived as an equal by the Lord Himself, in the Mormon Church, until 1978.
The only person more spoiled and obnoxious than Mitt Romney is his spoiled and obnoxious wife. Every time Ann Romney makes a public appearance, I thank God for Michelle Obama’s bangs.
It kills me, the thought of President Romney. It kills me, the thought of people I know going into the voting booth and pulling the lever for President Romney. It kills me, reflecting on two of my friends who are Gay, openly pulling the lever for President Romney.
The only thing more powerful than hatred is self-hatred.
I’m happy about The Sequester, putting down the credit card is a step toward The Military Industrial Complex learning to live within our means. I’m happy about Benedict’s resignation, turning your back on God is a step toward manning-up.
I’m happy to see the Romneys on Fox, their lack of self-awareness perfectly reflects on Chris Wallace and his ill-advised socks.
In a word: beige.