She just won’t go away. GO AWAY! GO Awaaaay! Who? Hill-Rod, as she was affectionately nicknamed this past week when she’d sucked enough lower middle-class white cocks and pandered all over their faces with her love of wrasslin’, KFC, and guns. M’kay? Barry Obama tried his darnedest to relate to them, but he barely made a dent. Not gonna finish the waffle and sausage, Barry? You ain’t gettin their vote. Politics is a game, and Obama bowled too many gutter balls. Fine.

No, what has frustrated me recently, especially as a homo thug (yeah, I’m butch and straight-acting, deal.) is this so-called Diva Theory as a way to explain Hillary’s appeal to the certain portion of the electorate, namely dudwa like Josh and Josh:

There is something weird going here. Hillary is the diva, the fabulous woman who is fabulous just because she says so. She’s the woman who is abused (by her husband), ridiculed (by the press), hated (by Republican mouth-breathers), yet she’s still standing. She’s like from some exploitation film where the heroine is beaten and barely raped before pulling a knife out of her sock and slicing the mean guy’s balls off. Her supporters have stood by her and fought her battles with her - and sometimes for her - since the 1990s. The emotional connection runs too deep. R-e-s-p-e-c-t, she shakes her finger. Find out what it means to me. And the crowd eats it up.

Finished? And here I thought the silly season of the presidential race began when Bill accused Barry of playing the race card on him. It was the gays! Never mind that a diva is typically an entertainer who is charismatic and sassy and has razor sharp wit. No, Hillary is a diva because she suffered; and us gays like a good victim who continues to show a bit of moxie in the face of a mean bully. Not me. This is an insult to an already unappealing label and to the entire queer community. True, for arguments sake, gay gendered males do have a certain affinity for an attractive no nonsense gal with style, but this is a Presidential Election not some tickety-tacky episode of American Idol where we vote to save a talented Queen from talentless drones.

Oh what does it matter anyway? Her clothes. That hair!

SHUT. UP.

Turn off the Ugly Better,get off your Crate & Barrel sofa, and stop for just one moment and judge her based on policy positions and record rather than on her fabulous victim hood and dodging political sniper fire. She’s a politician. Hill-Rod would take out any of you; and as Melissa Ethridge once suggested, throw you “under a bus” to get to the top. She’s arguably riding a wave of vaguely racist lower-middle class white sentiment to the nomination. What makes you think she will defend your faggity ass once she takes office, at best she’ll repeal DOMA, signed by her own partner-hubby, Bill.

DOMA? Is that like Nobo. LOVESIT! Do we need rezzies?

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