My Day

 The title today is borrowed from the column Eleanor Roosevelt used to write while her husband was President.  She also made speeches, advocated for important causes and, when war came, visited American troops fighting all over the world.  She was the first "First Lady" who got up Republican noses because she didn't give tea parties and shut up.  For this, and for not being remotely glamorous, she was mocked without mercy.  (She once declared she would never cross a picket line.  Long after she died, William Buckley was still repeating his zinger about throwing a picket line around her.)  Hate for both Roosevelts continues to energize the right wing, or at least that segment which has heard of something that happened before 1970.

Mrs. R comes to mind because high-achieving women continue to panic the boys.  It's bad enough they have to pretend to tolerate the ones who hold elective office.  When they come along with their husbands and have the gall to involve themselves in policy, like Hillary Clinton with health care, the venom really flies.  Michelle Obama was Public Enemy No. 2 because she believed children should eat vegetables and exercise regularly -- the greatest threat to Western Civilization since Genghis Khan.  Curiously, no one had a problem with Laura Bush, a former librarian, urging people to read (she even created for her husband a list of books he was too drunk to read in college).  Maybe not so curiously.

Nobody bounced off the ceiling when Dr. Jill Biden's husband was Vice President and she continued to be identified by her academic title and to teach at a community college.  (Doesn't Karen Pence teach art at some superstition academy?)  As she prepares to move into the White House every asshole is proffering an assholish opinion:  It's elitist and pretentious, her dissertation doesn't meet his exacting standards ("like pig Latin or dogs barking"), and she got a negative notice on some blow-off-steam website (she's a bad teacher and she grades too hard -- the slacker's equivalent of "terrible food and such small portions").  Also, if she's such hot stuff, why does she teach at a community college instead of GWU or Georgetown?  She should smile more.  What's up with her hair?  

Dr. Biden and I are fed up to here with your shit.  So is Jen O'Malley Dillon, who ran Mr. Biden's highly successful, landslide-victory campaign (81 million -- it's a record, like the daily death toll from the Trumpandemic!).  Dillon told Glamour that Biden "was able to connect with people over this sense of unity."  Some mocked him:  "'You think you can work with Republicans?'  I'm not saying they're not a bunch of fuckers."  There was a 0.1 earthquake as men fell to the floor in shock.  What if some toddler got hold of her mother's copy and thought it was all right to talk like, well, that fat man who's always yelling about "shithole countries" and "grab 'em by the pussy" "beat the crap out of them."  CIVILITY!  Of course, she's right.  They are a bunch of fuckers.  What else can you call them?  "Basket of deplorables" shocked them, too.  I prefer "bucket of chum."  But fuckers will do.  

"We want them infected."  Paul Alexander, HHS fucker

California, where the spread-the-infection policy has triumphed, will lose $200 million in Medicaid  funds in the next quarter because it requires state health plans to cover abortion.  

Speaking of education, in her farewell to the troops Betsy DeVos encouraged staffers to "resist" attempts to forgive student debt, regulate for-profit colleges, repair Title IX rules about sexual abuse and other socialistic plots to spoil all her good work.  

Coach Tuberville has volunteered to be Mo Brooks's accomplice in "overturning" the election result on January 6.  He proposes to "beat the Electoral College," possibly in the Orange Bowl.

Just a sampling of today's fuckers.   A fucker is a fucker.   They aren't even smart fuckers, smart enough to stave off the worst cyberattack in history.  Not even smart enough to change the password on the Stable Jenius's Twitter account.  Dumb fuckers.  

Apologies to Mrs. Roosevelt, who probably didn't even know that word.  That's my fucking day.