March has come in like a lion, at least for the hapless residents of the eastern states. Hot air from the south colliding with a cold wind from the north created an army of tornadoes, marching across the landscape like William Tecumseh Sherman and leaving death and destruction in its wake.
On the political storm front, noted windbag Rush Limbaugh has created a tempest of his own with his recent comments. By catagorizing a young law student as a slut for having the gall to testify in favor of free contraception, he has managed to piss off legions of mothers and fathers across the nation. Suddenly, the debate shifted away from the rights of Catholics to deny birth control on religious grounds as parents adopted Ms. Fluke as their poster girl for an intolerant and oppressive ideology.
Right on cue, indignant liberals called for Blubberlips to be banned from the airwaves, but the smarter political operatives in the Democratic cabal understood that he was, in effect, doing their job for them. You can’t buy that kind of press coverage.
Not to be outdone, Rick Santorum is roaming around the country making bizarre statements and pining for a good ol’ fashion theocracy to replace the marxist sodomites in DC. Ricky squandered his lead in Michigan by alienating female voters, allowing not-so-favorite son Mitt Romney to win by a narrow margin. Voters were no doubt impressed by the Mittster’s observation that Michigan trees are just the right height, whatever that means.
Meanwhile, Team Obama is frantically trying to keep Bibbi the Yahoo from starting World War III, at least until after November. The Iranians have developed a knack for derailing Democratic Presidents, and the Big O knows that an oil crisis could change the electoral dynamic in a heartbeat. Also, he is working to deflect criticism of the decision to build a sports complex for the soccer imams in Guantanamo instead of giving the money to Kevin Johnson and the Maloofs. He knows that he won’t win the NASCAR vote, but he’ll need the NBA come election day.