Prickly Pear Wine

Whuh-huh? I guess Britney Spears hasn’t flashed her panty-less pink bits at a camera lately and Linsey Lohan hasn’t drowned herself in a bottle of Jose Cuervo. Or maybe there’s a shortage of missing, young white women–all pretty young white women are present and accounted for. (Although the media is mildly distracted by the crazy Mormons white pedophile cult in Texas.)

All the media’s focus is on Barack Obama’s observation that a certain segment of the electorate is a tad bitter (ya think?), and, thus embittered, that segment falls back into the easy comfort religion and guns.

Well, anybody with a functioning brain stem knows Camp Hillary is behind the media frenzy, but it’s stupid, nonetheless.

Because Justin was home this morning and he likes watching the morning info-tainment shows, I caught part of Obama’s response to Hillary’s “Shame on you, Obama,” speech:

“She’s running around talking about how this is an insult to sportsmen, how she values the Second Amendment,” he said, his voice rising. “She’s talking like she’s Annie Oakley! Hillary Clinton’s out there like she’s on the duck blind every Sunday, [like] she’s packin’ a six shooter! C’mon! She knows better.”

Bwah!. Like the MasterCard commercial–”Priceless.” Serious LOL moment. Especially since I immediately pictured Hillary dressed as Elmer Fudd. “Kill the wabbit, kill the wabbit, kill the wabbit.”