Under the Big Top

Dear Conservatives,

So you’re all up in arms that Donald Trump is speaking at your conference.  You’re tweeting that “CPAC is dead” and that the organization is “destroying” itself.  You worry that Donald Trump is going to make a mockery of Conservative values and policy (as if that’s even possible).

Look, I’m with you. I think Donald Trump is one of the biggest buffoons modern society has offered us in a while. And I’ve always said that, regardless of what label he’s stuck on himself over the years. The earliest memory  I have of what it really meant for a man to be a pig is Donald Trump when he cheated on Ivana. So I get why you’re speaking out against him being touted as a leader of the party. What I don’t get is why the hell it took you so long. When he was running around demanding the president’s long-firm birth certificate, why didn’t you say, “Hey, The Donald. We have serious things we have to worry about in this country right now. Hawaii’s a state, he was born here legally, that video from Kenya was bullshit. Now stop.” You can’t hate him now that he’s calling himself an Independent when he was worthy of our hate the whole time he was a Republican.

Sometimes you get the leader you asked for. And you asked for The Donald. A businessman who declares bankruptcy and then rails against entitlement. A man who declares how important family values are as he stands right next to his umpteenth wife. You’re letting the party be held hostage by these Tea Party lunatics who run around in tri-cornered hats and talk about how the Founding Fathers always intended this country to be God-fearing and racist (when we all know only one of those things is true). You’re letting asshole pundits prevent Congress from working across the aisle. You won’t give a centenarian who waited hours to vote a standing ovation because she voted for the wrong team. Your lead Congressman rolls his eyes at the idea that our basic infrastructure needs improvement because President Obama suggested it. Our country went into sequester because nobody could even agree to call a frigging time out.

If you don’t want a clown to represent your party, stop running it like a circus.

Hugs and Kisses,

Lindsay

Lady Bits and Pieces

Dear Conservatives,

I know you want to make this one of your big issues. I know that you’re all wrapped up in the sanctity of all life, no matter what, so help you God. But I think it’s time. You need to stop talking about vaginas and everything that goes on in and around them.

I can’t even get one letter out to one of your ilk before another one of you makes a comment so egregious, so horrific in its stupidity that I feel like addressing the previous comment is a waste of time. I can’t keep up with this. So please. Stop.

This week started off with State Representative Mary Sue McClurkin (R-Alabama) saying that a fetus is “the largest organ in the body.” She says we don’t have any organs in the body bigger than a fetus. And, if a fetus were an organ, she still wouldn’t be right, because your skin is the biggest organ on your body. Maybe she still wouldn’t have an argument in the last month of pregnancy because skin weighs about 8 pounds and a fetus is not an organ.

I always thought it was just the men of your party who seemingly had no idea how the lady bits worked and I could understand that in a way because they don’t have lady bits and apparently are allergic to the most basic of basic sex-ed classes. But now I realize it’s a full-blown epidemic.  Sperm-fighting vagina ninjas and babies as organs are the sorts of nonsensical prattle I would barely tolerate from my toddler (who, just to be clear, was not robbing me of my biggest organ when he was removed by C-section two years ago).

So, again, I beg of you. Enough. Go back to thinking anything below our belly buttons and above our knees is just an icky black hole of murkiness designed to rob men of their power and never ever mention it by name. It’ll just be better that way. 

Hugs and Kisses,
Lindsay

State of Our Union

Dear Speaker Boehner,

You know, I resolved to update my website this New Year’s Eve and then I didn’t do anything about it. But your behavior at the State of the Union inspired me, truly.

I understand that you’re not the biggest fan of the President’s. You’re on different teams and that’s what matters more than anything, right? I also understand that you are not a teenage girl. So when you roll your eyes and try to look as bored and disinterested as possible, OMG, you look like an idiot. You looked like you were about two seconds away from pulling out your Blackberry and BBM-ing your BFF Paul Ryan over there about how the President was “so totally lame L”

(Speaking of “BM”– your skin is starting to look like you haven’t taken one in three days and crap is pushing itself through to the surface of your skin. STOP FAKE TANNING! You’re from Ohio and you live in DC. Nobody thinks you’re getting that much sun naturally.)

When the President says that everybody, regardless of what they look like or who they love, deserves equal rights and you refuse to applaud that everybody deserves the same rights, again, you look ungrateful. Some homosexual is out there on the front lines, defending your right to look as bored and disinterested as you want to be. I wouldn’t do it. You didn’t do it. So when the President says that soldier deserves to enjoy ALL the rights they’re fighting for, clap. It won’t make you gay, too. Promise.

When a 102-year-old woman hauls herself out of the house and stands on long lines to cast her first vote, that’s something that’s deserving of our praise and respect, regardless of who you think she cast that vote for. 40% of Americans didn’t bother to do what she did and I’m guessing a lot of them are in a lot better physical shape than she is. You can’t go on and on about how great this country is and then not applaud when somebody goes out and proves your point just because you don’t like the way in which they proved it. It makes it seem like you only want the people who agree with you to get a chance to participate in the democratic process and we know that’s not the case. Right?

Here’s the thing: I get that you don’t like the President. We all get that you don’t like the President. You’ve made it abundantly clear, what with your party’s complete inability to cross party lines, even if it’s in the best interests of the country. But you forget who your bosses are. You have to answer to the people of this great country. You are an at-will employee. The American voter put you in your position and the American voter can take you out. And if you look too bored with your duties, if you look disinterested in listening to your co-workers and continually demonstrate that you are not willing to be part of the team, you will lose your job.

So think about that. And also, seriously, stop with the tanning.

Hugs and Kisses,

Lindsay

Words and Their Legitimate Meanings

Dear Lulli Akin,

Does anybody in your family have even the simplest of basic understandings about rape?

Today you said that the GOP’s decision to distance itself from your husband’s campaign for Senate was just like rape. Of course, the organization took a step back after your husband decided, science be dammed, that every woman has magic sperm-ninjas in her vagina that can mystically comprehend the intent with which the sperm was placed in the cavern of dark magic and thus prevent pregnancy if the rape was “legitimate.” Which leads me to believe that a) not one single person in your family knows what the word rape means and b) not one single person in your family owns a dictionary.

Dictionary.com (see? You don’t even have to own a dictionary. It’s all right there, free, on the interwebs) defines rape as “the unlawful compelling of a person through physical force or duress to have sexual intercourse… any act of sexual intercourse that is forced upon a person.” Very rarely do you ever hear a rape victim on the stand saying, “He was really supportive at first. And then I said something monumentally stupid and he never called again.” Because that is not rape. That is the abandonment. And I’m willing to bet 10 out of 10 rape victims wish their assailant took the GOP’s course of action.

In the end, I think it is you and your husband that are more attacker than victim in this instance. Because every time somebody in your family opens their mouth and says something that trivializes the horrific act of one person forcing themselves upon another and violating them in a brutal attack that takes away choice, dignity and any semblance of a sense of security, you are victimizing them yet again. By telling 5% of rape victims that, if their rape was “real”, they wouldn’t have gotten pregnant, you are assaulting them all over again. By saying that your husband’s campaign not getting as much money as it used to is the same thing as being held down on the ground while somebody penetrates you under threat of violence, you are diminishing the horror they were forced to experience. Because, remember, nobody’s holding a gun to your head, forcing you to stay in the race. Unlike a legitimate rape victim, you can walk away whenever the horror gets to be too much.

Hugs and Kisses,

Lindsay

Open Letter to America from the GOP

Dear America, 

I know we've had our differences. I know you've moved on. But, America, I just can't get you out of my head. I know this is the wrong time and that you've been in a stable relationship for the past four years. I just need to let you know I've changed, Baby. I'm a better GOP now. I'm stronger, I'm more conservative (remember how you always talked about starting a family? Well, now I'm anti-abortion in all cases and I'm not a big fan of insurance companies paying for birth control, so chances are, we'll be starting one real soon if we get back together). No more long vacations in the middle of nowhere Texas. No more looking to my daddy for advice. I'm a real political party now and I'm ready to commit to you for the next four to eight years. Maybe more. We'll see how you like my VP candidate. Did I tell you I have a VP candidate now? He's so handsome. You're going to really love him. You guys can jog together. You should see him run a marathon. 

America, I know in the past, we fought a lot. Mostly in a country that had nothing to do with the attacks of September 11th. But that's over now. And I'm working on the situation in Afghanistan, even if I never mention it. I know I blew all our money and nearly pushed you into a Great Depression. But I hear you're happy now. You're working again, almost 20 hours in a retail job your PhD leaves you grossly over-qualified for. I'm sure you're going to be moving out of your mom's basement soon, America. Maybe we can rent a house together. Something White and ornate with a huge lawn and a rose garden. But I don't want to rush things, so I'll just move in there first, America. I'll get everything set up real nice and we can take our time, see how things go. 

I know this guy had to really work hard to repair a lot of the mistakes I made in the past. And it's not that I'm not grateful for it. I know I hurt you and he has helped heal you, probably more than you'll ever know. But you don't seem as happy as you were four years ago. I know that has a lot to do with me, but can't we also acknowledge that some of that is because you guys just don't have the same chemistry? For all my faults, America, I did make you laugh. Remember that time Cheney almost got to be president because I nearly choked to death on a pretzel? Or the time I got stuck on stage because I couldn't figure out how the door worked? Or what about the time I talked about OB/GYNs not being able to practice their love? I know that was your favorite. It could be just like that again, America. The jokes will be a little more high-brow this time around. Less choking on pretzels, more choking on fois gras or falling off my wife's Olympic horse. But there will be jokes! We'll laugh together, America. And everybody knows laughter is the best medicine. Which is good, because if we get into power, we're going to scrap Obamacare and you're probably not getting health insurance at your minimum wage retail job. So we will just laugh until you feel healthy again. 

Bottom line: I love you, America. And it doesn't feel like this guy really does. So just give me another chance.

Love, 

GOP

Servicing the President's Men

Dear Secret Service,

Wow. Just Wow.

You guys have always been the strong, silent types in the background. Which, I always kind of gathered, was your job description. Wear dark suit and darker sunglasses. Blend into the background and be alert. Above, all, protect the leader of the free world, giving your life to save his if it came to that.

I’m fairly certain buying Colombian hookers wasn’t in there at all.

Usually, the only time you guys make the news is when the code names you call the first family come out. You know, First Lady Barbara Bush was “Steel Battleship” and President Clinton was, “Sir, you have lipstick on your mouth.” But you guys have made a splash and in a big way, with the hookers and the presidents itinerary in the room with the hookers.

Couple of things:

First up: even if the local government is cool with it, chances are THIS government, the United States government, the one that signs your paycheck, they’re probably not cool with prostitution. Hence the reason why it’s pretty much illegal here. And I don’t care if everybody’s doing it anyway. Sometimes your bosses can get away with stuff that you can’t. It’s like that time I was working at a Mexican restaurant for the summer and the boss would openly down a couple of bottles of wine during his dinner shift Saturday nights. I didn’t think I could do the same as the hostess. And not just because I was under-aged. He was the manager, I was the underling. If I wanted to drink on the job, I was going to have to do it one tequila shot at a time back behind the chips station. That’s how these things work. It’s nearly the same thing, except you’re tasked with the security of the president and I was the lynchpin in making sure everybody found a seat.

Secondly: when you’re on a business trip, even when you’re not on the clock, you’re still kind of on the clock. Act accordingly. You can’ t act like you’re at your Buddy’s Vegas bachelor party after 5pm. If somebody is paying your hotel bill, they own your free time, too. That means a quiet dinner with a glass of wine with your co-workers. Not a Bacchanal in the clubs of South America. Because guess what? You have work to do in the morning. And it’s pretty important work, too. It’s not like you’re dicking around writing a travel blog for a college semester abroad. You’re securing the President of the United States, for Christ’s sake. It’s a big deal. And you should treat it as such.

I know this advice is kind of pointless now, seeing as you’re all on your way to the unemployment line (remember: that’s also a government-signed paycheck, so no hookers this time, either). But I hope that maybe you can read this letter and learn something from it that will help you grow in the fine service-industry careers I’m sure you have in front of you.

Good luck. It’s hard out there for a pimp – but you probably know that already.

Hugs and Kisses,

Lindsay

PS – One more thing: don’t cheat the hookers. That’s just bad form. A girl just gave up her body and her dignity, the least you could do is not stiff her on the bill.

Lady's Right

Dear Democratic Party,

Jesus Christ.

You had the women voters delivered to you by the Republicans on a silver platter made from the foil backs of birth control pills and you’re now managing to alienate them swiftly and surely.

Why do you do this to yourselves? Why? This election should be a gimme, why make it an uphill battle?

After waging a war on women’s reproductive rights to protect religion’s rights by taking away a woman’s right to choose how many kids she has, thus extending the role of the government while claiming to be the party of small government (Irony was last seen downing a scotch), the female vote was yours for the taking, Democratic Party.

And then here comes your Strategist and CNN Political Contributor Hilary Rosen.

Rosen made what is, admittedly, a rather dumb comment about how Ann Romney, a stay-at-home mom, has never worked a day in her life and thus shouldn’t be who Mitt Romney consults on economic issues facing women. It’s a dumb comment, a low-hanging-fruit jab that’s neither particularly  inflammatory nor helpful to your cause. Just because they’re stay-at-home moms doesn’t mean that they don’t have an understanding of what’s going on in the world, economically and otherwise. Plus, one could argue (and that’s exactly what I’m doing here), that stay-at-home moms, often tasked with maintaining the family budget, probably have a pretty good sense of how economically tough things are in the world right now.

It could have ended there, if there was not the 24-hour news cycle beast to feed. But media outlets love making mountains out of stupid comments caught on tape (and I say this from nearly a decade of experience feeding the beast in 10 hour shifts).  So now it’s a controversy. And, as such, Rosen has written an editorial on CNN’s webpage trying to explain herself.

And this is where the Democrats need to learn how to shut the hell up. Because instead of making it better, Rosen’s put her foot so far in her mouth it’s coming out of her ass.

There’s something of a custom among us simple stay-at-home moms that you never return a plate empty, meaning that if somebody brings a dish to your house, when you return the dish, you should return it full of cookies or muffins or something to say thank you.

Maybe that’s why she’s serving up platitudes on the same silver platter Republicans sent the women voters over on.

“I admire women who can stay home and raise their kids full time. I even envy them sometimes. It is a wonderful luxury (emphasis mine) to have the choice.”

Aside from the condescending tone, these comments are frustrating because she seems to think that all stay-at-home moms are ladies who lunch wherever it is that the 1% eats these days. And, as a stay-at-home mom that has had vegetarianism forced upon her as a result of her economic condition, I have to call challenge.

Look, I know I have a biased here. But I also have a point. Most of the stay-at-home moms I know (and the partners that support them) have made tremendous changes in their own lives so that they can have one parent stay at home and raise the kids. It’s a personal choice that’s very rarely a luxury but a sacrifice. And who better to understand what’s going on in the world of economics than families who have suddenly taken a 50% pay cut? Don’t think that stay-at-home moms understand the economic climate? I have a much better understanding of inflation now that I have to watch my pennies at the grocery store. Talk to a mom who goes in to buy eggs, milk and bananas and spends $40 to get a real understanding of how hard it is out there economically. Drive around all day with a mom of 2 who tries to balance taking their kids to play dates and soccer practice with the rising cost of a gallon of gas. Make no mistake Democrats, stay-at-home moms understand today’s economic climate.

But it’s more than that. I am a strong liberal who would no more think of voting for Romney than going to the moon. But there are a lot of people out there who sit on the fence. And you know what? I may not agree with a damn thing that’s ever come out of Sarah Palin’s mouth, but she’s never made me feel like a simpleton for giving up my career and staying home with my kids.  And if you Democrats start alienating women for the choices they make, you’re no better than the Republicans who just alienated women for the choices they make.

Listen Democrats: your strategy for this election is so simple it’s been made into an internet meme. President Obama killed Bin Laden. He saved us from economic depression. He didn’t screw up the recovery effort from a natural disaster. And he brought us motherf*ckers doughnuts. Don’t stray from the message and let’s wrap this shit up in November. ‘Kay?

Hugs and Kisses,

Lindsay