Who's Your Biggest Puss?

Would it be Alito's wife, bawling like a baby on national TV because those nasty, dirty Democrats were questioning her HUSBAND - not her - on his involvement with a pseudo-Nazi group? Well, let's see. He said he didn't remember belonging to the "Concerned Alumni of Princeton" clan in 1985. Let me tell you something, in 1985, I was on my way to being one of the - if not T-H-E - biggest fucking stonehead in the southeast and I remember everything stupid I did. Now, that's not to say I didn't have a half-assed excuse if I couldn't remember, but somethin' tells me Alito wasn't snorting pure blow, dropping double-dipped gold Aztec, and smoking copious amounts of weed, either. But getting back to Mrs. Himler, why the fuck would she be crying? Get a backbone, Bee-atch. If you're darling hubby is appointed, the knives will really start flying (figuratively and literally) and, the last time I checked, Justices are appointed for life.

And then we have our second case of Puss-o-mania... Ralph Reed??? It's too bad that his precious god gave him the looks of a pedofiliac victim so it is no surprise to see him breakdown and cry like a sniveling little girl. Great set of balls you got there, Ralphy. Again, for you to whine like a piglet when the questioning had nothing to do with you, really shows how much of a man you really are not.

And Kennedy vs. Spector? Damn close one, but I think the TED got one up on Arlen (and if I were a man, I'd have to smack my parents in the mouth for naming me "Arlen").

Come on folks, grow something, backbone or balls. Just stop crying on CSPAN. It's bad enough to have to watch clips from this circus.