The Party of whiny bitches. As comedian Bill Maher said recently, “…We are a silly people.” He meant, of course, the liberal wing of the progressive socialists he helps to lead. If you’ve ever experienced one of his monologues, you know what he means. A whiny bitchfest of hyperbolic ridicule has kept him in a good supply of powerful psychoactive drugs for years.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that – it’s a free country, and he’s a whiny, wealthy bitch king. But he does point the finger vertically not to single out any of his terminally silly friends in Hollywood toward the prevalent sentiment corroding the Democrat Party.
Case in point, the current Vice President. Selected solely for the color and configuration of her genitals and without detectable level support of her own Party, her home state, or the congress, her qualifications to potentially ascending to the most powerful position in the world are her bitch cred and, well, that’s it. The woman can bitch like a short-order cook with a crotch rash.
She attempted to bitch her way into the black community, posing as an oppressed victim of the white patriarchy or some such silliness. It’s not essential that no person of any color ever believed her, especially after she imprisoned thousands of young, black men for political advantage as California’s Attorney General. What is important is that she bitched like a professional. Just like the Party of whiny bitches.
Speaking of which, need we go into the supremely bitchy Sandy Cortez (AOC) of leafy Westchester, New York. She poses as a Jenny-Down-the- Block, climate Cassandra and oppressed (of course) freedom fighter. AOC falsely claimed she was nearly murdered by white (Trump) supremacists who were over a mile away from her at the time of the attack. Or her squad, that gaggle of vexatious vixens poised to bitch at the white man’s weather? This makes them the Party of whiny bitches.
Even bitch queen comedienne, Sarah Silverman, has seen the writing on the wall and reached terminal silliness. Like Maher, she recently distanced herself from the Party of whiny bitches, saying something to the effect of, “…I don’t want to be a part of a party that just bitches about everything and doesn’t listen.” Thank you, sister Sarah. Now would you please help us rescue comedy and our other vitally important conversations from this humorless, half-witted Party of whiny bitches?
