7-11 has this thing going where you can vote for your candidate by either picking a coffee cup for Satan’s Mini-Me (Obama) or for Sarah Palin’s running mate.

I went in this morning and noticed a shriveled up looking hag picking a cup for Obama.  I picked up a McCain cup and cheerfully poured my coffee.  When she glanced my way I held the cup up, smiled and gave her a wink.

The icy cold glare I got in return made me think we probably weren’t going to be Bingo buddies anytime soon. 

I went to the cash register and noticed a guy in front of me dressed in denim and looking like he just came from a construction site also holding a McCain cup.  He saw me, looked at my cup and nodded.  I nodded back and gave a thumbs up sign.  Great to see members of the resistance still lurking about in this dark blue communist state. 

Seriously, how can people dig up the level of vile spittle-spewing hatred that they have for Sarah Palin?  It’s one thing to disagree with her politics, but hating on her like she’s Satan makes me think you are all completely deranged out of your drug altered minds.  Really, get a life weenies.

Last night I thought she was absolutely magnificent.  I watched the VP debate with the expectation that she wasn’t going to beat Biden on specifics, but on everything else she herself had become the shining city on a hill of dirty politics.  Her invocation of Reagan’s famous “There you go again!” line gave me chills, and every time she winked at the camera… oh man, it was monitor licking time for me. 

I know, I need help. 

But really, she performed about as well as anyone who’s only had 5 weeks to get up to speed could possibly perform against a 35-year debating veteran.  I know some weenies are whining that she didn’t answer many of the questions, but it was obvious the questions were skewed towards Biden’s strengths, and Ifill (the moderator) kept giving him the last word on everything as well.  Not a single question on energy or anything that Lady Sarah clearly would have been very informed about, forcing Palin to inject her expertise on issues like energy policy into questions that were otherwise unrelated.  This was the only time she could speak directly to the people unedited, and she took advantage of this venue as much as she could.  With a twinkle in her eye and a smile that could melt all but the most darkened hearts of liberal scumsuckers, she exuded charisma and warmth such as we have not seen since, well, Ronald Reagan.

Which is not to say Biden didn’t perform well.  I thought he did very well in fact, but the problem was he was lying his ASS off.   Oh my God, seriously.  Almost everything he said was either a misstatement or a flat out whopper of a fibby wibby lie.  There was no way Palin could ever address it all, especially since it’d be impossible for her to know absolutely everything McCain had been doing in the Senate for the past 3 decades, thus being able to call Biden on the carpet whenever he misrepresented McCain’s record.

That more than anything though would explain her poor performance in the previous interviews she had with Couric and Gibson.  She wouldn’t have to work so hard to remember talking points if McCain wasn’t such a damned RINO to begin with.  And that was the problem, she couldn’t really speak for herself, she had to speak for McMaverick, and half the time figuring out where he stood on things was like trying to nail jello to the wall.  It’s the first time she’s ever had to do something like that, and it showed.  But she’s learning though, and she is learning at an incredibly fast rate.  Her star is still rising, but she already is, in many ways, a superstar. 

I think what I liked most about this debate is how her family easily mingled with Biden’s afterwards.  I’ve never seen that before, and it was heartwarming to see two otherwise opposing candidates warm up to each other like that.  There was genuine affability there, and it makes me wonder, “Why can’t Congress be more like this?”

Ultimately, I think Lady Sarah succeeded in finally pushing the issues about her being fit for national office off the table.  Now, the race is all about McCain versus Obama.  It’s the final stretch, and the fate of our country and whether it can avoid the horrors of an Obama Presidency now lies in the hands of a cantankerous old fartsie wart.

God help us all. 

Remember that scene from Ghostbusters?

Dr. Peter Venkman: This city is headed for a disaster of biblical proportions.
Mayor: What do you mean, “biblical”?
Dr Ray Stantz: What he means is Old Testament, Mr. Mayor, real wrath of God type stuff.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Exactly.
Dr Ray Stantz: Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling!
Dr. Egon Spengler: Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes, volcanoes…
Winston Zeddemore: The dead rising from the grave!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together… mass hysteria!

Maybe it’s bravado, but strangely enough just like Venkman, I seem to be relatively ok with the fact that we’re all going to die.  No, really.  Because if this crisis is truly meant to be the beginning of we’re-all-royally-screwed-end-times judgment on America for its many sins, then I can’t think of a better way to ensure our complete and total destruction than to elect a Christ denying (yet Christ imitating) dillweed who thinks he can neutralize the threat of a nuke building Iran and a nuke ready Russia with his charm.  Really, what better way to tell God just how ridiculously irredeemable we’ve become than to elect a guy who claims to be a Christian and yet thinks a good Muslim could still make it to the pearly gates as long as he keeps the bombing of civilians to a minimum?  Hey, we’re all good people here, really(!), even if we do think having a baby is tantamount to a punishment, and if we don’t seem to be too bothered at the thought of leaving those that survived failed abortions out to die.  Not that Big-O would ever intentionally do such a thing, he just doesn’t think they merit protection of course, at least not until the kind of offensive language that dares to remotely suggest a fetus is a living thing is completely stripped from such a bill of protection.  Because you know, God forbid we should toss those whacky pro-life freaks a bone that even NARAL wouldn’t have had a problem with.  We do need to be principled here, after all.

No, I just don’t see why God would want to rain fire and brimstone on us darling cherubs of light… except for possibly giving our rich folks far too many tax breaks.

When I think about it, it’s not even Obama that I can’t stand so much.  I don’t even hate on the heathens for supporting him either, since such a godless sort devoid of any sense of morality will obviously go for the Barry-O show.  I can respect that.

No, it’s the self professing Christians who hang on every word he speaks, and who teach their children to sing musical praises of Hopey-O-Change that make me want to stomp their faces in with something rusty and spiky.

It’s no secret that I intensely dislike what passes for American Christianity today, whether we’re dealing with dimwits sipping Starbucks while they fawn over girlie boy Rick Warren’s latest perfume scented books, or Calvinist snotheads who think knowing two words in Greek makes them the most brilliant scholars in recorded history, or charismatics who scream and flail their arms in revival meetings because they think they’re “on fire” and they’re about ready to projectile vomit out a stomach’s worth of 24 karat gold.

Yet nothing makes me want to go out and start bouncing people’s heads off the cement more than those ever devout Christians drooling puppy love over that Obamanation of nature otherwise known as Barack Hussein Obama.  I am absolutely convinced that this very same flock of fluffy sheep will also someday jump at the chance to stand in line for an opportunity to lick the hairy hindquarters of the Antichrist, thinking it will taste just like rainbows.

These to me represent the most darkened, clueless minds in all of creation, and because of their depraved stupidity I may end up witnessing the one thing I never wanted to see in my lifetime: the death of my country.  Thank you so, SO much for that, my brothers and sisters in the Lord.

I don’t get it.  I really don’t.  You hate Bush?  Fine.  You think he’s a war mongering, oil happy, half brained cowboy who caters to the rich?  Fine.  I can understand that.  I even dig the pacifism thing.

Explain the abortion thing to me then.  Explain to me how the violence involved in ripping fetuses to shreds doesn’t somehow repulse your pacifist side the way “Bush’s war” does.  Because when I see people looking to extend human rights to red assed baboons or wail whenever a dolphin is caught in a net, but scream at the top of their lungs for the right to twirl up a fetus into itty bitty bits that would have otherwise become a full fledged human being, then I see only the kind of deranged, twisted up minds that no medicine on earth could ever possibly cure.

And yet somehow, you’re all ok with it.  You can relate to a guy who can’t even get the basic tenets of Christianity right, (though I admit, it would have been more palatable to me if you merely agreed with him on some points and decided only to vote for him while holding your nose at the polls.)  But no, your attitude is one of complete adoration for a morally compromised Chicago politician as if he had come from the very throne of heaven itself.  It exhibits the same kind of mentality that the Antichrist will no doubt someday feed on: unabashed adoration and unquestionable loyalty, despite the transparent seedy and evil character of your so called hero.

It almost makes me want to see the Obamanation become President, if for no other reason than to see the collective look of your ashen faces when you realize with horror that “the one” turned out to be the second coming of JC after all: JC as in Jimmy Carter that is.  Mr. Malaise has finally come back to finish the job.

You know what really frosts my Chips Ahoy cookies about all this though?  It’s the fact that I’ll have to endure the travesty that will soon come upon us, alone.  There will be no honey bunny snuggles to share my misery with while we watch our beloved country commit suicide.  No cuddly bunchikins to hold and share a sweet, tender moment with while our cities riot and burn.  Every dark day that lies ahead of me I will have to face completely and utterly alone, all because not a single one of you hateful, despicable, vile women could manage to find it in your hearts to wubs me.

Fine then.  Don’t come crying to me when the world ends and you desperately need a manly shoulder to cry on.   I won’t be there.

Well maybe I will.  I am desperate and all so who knows, perhaps I can learn to forgive and forget. 

Ok, I made that last part up, but I really hope it’s true. 

Michelle Malkin gets the story behind the hack, and it is absolutely fascinating (and frightening at the same) time, to say the least.

The offending alleged hacker was a guy called rubico, and he wrote to an anonymous board that was ground zero for this madness, explaining his actions and how he did it:

In the past couple days news had come to light about palin using a yahoo mail account, it was in news stories and such, a thread was started full of newf&*s trying to do something that would not get this off the ground, for the next 2 hours the acct was locked from password recovery presumably from all this bullsh%^ spamming.

after the password recovery was reenabled, it took seriously 45 mins on wikipedia and google to find the info, Birthday? 15 seconds on wikipedia, zip code? well she had always been from wasilla, and it only has 2 zip codes (thanks online postal service!)

the second was somewhat harder, the question was “where did you meet your spouse?” did some research, and apparently she had eloped with mister palin after college, if youll look on some of the screensh*&ts that I took and other fellow anon have so graciously put on photobucket you will see the google search for “palin eloped” or some such in one of the tabs.

I found out later though more research that they met at high school, so I did variations of that, high, high school, eventually hit on “Wasilla high” I promptly changed the password to popcorn and took a cold shower…

Seriously, that’s all it took.  Request Yahoo to send you password recovery, answer the personal questions right, and presto you can change the password and get access.  If the “hacker” has enough personal information about you, he can successfully answer the questions and bypass Yahoo’s fluffy security measures and do God only knows what to your account.  So really, the guy wasn’t even a hacker, just a clever, (albeit at the same time monumentally stupid) prankster who is now probably getting his face  phonebook-bashed in by the Secret Service even as we speak.

But the beautiful thing is, after all that, he found… nothing.

I read though the emails… ALL OF THEM… before I posted, and what I concluded was anticlimactic, there was nothing there, nothing incriminating, nothing that would derail her campaign as I had hoped, all I saw was personal stuff, some clerical stuff from when she was governor…. And pictures of her family

I then started a topic on /b/, peeps asked for pics or gtfo and I obliged, then it started to get big

Yeah, no kidding.  Dumbass.

Of course, this doesn’t stop the Palin Bigots from having a field day and questioning her intelligence because she uses Yahoo Mail for personal use and getting off on having her daughter’s cell and voicemail and whatnot.  Well dudes, I use Yahoo too, (in fact two Yahoo accounts), so um, F^&* you?

And really, I can’t imagine the courage it must have taken to go after somebody’s children and family like that.  Really now, you anonymous liberals are just a beacon of unparalleled bravery and valor.  Don’t agree with a woman’s politics?  Let’s attack the kids!  That’ll show them stupid hick Christians who didn’t have the sense to have abortions when they should have gotten them!

God I hate moonbat DailyKos sucking liberals.

Update: The “Hacker?”

God he even LOOKS like a dumbass. 

My name is Lincoln Adams, and I approve this message.

As much as I’m frothing at the mouth over the left’s putrid treatment and vicious smearing of Sarah Palin and her family, it’s always the Christians that manages to put me in a fire-breathing, throw-down mode. 

I found one one dissenter’s opinion of McCain’s choice for a running mate yesterday and read the following:

I came to this conclusion before I found out Palin has a five-month-old infant (I believe mothers [and fathers, OK?] should raise their children) and a knocked up teenage age daughter (who ought to give up the baby for adoption to an older, married, two-parent family) or that she’s under investigation for ethics violations.

You’re going to tell me that despite the daughter having the support of her entire well-to-do family, (and the fact that she is marrying the father), none of it is enough to justify keeping the baby?

La Shawn Barber (LSB) further links to a Dr. Laura piece to bolster her argument about why Palin was a bad choice too.  Yes, seriously.

With my jaw on the keyboard, I tapped out a comment on her blog and made it known that I thought her opinion here was one of the stupidest I’ve ever seen.  It was of course, promptly deleted, even though I wasn’t actually calling her stupid, just the views she held on the issue.  Well, now that she censored me (which she is perfectly free to do) I’ll just repeat my comments on this here blog of mine:

Um, what?  What???  That was one bar none, of the stupidest things I’ve ever seen you write.  Oh, and you’re a pigheaded skunk of a dweebish idiot too.

I added that last part just now by the way.  Yep, immaturity and spitefulness, that’s what I’m all about.

But besides that, LSB thinks Palin is ultimately unqualified, though admittedly much far more qualified than Obama is, and ultimately she really is qualified after all to be VP, so… um, what’s the problem again?

Ah yes, the problem is, (according to Dr. Laura), mothers can only do one thing at a time.  They can’t run the country and raise their families all at once, and to attempt to do both just makes them really bad Mommys.

Yet curiously enough, fathers seem to have no trouble with this.  How many fathers of wee little ones that were also Presidents did we have who still managed to make executive decisions even while their beloved ones were sick in bed?  I’m guessing quite a few, starting with Kennedy, who was the last Prez to have infants in the White House if I’m not mistaken.

And besides that, from what I’ve seen of the Palin family, it looks like each member of age appeared to take turns taking care of the younger ones.  This is not one father or one mother raising a family here: this is a whole family raising a family.  A truly cohesive unit making a group effort to support each other.

Yes I can see why Palin’s daughter would need to give the kid up for adoption here.  Gotta get that poor child far away from these whacknuts and their sick, sick circle of wubs after all, yesiree bobba ling.

Good grief.  How these Christian bloggers manage to get the audience they do when they up and say stupid controversial smack like this is beyond me.

On second thought, I probably answered my own question there.