...that portrays all who would prefer otherwise, given a choice between a white woman and an African-American man, as de facto racists - as if the woman had nothing to bring to the table outside of her race.
...that would assume anyone who had another first choice was a bigot.
...that believes that all who do not support it from the outset are either stupid or uneducated.
...that states that supporting an alternate in the same party means holding onto religious mythology for dear life - particularly when some are of the much-despised atheist non-class of quasi-citizenry (moi, merci beaucoup, vous le morceau de merde).
...that suggests that only stupid, willfully ignorant, racist idiots could possibly find any other candidate in the same fucking party even remotely attractive.
...that believes that 30 minute meals are inherently less satisfying than Chef Ripert's.
I love Ripert, and what's more, I can actually make his recipes - to a tee, fuck you very much. It just so happensI don't make my living as a chef, so I'm also very well acquainted with the 30 minute stoup.
Guess which recipes get used on a more regular basis, you high-and-mighty so-called "progressives?" I'm a pro-choice, opposed to the death penalty, all for single-payer health care, firm believer in a progressive (if ostensibly flat-) tax, anti-torture, pro-liberty, motherfucking patriotic, salute-the-flag, father-in-law Vietnam (2 tours) and-proud-of-it (him and me) Marine, American.
I'm also a work-outside-the-home mother of two, with one of the boys needing therapy twice a week, who also needs to get dinner on the table. I'm enamored of Ripert and Bayless and Colicchio and Desauliniers, but it's Ray and Deen and and Joy of Cooking, and my own mom, who make it onto my table more often than not - because they speak to how I live.
And I have a fucking college degree. So bite my degreed, Nascar-hating ass.
...this has been a Public Service Announcement from Kiosan, who is fed up to *here* with the Obama mythology, merci beaucoup monsieurs et mademoiselles, so sayeth the toothless rube.
