This Veterans Day, A Float For The WASPs

By Miss Kubelik

We cats were privileged to have once known a member of the Women's Airforce Service Pilots, those trailblazing "fly girls" who served their country loyally in World War II, but who didn't get official recognition (or military benefits) until 1977.

Now, it's time for the WASPs to get a float in the Rose Bowl Parade.

The Tuskeegee Airmen were honored with a float back in 2009 — and today, all of us who ever loved and admired a WASP are hoping that the 2014 parade will celebrate our favorite female pilots, too.

Wingtip to Wingtip has been working hard to fund the project all year, but to make their goal, they have to raise the last $30,000 right now. So we cats have not only kicked in a few cans of tuna but are making it easy for you to give, too: Click here to give whatever you can afford.

Let's roll up our sleeves and build a float! We cats PURR.

Sometimes, You CAN Get What You Want

By Sniffles

Here's the difference between Governor-elect Terry McAuliffe and a Governor-elect Ken Cuccinelli: Governor-elect McAuliffe  spent yesterday calling Republican state legislators to forge common ground. A Governor-elect Cuccinelli would probably have been in Iowa.

Heck, the Cootch hasn't even called Governor-elect McAuliffe to concede. Kinda like that teabag loser in Alabama. Guess that when the voters go against God's will, ultra-right wingers think they don't have to be gracious.

Which is another little-noticed reason that Cootchy would have made a terrible governor, even with that solid-red crowd down in Richmond. He is righteous, judgmental, pinched and peevish — unwilling and unable to extend a hand instead of a fist to the less-than-true-believers he'd need to govern. And he'd drive the nonideological business community away from the tech corridor and other booming areas of the Virginia economy.

Terry, on the other hand, has that oft-repeated-by-lazy-pundits reputation as a gladhander. You know what? Considering how divided the Old Dominion is, perhaps that's just the kind of ebullient, enthusiastic guy we need. Maybe they'll even call it "The McAuliffe Treatment." We cats wish him well, and we PURR.

JFK 50, Part 3

"I can assure you that we love our country, not for what it was, though it has always been great — not for what it is, though of this we are deeply proud — but for what it someday can, and, through the efforts of us all, someday will be."

Freepers Have A Sad (And An Anti-Christie Mad)

By Baxter

Having mentioned the report that Chris Christie refused to campaign in Virginia for Ken "I Still Haven't Called Terry McAuliffe to Concede" Cuccinelli, we cats simply had to check on our paranoid right-wing friends over at Free Republic to see how they were handling the news.

'Cuz see, despite all the oohing and aahing in the press about Christie 2016, we don't see how Big Boy gets the Republican nomination when the crazy base of his party simply hatehatehates him.

And things haven't changed. Here are some of the choicer Freep comments — and we're not sure how the Newly Anointed Savior of the GOP works around them. We cats PURR.

"Outside of New Jersey, he's nothing!"

"ChristieKream is just a fat narcissist sucking on the RNC teat."

"Who the hell wants that fat slob slobbering all over Virginia anyhow?"

"Fatass will never get my vote."

"I will not vote for Christie. He is dead to me."

"I HATE HIM!"

"Now that he has helped thow a true conservative under the bus he can count on me actively working against him if he runs for national office."

"This pig will never get a vote for me. I don’t care if he ends up running against Hillary or the reincarnation of Hitler himself....I’ll never do it."

"I can think of no situation where I would vote for this a-hole Christie. He is the GOP's Obama, a narcissistic know-it-all who hates conservatives. It would simply be 4-to-8 more years of a president flipping the bird to conservatives/the Tea Party. No, thank you."

"If that worthless tub of guts get the nomination I won’t even go to the polls to vote!"

A Squeaker? We Cats Like Squeakers (If We're Talking About Mice)

By Zamboni

Whew. We cats weren't expecting things in Virginia to be quite so nail-bitey, but what the hell — a win is a win.

The Cuccinelli watch party down in Richmond must have been really jumpin' earlier tonight — even though they knew that only a third of the precincts in Loudon, Fairfax and Prince William Counties had reported in. Now, we imagine, the atmosphere has become more funereal.

Our initial take? That the election gods must have listened to us a lot more closely than we thought. Last year, we cats were dreaming that the Romneybots would be sure they would win, only to have their hopes cruelly dashed — and lo and behold, that's exactly what happened. This year, fate apparently toyed with the Forces of Cootchy as well. They could fantasize about victory, only to have it snatched away.

And the tight race in Virginia will only embolden the teabags to continue their war on establishment Republicans. (We're hearing that Chris Christie refused to come to Virginia to campaign for the Cootch.) Between that and the fabulous news from Illinois today, we cats are finding a lot more reasons to PURR than to HISS.

P.S. Our best experience this afternoon was unexpectedly ferrying a 91-year-old devoted Democrat to the polls. Had we not knocked on her door, she may not have voted. Ain't democracy great?

Driving Us To The Polls

By Miss Kubelik

We cats have a habit of living in bellweather counties in swing states. In fact, at the moment we're right in the vortex of the Virginia gubernatorial election, which is tomorrow.

We were out talking to voters this weekend, and we were lucky enough not to meet a couple of the guys who appear in an otherwise encouraging story about the race in today's Washington Post. Mostly, the voters whom the Post interviewed were clear-thinking folks repulsed by the social views of Ken "Every Fetus Is Sacred" Cuccinelli and by the Republicans' unrelenting xenophobia.

But every now and then a crazy person slipped through. One was a guy who said he was worried about transportation gridlock in the Washington suburbs, so..... he's voting for the Cootch.

Wait — what? Doesn't this voter know that Cootchy opposed the Bob McDonnell bipartisan transportation funding plan?? Oh — never mind. He heard that Cuccinelli was a nice guy from people at church. That's all that matters.

The other is a voter who doesn't have health insurance. But he doesn't want to be told he has to buy it. So he's voting for the Cootch.

You know what? When that uninsured idiot is maimed in a car crash on the Northern Virginia roads that Ken Cuccinelli refuses to fix, and ends up at the Inova Fairfax Trauma Center, we're all going to pay — thousands and thousands and thousands of dollars. And they say "Don't tread on me"? We cats HISS.

The Real Punishment Would Be Having E.W. Jackson As Lieutenant Governor

We cats are wondering what sin Sarah and Todd Palin committed, and why nobody in the press asks E.W. Jackson to explain that.

Happy Bad Birthday, Scott Walker

By Sniffles

We cats were out canvassing in Woodbridge, Virginia, for Terry McAuliffe today. So, busy as we were, it wasn't until we got home that we realized that Ken "Unions Should Only Be Legal If Fetuses Can Belong To Them" Cuccinelli was also in Woodbridge, campaigning with Wisconsin Governor Scott Walker.

Gosh! How did we miss them? They had all of 100 people there!

And that's not all: Prior to greeting that teeming mob, Cootchy and Mr. Cross-Eyes held an event in Spotsylvania, which attracted — GASP! — 150 attendees!! And they sang "Happy Birthday" to Scotty — who, after traveling 1,000 miles to speak to only 250 voters, was probably longing to be beamed up.

We cats think it's only fitting. After all, how do you decide to hold a rally in union territory (Woodbridge) with organized labor's bete noire? And how do you decide to take Walker to a Republican area (Spotsylvania) and not be able to turn out a respectable crowd?

We rarely desire to be anything but cats — but we would have loved to have been a fly on the wall, just to hear Walker rip into the Cootch for being so pathetic.

You heard it here first: Come 2016, somebody will turn to Walker in a GOP primary debate and say, "But you could only draw a few hundred people in Virginia three years ago!" We cats PURR.

(IMAGE: Remember this Romney rally? How Republican history does repeat itself.)

UPDATE: The Washington Post reports that fewer than 100 people turned out to see Cootchy and Bobby Jindal in Bristow last week! Goodness gracious. We hope that as chair of the Republican Governors Association, Bobby is ready to explain all of this.

JFK 50, Part 2

"Let us not despair but act. Let us not seek the Republican answer or the Democratic answer but the right answer. Let us not seek to fix the blame for the past — let us accept our own responsibility for the future." 

—Loyola College Alumni Banquet, 1958

Bad Timing

By Baxter

What a wonderful week for Ken "Fetuses Are More Worthy Than Women" Cuccinelli to welcome Rand Paul to Virginia. Because our bad-ass Commander in Chief, Barack Hussein Obama, has just knocked off another terrorist.

Mind you, we cats are not qualm-free about the Administration's use of drones. We just think it's hilarious how our Democratic President is still taking out the baddies left and right and putting the Bush-Cheney-slash-Republican record on same to shame.

And it's kinda unfortunate that the Kentucky teabag Senator, who never wants the United States to do anything outside its own borders, should have been stumping the Old Dominion for Cootchy around now. Anybody who has ambitions for the Oval Office should be prepared to face the kind of decisions that Obama has made about the Taliban and Al Qaeda. Frankly, we cats are sure that even without his isolationist leanings, Rand Paul is not quite up to the job.

As we've noted before, our surrogates are better than their surrogates. So while Cootchy brings in lamebrains like Paul, Marco Rubio and Scott Walker to pretend that they want him to win on Tuesday, Terry McAuliffe will campaign on Sunday with the President of the United States. Gosh, we're so glad we're Us and not Them. We cats PURR.

(IMAGE: R.P. and the Cootch campaigning in Lynchburg. Wait — what? Lynchburg? What are they doing in Lynchburg?)