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Stare into the curdled face of Sandra Bernhard. Listen to her hiss. Off her meds? There are no meds to cure this hatred.
Sandra who, you say?
She’s that snarling, has-been friend of Madonna who does “comedy” or something.
And she last made headlines two years ago when she sold MAC lipstick by bashing conservative women as “little freaked out, intimidated, frightened, right-wing Republican thin-lipped bitch[es].” MAC defended her as a “provocateur.”
Hey, it worked last time. So, here she is again — going after Sarah Palin by imagining her gang-raped and lambasting her as a “turncoat bitch” and a “whore.” Of course.
Stage four of Conservative Female Abuse: Dehumanization.
They hate us. They really, really, hate us.
Allahpundit: “This makes three has-beens this week alone who’ve tried to siphon off gas from Palinmania (or rather, two has-beens and one never-was). Everyone else in America’s climbed aboard the gravy train; why should D-list comedians be immune?”
Just more “in-your-face” proselytizing from the purveyors of Hope and Change.
Another miserable provocateur unleashes his hatred and bigotry in the pages of the San Francisco Chronicle. Yes, it’s the morose Mark Morford again:
Every white woman I know is positively horrified.
Wait, that’s not exactly true. It’s more accurate to say that every thoughtful or liberal or intuitive or open-minded white woman I know worth her vagina monologue and her self-determination and two centuries of nonstop striving for equal rights and sexual freedom and exhaustive patriarchal unshackling is right now openly horrified, appalled at what the addition of shrill PTA hockey-mom Sarah Palin seems to have done for the soggy, comatose McCain campaign — that is, make it not merely remotely interesting and melodramatic, but aggressively hostile to, well, to all intelligent women everywhere.
Truly, among women in the know and especially among those who fought so hard to bring Hillary Clinton to the brink of history, nausea and a general recoiling appear to be the universal reactions to Palin’s sudden presence on the national stage, stemming straight from the idea that there’s even a slight chance in hell such an antagonistic, anti-female politico could be within a 72-year-old heartbeat of becoming the most powerful and iconic woman of all time.
They say: You’ve got to be kidding me. They say: This is what we get? This could be our historic role model? Two hundred years (OK, more like 2000) of struggle, only to have this nasty caricature of femininity try to hijack and mock and undermine it all?
It cannot be true, they say. The universe must joking, would not dare dump such a homophobic, Creationist evangelical nutball on us, this anti-choice, God-pandering woman who’s the inverse of Hillary, this woman of deep inexperience who abhors birth control and supports abstinence education and shoots exhausted wolves from helicopters and hates polar bears and actually stands for everything progressive women have resented since the first pope Swift-Boated Eve.