Everyone is talking about this crazy-ass bitch at Townhall who wants the bitches to shut up and I dunno, be barefoot in the kitchen with a black eye or something.
Mary Grabar isn’t pissed off at Nancy Pelosi or Hillary Clinton. Nope. She’s going after The View:
…it’s a sign of our crumbling civilization that a bunch of girls of varying ages and ethnic backgrounds, sitting around all dressed up for a coffee klatch, some of them with cleavage spilling out of Victoria’s Secret Infinity Edge Push-Up bras, spout off opinions borrowed from disturbed teenagers and Michael Moore, and call it a talk show.
This was the danger of giving women the vote. The danger to conservatives (and the survival of this country) is the voting bloc of single women, i.e., those who lack the guidance of a man in the form of a husband or intellectual mentor.
This is sick shit, and other bloggers have smacked it down effectively. But what gets me is how desperate the right has become. It’s not enough to throw misogynist insults at Nancy Pelosi. It’s not enough to imply that Barak Obama is secretly a terrorist. It’s not enough to Swift Boat every Democrat at every turn. Because they’ve done all of that, and Democrats have still regained control of Congress, the American people still want us out of Iraq, and Bush is still woefully unpopular.
So now they have to tell husbands what they should allow their wives to watch on daytime television. Think about how silly that is. How weak and ineffectual. That conservative ideas are so shaky, so meritless, that to protect them they must make sure that liberal women cannot have conversations without being, not ridiculed, but treated as a serious threat to the common good.
When you are in danger even from afternoon talk shows, then afternoon talk shows are indeed the least of your worries.
