Now that Barack Obama has announced Hillary Night at the Democratic Convention it is absolutely time for the Hillary Hags to call it a day. I enjoyed their antics – the weak organization, the outsized press coverage, the outraged feminist sputum – at first, but their act quickly grew tired. My feeling now? Please go ahead and vote for John McCain. Feed his coffers. Stay away from the Democrats.
Of course, that won’t happen in a million years and everyone knows it. Just say the word “abortion” and these women will sprint to the voting booth for Obama, threats to the contrary aside. So, ladies, accept your candidate Barack (He’s a Man) Obama and please stop whining.
To which the Hillary Hags would undoubtedly respond: “We won’t stop until we decide to stop.”
OK, don’t. You’re so not important anymore. Hillary will have her celebration (and this, believe me, is more than she deserves. Those people in Appalachia were not voting for Hillary Clinton, they were voting against Barack Obama.) And these 40,000 or so women, whose lives are wrapped up in Hillary’s candidacy, can just talk and hug it out in private (or in public, it doesn’t make a difference). No one will pay attention anymore.
I do have to say, for entertainment value, reading about this furor has been fun. Nothing gives me more pleasure that to see the various factions of the identity politics coalition tear themselves apart. Can you imagine the mental gymnastics necessary for a black, feminist woman to have to make to reach a decision? For this reason alone, Barack Obama is worth supporting.
At any rate, cheers to the Hillary Hags. Enjoy the convention, gain catharsis, and have fun in the voting booth.