From where I sit, the entire Republican Party should head to OZ – looking for a brain, a heart and a pair of testicles.
These are the words of 82-year-old Helen "Philpot" (not her real surname), who does most of the writing on the Margaret and Helen blog. There have been diaries about these two octogenarians here before, but they are always worth a return visit.
More priceless wisdom below.
Ah, the freedom of being 82 and not giving a shit who you offend:
Honestly, do Republicans put their guns down long enough to wipe their asses or do they just take a chance and occasionally wound themselves in the privates? What the hell are these people thinking?
Helen has lived a long time, much of that time in Texas, so you just know that Republicans had to have really ramped up the stupid lately in order to get her attention. In her latest post, she shares her thoughts on their sorry state:
I wonder if the Grand Old Party has taken a step back recently and gotten a good look at just how tarnished they have become? You’ve got one Governor shooting wolves out of helicopters and another using laser guided missiles to take out coyotes during his morning jog. You’ve got the Tea Party rooting for insurance companies instead of kids and the Right-To-Lifers shooting doctors at church. The GOP even has homophobes practicing homosexuality.
And she's also not too fond of Rush Limbaugh:
Have you listened to Rush Limbaugh recently? And if you have, please tell me why. We know he never graduated from College. We know his mother said he flunked everything. We know that much of his career was spent high on hillbilly heroin. And we know for damn sure he lies. There is actually an entire organization dedicated to exposing his lies from each and every broadcast. So how in God’s name can you repeat his garbage in your emails and comments to me and not expect me to immediately discount you for a fool?
I already feel guilty for quoting so much of it, but there's just too much goodness to choose from. Her thoughts really ought to be collected in some Confucius-style book of wisdom. If such a book existed, I would carry it around with me at all times. Here are just a few:
How many skeletons and fossils do we have to dig up before evolution seems more plausible than the story of God sleeping in after six days of hard work?
How many wars do we have to start before we realize that, in war, there are no winners except Dick Cheney and Halliburton?
How long before Tea Party members stop misspelling signs and just start burning crosses?
People like Helen really give you hope for the next generation of 90-year-olds.