Thoughtless for the Day

You really have to ask yourself, "Santorum was behind in the polls by something like twelve fuckin' points, why didn't he prepare his children for the possibility that he might lose?" Did they thing that Jesus was going to rush in at the last minute and turn a couple of loaves of Wonderbread into a million votes? Did Rick take the kids aside earlier in the night and say "Daddy doesn't want to frighten you, but if the Democrats win tonight we'll be forced to spend the rest of our lives dining on aborted fetuses while Gays sodomize your new puppy"? Shit Luther, Santorum's son (Little Ricky?) looks absolutely shell-shocked.

Maybe it's best that this is how we remember Rick Santorum: as a family man. Albeit a man whose family look they made a wrong turn on their way to an evening of milk, cookies, and hymns and ended up in an opium den showing the director's cut of La Blue Girl.

I'd feel a whole lot better about seeing Santorum get hit in his ass by the door on his way out if he weren't being replaced by another redneck anti-choice homophobe. Hell, the guy I voted for wasn't even on the ballot: I had to write his name in. As matter of fact, I pledge that from this moment on I'll make life in office as difficult as possible for Bob Casey Jr. or, as I like to call him, "Santorum-Lite".

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