In the Massachusetts senatorial debate, Scott Brown sounded like a regular guy — a regular guy blowing smoke out of his ass. Elizabeth Warren sounded like a schoolmarm — a schoolmarm telling the truth. So I guess this one goes to Brown.

The race between Obama and Romney comes down to a choice between a cowardly hypocrite and a depraved moral imbecile. It’s a choice of sorts, I guess, in an America that has hit rock bottom.

. . . is in her eighties now. After a lifetime of hard work and sacrifice as a wife and mother of five, she now lives mostly on Social Security, on which she pays no federal income tax.

Mitt Romney recently described her, on that basis alone, as one of those Americans who see themselves as “victims” and who refuse to “take personal responsibility and care for their lives.”  So much for a lifetime of hard work and sacrifice.

I’m quite sure he hasn’t got the balls to say that to my mom’s face, or to mine.  He only insults decent people like my mom when he thinks he’s talking privately to other rich weasels like himself who secretly despise her for not being as rich as they are.

The only thing as shocking as Romney’s words is the fact that his audience didn’t boo him off the podium or leave the room in disgust and rage — and that there are still people in America who would like to have a man like that as their President.

When my revulsion at Romney’s horrific depravity reaches the limits of what my own command of language can express, I turn to Bob Dylan’s song “Early Roman Kings” for the words I need.  Thanks, Mr. Dylan.

They’re peddlers and they’re meddlers,
They buy and they sell,
They destroyed your city,
They’ll destroy you as well.

If you don’t stop them.

[Photo of my mom by Libba Marrian]

. . . features Romney urinating on homeless Negro sleeping under highway bridge as supporters cheer.

. . . shows Romney taking dump on infant’s face.

Has he gone too far this time?

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Something even Hieronymous Bosch could not have imagined — an ambulatory human rectum that speaks. Lo, the end of days is at hand . . .

There are many ghouls abroad in the land today — those wearing magic underpants can be the most elusive and dangerous of them all . . .

He has shipped hundreds of souls down to the house of death on the authority of his imperial majesty alone. In matters of life and death, there are no restraints on his judgment. Fear him.

This early Roman king lives for one thing and one thing only — a blow-job from Mitt Romney in the Lincoln Bedroom in the White House. It is is last best hope for an erection in this world.

This early Roman king is long dead — is now a rotting ambulatory corpse. When he appears on the floor of the Senate, his peers put on face masks and spray Febreze around his station, to avoid vomiting live on C-SPAN.

Mitt Romney’s statement yesterday — that Barack Obama’s first response to the death of our ambassador to Libya was to apologize to those who killed him — was as vile and despicable as any ever made by an American politician, much less one running for President on a major party ticket.  It completely and irrevocably disqualifies him for the office.

Until this statement, I had thought of Romney as a vacuous opportunist, a stooge of the plutocracy much like Obama, but I feel differently now. I think Romney is a moral whore, a truly wicked human being — a man who would suck Sheldon Adelson’s withered old dick at a fundraiser in order to live in the White House.

Until now I could never imagine voting to give Obama a second term, and I still find the idea of that nauseating, but I’m considering casting such a vote solely as a protest against the very idea of a man like Romney engaging in national politics.  I’d consider voting for almost anyone to make such a protest.

Romney needs to be hounded out of national politics in humiliation and disgrace, and anyone who continues to support him needs to repent of the idea immediately in deepest shame.

. . . pumping out the piss.

. . . pumping out the piss.

. . . pumping out the piss.