Rick Santorum vs. Michele Bachmann

The plot thickens.  As much as I don’t want to follow the election, I am going to milk the Rick Santorum angle for all its worth.

Actually, I can’t believe he is running at all.

How fucking desperate is the Republican Party that someone hasn’t sat Ricky down and told him, “Hey, you’re a by-word for butt-fuck spooge.  Go away.”?

Never-the-less, Santorum is leaking into the polls.  The whiff of his electorate can be smelled, in trace amounts, on Jim McGreevy’s fingers.  Santorum’s nemesis, Michele Bachmann, is playing off the old “God sent plagues” angle.  It might have worked for her a thousand or so years ago, except that there was no voting for much of anything at that point.  The few people that had any say would have wondered what a woman was doing out of the kitchen.

Hasn’t her campaign manager learned that lunatic Jesus Fringe Women don’t really do well in elections?  All we need now is for MTV to announce a Michelle Bachmann: Rock the Vote!   Reality TV campaign.

This is shaping up to be a shitty campaign.  Thankfully, I will be in Afghanistan for the election.  I can write my non-participation in this farce off on . . . something meaningful.