Women: We Know Tea Parties

Yes, it appears that dems love leaders who lead them into massacres and then are in full denial about how bad it was.
Remember 0 making fun of Hillary and saying her foreign affairs experience was nothing but tea parties?
After the midterms, I think knowing how to manage tea parties would have been a good thing to know!

...the comment section over at Riverdaugheter  http://riverdaughter.wordpress.com/2011/01/05/ch-ch-ch-changes/#comments  comes late to the Party... I've said since '08 the punk was in for a demonstration of most elucidating proportions....and such Mistick Krewe of Comusas wanna-be's as Michelle and twice Queen of Zulu Social Aid and Pleasure Club paraders, Desirée Rogers, are dyed-in-the-wool Cultural Warriors. 

I've complained, at length, about the insider obscurity of the African Culture Game played by Obams.  While he permitted his obotomized minions to foolishly cannonize him without a miracle for proof, he laughed cynically at them, no less than he ridiculed "typical white woman" Teas.  Hey; my Hornies: Nobody Teases Like the O.  No Playah be smoother, be the Man Women want to ride in the limo with.  And no more prestigious limo in which to portray smooth operator than the one armored by the People of the United States. 

We The People...represents a Constitution unimagined by any pampered preppie generations removed from the American Revolution.  None of us choose that route knowingly.  We carry it, nonetheless, in our Independent Hearts.  A Child reared by a rebellious mother whose very conception was a middle finger to her father, is not fairly introduced to Americana.  Frank Marshall Davis: interchangeable with Angela of the same sir, infected the ten year old fatherless male with concepts much too philosophical for one whose formative years were lived behind the gated facade of a State Department compound. The women his mother tutored in survival practices were regarded with contempt by Soetero, who placed all his "trust" in and bet his house on the police and underworld thugs. Stanley Ann Dunham's greatest contribution to her Kenyan lovers was the know-how to beat oppression.   Yet throughout his writings, her son takes his resolve from machismo and do-nothing guy talk that tea partying divas would dismiss with equal disinterest.

Get with it, O.  For all your gym attendance and pretty-boy fitness for hoops and shirtless surf, you cannot, legitimately, flex muscle.  You parade around with Press-idolized bare knucklers, but you never studied the most important lesson of your mother's pre-dawn discipline:  Internalization.  Let We the People demonstrate "flex."  It is borne of "Hands Across America," of mutual connections.  Your obscure racist collusion is as readily rejected by black Americans who have earned their community membership in the wider world of the Spirit of Revolution.  A steadfast venture into legitimate exchanges with Republicans would not only teach you the "American Way," but would strengthen and substantiate you for leadership.

As for those Tea Parties Hillary held as First Lady, we wonder what you know about Women, and how Jarrett could let you be comfortable emitting such a stupid crack, dismissing 52% plus of the Electorate.  We "dumped" you like Wikileaks: your exposed butt all over the map from Boston to Phoenix and everywhere in between.  Brewing, like stewing, takes time.  Steak, like you think of yourself, is flash.  When you're alone in your comfort zone, like Jack Sparrow, seeing your own face behind every answer to your "Why Me?" woes, I guarantee it'll be women who will redeem you.  They'll begin by inviting you to "TEA."  It won't be celebrated by Devlin and her ilk, I guess.  But even Hillary got her come-uppance for rejecting the cookie-baking world of How to Channel Exasperation With Your kids' fathers' "Dreams" without substance.