I got the following email in response to the Open Letter to New Hampshire I posted earlier this week:
It took me a minute to realize that your screed wasn't a Colbert-esque send-up of the usual bone-headed, misogynistic, mean-spirited, right wing anti-Hillary silliness that is the stock in trade of conservative political hackdom. Too bad that you don't see all of the (obviously) unintentional humor generated by your plaintive cries of betrayal over Clinton's historic win in New Hampshire.
When Hillary is inaugurated as the first woman President in US history, I'll be sure to check your blog (If you haven't committed Hara-Kiri yet) for your sure to be hilarious hissy-fit at the American electorate.
Mean-spirited, sure. No argument there. But misogynistic? My beef with Hillary has nothing to do with the fact that she (presumably) has a vagina. And even if I was a misogynist, I’d like to think I’d put Hillary’s being a power-mad minion of Satan ahead of her sex on the list of reasons not to vote for her.
Being called right-wing stings a smidge, too. Is the fact that I wrote the letter to bitch about Hillary winning the primary over the incredibly liberal Barack Obama not enough of a tell? I must have slept in the day they redefined conservatism to include making fun of Ron Paul, Ann Coulter, and Glenn Beck, and repeatedly advocating gay equality, among the many other decidedly progressive issues I’m constantly shooting my mouth off about.
Besides, I was a nice guy. I was this close to putting Hillary’s ass in the Cocksuckers Hall of Fame this year, but I didn’t. Does her campaign call or write to thank me? Do they cut me a humongous check to show their gratitude? Yeah, right.