This morning, while perusing the lefty blogs for liberal tears to lubricate the ol' blog churn, I decided to go over and check one of the more notorious blogs on the left. (I refuse to link to this blog and their residence in the ever increasing shallow end of the gene pool). I literally have to take a shower after visiting the site, so you're gonna have to hunt for it yourself. (Hint: It starts with a W.) They can be funny in a self deprecating way at times.
The readers of DMF know I have never been a fan of Michele Bachmann. Nothing personal with Mrs. Bachmann. I just never liked her political persona. And I have to say, @%$#* blog did do some Bachmann parodies I wish I had written.
So, the down home folksiness of military veteran Joni Ernst is now the new target of their ridicule as they continue their ongoing futile search for their own 'Joe Biden of the Right'.
I'll let them say it:
"Today, in the gloom of the morning after, we must come together to give thanks to our assorted heathen gods for Joni Ernst, Jester-Elect of the United States Senate. Joni Ernst is an anchor for us to cling to in the midst of a turbulent midterm election that saw our electoral expectations decimated all across the country.
When the platonic ideal of this concept, Michele Bachmann, told us she was leaving us, we tried not to take it personally. Sure, she had to do it to get out from under the House Ethics Committee, but it felt like there was almost no point in going on, especially when we’d based our master’s thesis on the cumulative snark-related economic activity her career had generated.
That is why we are so happy to welcome Jester-Elect Ernst to the @%$#* family. Though we walk through the valley of the shadow of Bachmannlessness, we will fear no lack of material; the sound of Joni Ernst castrating hogs while she laughs about her hours slaving on the biscuit line will comfort us. We are certain that, despite all appearances, her Cruella de Vil laughter during her victory speech was not prompted by fond memories of secretly killing and feeding the fryer guy to her Hardee’s customers all those years ago."Stay tuned, I think they are barking up dead wood. I know Senator Ernst will prove much smarter then they believe, and despite these barking moonbat's coming gallant stretching of her words and actions, their perceived clown car will be driver-less and parked on the side of the road with a wheel in the ditch.