Mark Morford on the ...you know

Happy Groping Sexism And A Head Like A Brick
Flags of intellectual acumen and nuanced understanding and general spiritual lightness were at half mast today as Californians banished much-loathed bland-as-oatmeal Gray Davis just 11 months into his second term and instead buried their heads in the sand and decided it's better to trash their state completely than let it be run by whimpering jerks, and elected mediocre action hero and rather embarrassing actor and noted sexist grope-aholic inarticulate completely inexperienced GOP lackey Arnold Schwarzenegger to replace him -- a Hollywood ending to one of the most extraordinary political melodramas in the nation's history, as well as one of the most adorably nauseating circus freakshows of all time, though the pit-of-the-stomach nausea is but a hint of the pain wrought when BushCo bought the election and drove a monosyllabic icepick into the heart of the nation.

Voters traded a career Democratic politician who became one of the state's most despised chief executives for a moderate Republican megastar who had never before run for office and who is pretty much completely unqualified in every possible way to run the most powerful state in the nation and the fifth largest economy in the world and whose happily narcotized wife looks like something a drunken plastic surgeon practiced on with Play-Doh and squirrel parts.
morningfix@sfgate.com

Word pictures anywhere! Thx for the post...

Here's Breslin's take on Shriver:

He couldn't vote, either. The jaywalker and the watch thief were outlined against a polling place from which they were barred. And inside at least some of the voting was done as the result of far greater transgressions.

They were committed by Maria Shriver and, at the end of the campaign, by her mother, Eunice Kennedy Shriver. The two were charged with attempted breaking and stealing the hearts of so many who for so many years have carried candles in their hearts of John Kennedy and Robert Kennedy - in the last years mostly Robert - and here you have two of the family selling out a piece of their souls.

The thought was inescapable. Just a few miles up the boulevard was the place where Robert Kennedy finished his 1968 presidential primary campaign. At last they left two pictures that do not fade: Mexicans piled up at the polls and in some places voting 95 percent for a Kennedy, whom they fiercely admired, and then Kennedy on the hotel kitchen floor with one eye closed from the bullet in his brain.

Now you have Maria Shriver and her mother on the stage for a candidate whose issue is: Stop Mexicans from driving.

http://www.newsday.com/news/columnists/ny-usbres083486185oct08,0,3191791.column?coll=ny-news-columnists

"narcotized wife looks like something a drunken plastic surgeon practiced on with Play-Doh and squirrel parts"

Jesus Christ that's funny, bahahahaha.