If The Shoe Fits, Throw It At Richard Cohen

By Zamboni

We cats loathe the Washington Post columnist Richard Cohen, but until now have never wasted any blog space on him. Why? Well, because the Post has fallen so far in our estimation that it seems redundant to criticize its super-lame editorial page now. Also, other bloggers do such a good job of slamming him that we couldn't possibly have anything better to add.

But now he's taken the cake, and we really must say something.

Why, you ask? Is it because Cohen made the disgusting statement that "people with conventional views must repress a gag reflex when considering the mayor-elect of New York — a white man married to a black woman and with two biracial children"? Indeed not — although it was frightfully behind the times. And of course there's absolutely no reason to tip one's hat in the direction of "conventional views" if those views are decidedly bigoted.

No, we cats have a problem with Cohen's subsequent declaration that "Today's GOP is not racist."

Puh-leeze. Ask any person of color — or any clear-thinking white person, for that matter — and you will get a different take.

To Richard Cohen — and to all other clueless, overpaid, undeserving blowhards in the media punditworld — we cats simply quote Congressman Alan Grayson's devastating recent indictment of the Republican Party's base:

"Tea Party members have circulated countless altered pictures depicting President Obama and the First Lady as monkeys. Tea Party members also called my fellow Member of Congress, civil rights hero John Lewis, a ‘n***ger,’ and Representative Barney Frank a ‘faggot.’ One could go on and on, because there is overwhelming evidence that the Tea Party is the home of bigotry and discrimination in America today, just as the KKK was for an earlier generation. If the shoe fits, wear it."

JFK 50, Part 4

"War will exist until that distant day when the conscientious objector enjoys the same reputation and prestige that the warrior does today."

—Letter to a Navy friend, quoted in A Thousand Days

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.