My title refers to another nasty little myth about women.

If you need me to explain it further, shoot me an email.

You are making a terrible mistake with that “Vagina x” title.

For the reading and/or sarcasm impaired, allow me to point out that the title is a reference to the fact that the McCain campaign is vastly underestimating the intelligence of women by selecting Palin – acting on the belief that women are so clueless that they’ll vote for Palin just because she is a woman, positions be damned.

If you had read past the title, you would have found me making this exact point all the way down in the second sentence which reads:

He must really think women are stupid: Me woman. She woman. Me vote for Oldy McSame.

Followed up by sentences two and three:

This brought to us by the same mindset that thought pretty-boy Dan Qauyle would attract women voters. The campaign via Tiger Beat theory.

Though I understand the futility of expecting all readers to get past sentence three before issuing their harsh condemnations of a short, three paragraph post, if you had managed to fight your way all the way through the second paragraph you would have found these clearly mysoginistic points:

Admittedly, we of the male persuasion can frequently cede control of the bridge to our genitalia, but it’s not when we enter the voting booth (I said voting booth). And given that women are smarter than men generally speaking, and much less prone to cogitate with their junk, this is, to put it simplay, FUCKING FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL.

Thank you. Come again.

Not that anything is wrong with them adopting the baby and raising as their own, its even sort of sweet in a head-in-the-sand family values way.

Unless of course Mr Palin is the father. That’s creepy even by republican standards.

I frequently refer to Republican males as “idiotic dicks.” I don’t see the contradiction here.

You have a point. Disgusting innuendo about patriotism or homosexuality is perfectly acceptable, if the subject is Democratic.

But Republicans are wilting flowers who must never be exposed to anything but praise. Even if their accomplishments are thin to nonexistent.

Think of that hero of the Republic, Dan Quayle! Nearly gave his life for his service, what with that blood clot he got for spending so much time on jets. His admonition that we fellow citizens always remember to do our leg-stretches on cross country flights never fails to bring a tear to my eye. As I stretch my quads before the flight to Shelbyville.

Good thing Obama’s from the correct side of the aisle. Otherwise, I’m sure you guys would be busting out all your very wittiest burrhead jokes.