Dig this, Kats 'n Kittens. Okay, so, there's this so-called "public option" crap in the Health Insurance Industry Give-A-Way bill. It's weakass tea, and it's pretty much doomed to fail, but it lets DP politicians brag to the rubes at home that they tried to solve the health care crisis. And after all, we don't want to let the absolutely shitfaced corrupt be the enemy of the good, now do we?
Now, earlier this year, Snarlin' Arlen Specter (Redneck, PA) changes allegience back to the conservative Ds after being on the conservative R side for umpty-ump years. (As if there's really that much difference.) Thing is, he wants help from party higher ups to make sure he keeps his seat because there's this conservative demotard leftover from Rhamses I inane "Fightin' Dems" 06 campaign making a run at the PA primary.
So, in exchange for some string pulling, Specter agrees to vote for the dumbass "public option" even though he said he wouldn't. After all, it's dead in the water anyway, and it'll make a few yinzer chuckleheads happy, so what the hell. It's win-win, right?
Here's where it gets funny.
Meanwhile, in the alternate bizzaro world of the Intarwebs, DP lapdog-wannabe Mo'Betta Bowers has been doing his yappy dog cheerleader bit for the aforementioned conservative "Fightin' Dem" Joe Sleestak or whatever. Seeing Specter's flip flop on the public option nontroversy, he assumes it was his mighty mighty pwoggie-bloggie powers that made Specter flop his flip.
Behold! The Power of Cheese!
Hi-larious, nu? But wait, there's more! Next Mo'Betta puts up this mopey post about how depressed he is that he has to move heaven and earth, focusing his awesome Optimus Prime-like powers, to make this fuck-corrupt scumbag senator flip his vote. "... progressive activists should be happy that our strategy of pressuring Democrats through primaries is validated, right?" he whines, utterly clueless about how the world works outside of his pwogwessive fantasy internet clubhouse for political retards. Then, faithfull puppy dog Bowers goes on to wimper that he's unhappy his representatives are so fucking corrupt. Oh, ALAS! Alack-a-day! I fall upon the thorns of life, I bleed!
Yes, after pimping his rightwing lesser-evil conservadems for fucking years, Bowwow has the fucking gall to complain about them!