I've not written much about the Republican primary or the war the far-crazy-ass-right is waging against women because I can't seem to come up with anything funny to say - because none of this is funny if you think about it for too long. Yes, there is a lot of unintentional hilarity spewed from blowhards, but there is underneath it either a genuine mean-spiritedness that appalls me or a Machiavellian-level pandering that sickens me.
But I do want to say this:
If you think you can impose your belief system on anyone else, you are a fucking asshole.
There's no argument.
You can believe what you want to believe, you can think I'm going to some version of your hell for being adamantly pro-choice in all its iterations, you can pray for my soul all you want, but you had better not think you can tell me what to do.
Because fuck you.
I keep myself semi-sane by limiting my news-gathering to a judicious review of my daily New York Times [Hello, Food & Dining section!] and reading Wonkette and info from my Twitter timeline. I can't dissociate myself far enough to find the humor on my own [god, do I ever miss Molly Ivins], nor am I able to pass off the vehement misogyny as just politics because it's not.
I remind myself that it's all become so vitriolic because those fuckbags can see the writing on the wall, that their vision of 1950s white America is crumbling and nothing they can do will stop it, so they have to do something, something huge, to try and keep their world in order. Mean people, small people, insecure people, lash out when their worlds are being threatened. I get that. But I can no longer excuse it or find it in myself to forgive it or pass it off as inconsequential.
Because it's not. It's not.
I also find myself becoming frustrated by those who attempt to explain a situation that is nobody's business. No woman has to explain to anyone why she does the things she does - why she does or does not use birth control, why she chose or did not choose to have an abortion. None of those discussions are public property. They are nobody's business. And they are not going to sway the minds of anyone who thinks that they know what's best for you. Neither logic nor heartfelt appeals to compassion are going to change any minds. There is no reason to engage - their minds are made up.
And for those who will have changes of heart once they've done all the damage they could - following the likes of George Wallace, Lee Atwater and Ken Mehlman - I just have to say in advance, go fuck yourself. There is no forgiveness in being an awful, horrible, hateful human being and then saying, "Oh, yeah, sorry," when you can do nothing to reverse the evil you have perpetrated.
There is not.
I hate to leave you on such a downer, so I'll just add this, because it did make me laugh [thanks to KeAnne for telling me about it]: