Having signed a pledge to open every day by learning from my betters, this morning I turned to a sagacious, philosophical epistle in the Daily Breeze from an obviously erudite Democrat dilettante who signed herself as “Jill Gilligan, Torrance.”
In harmony with her fellow Dem-Dems, the Fem Dem uncorked a dandy.
Background: A month ago, Democrats ran out of illegal aliens to bus to the polls in a special election to replace the retired U.S. Rep. Jane Harman (D-Coastline).
It was a crowded field — in these days of President (Where Am I?) Obama abusing the economy, lots of Dems are unemployed. The South Bay is about as Democratic as Chicago, and so since no one figured to win 50 percent plus one to avoid a runoff, two familiar names were expected to lead the field and go into a July 12 runoff.
It was a pairing only low-expectation Democrats could embrace.
Balmy Los Angeles City Councilperson Janice Hahn, regarded as slightly slow, and dull Debra Bowen, whom we are lucky enough to have for our Secretary of State, were regarded as locks for first and second places.
Except Craig Huey, a Republican businessman, ran a smart campaign and kicked Ms. Bowen, with lesser name recognition than Ms. Hahn, out the back door with the rest of the barking dogs.
How Could This Happen?
As you can imagine, for comfortable, confident Dems, this was like awakening at 3 o’clock in the morning and finding a stranger on the adjoining pillow.
Dem-Dems and Fem-Dems donned their Roller Derby gear, and away the girls whizzed, out among the normal people, spewing nasty messages unfit for male ears.
In the midst of the left’s scorched earth tizzy, a conservative dodo made and marketed a horribly demeaning video about Ms. Hahn.
To understand the vitriol the quivering girls were polluting the pristine South Bay beaches with , imagine that Weiner had been a Republican. On the first day of revelation, he would have been dangling in four separate pieces from the yardarm nearest Democrat Party headquarters.
The Fem-Dem whose letter appeared in the Daily Breeze this morning must have warmed up for her chore by drop kicking pictures of Sarah Palin back and forth in her closet.
My goodness, Murgatroyd, she was sizzling hotter than the baked potato I enjoyed for dinner last evening.
Had they still loved at home, I would have hidden this letter from my sons. Holy smoke her stack erupted.
With her trusty Dem Party rulebook with big print at her left hand, Ms. Gilligan opened by branding the detestable Mr. Huey a “radical right-wing extremist,” possibly the first time such phrasing has been employed.
She saved her peachiest punch for the bottom, a territory with which Dem-Dems and Fem-Dems are believed to be intimately familiar.
In an unmistakable gesture of peace and enviable serenity in her soul, Ms. Gilligan reared back and launched this atomic love tap:
“A Huey website attacks judges who seek to impose humanism, multiculturalism, relativism and internationalism on us.’
“Someone like Huey should never represent the people of Torrance. We are tolerance and diverse.”
With that, the anti-war Fem-Dem stood up, congratulated herself, and dashed out the door to march in a world peace rally — while I looked up the definitions of “tolerant” and “diverse” in my Republican dictionary. My ears are going to rehab after dinner.
