American politics and how they scare me
Hello, Internet, it’s Friday, January 27th, and I am sort of all wrapped up in the Republican Primaries.
WARNING: WHAT FOLLOWS CONTAINS POLITICAL TALK. In cast the title didn’t tip you off, there.
Now, it should be no surprise to anyone who reads this blog regularly that a) I can’t vote in American elections on account of my not being a citizen of the USA; b) if I COULD vote in American elections, I would not be voting for the Republicans.
So mostly, I just sort of watch in horror as a number of very rich white men over 50 openly exhibit racism, sexism, classism and homophobia and are then CHEERED BY THE PUBLIC.
Rick Santorum (who once famously compared homosexuality to bestiality, earning his last name a double-meaning bestowed upon it by gay-rights activist and advice columnist Dan Savage):
Newt Gingrich, who is scary because he might actually win:
Mitt Romney, who, in 2008, I was praying would not win these primaries, I am now rooting for with my whole heart:
But, friends, there is hope! Meet Vermin Supreme, Democratic presidential candidate and possible magician:
If I were a voting American, I would seriously consider that man (and his majestic chapeau), when casting my ballot.