notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Cluelessness Runs In the Family

The Washington Post interviewed George Allen's wife Susan today about his scandal-ridden re-election campaign. Turns out she's not a lot brighter than he is. Surprise, surprise, surprise. Where do Republicans find all these Stepford wives? Nancy, Barbara, Laura, and now Susan. Is there some sort of draft that liberals aren't invited to? Predictably, Mrs. Allen insists that there's not a racist bone in her husband's body, prodigious use of the N-word, confederate flag, deer's head in black family's mailbox, and macaca notwithstanding. Asked about the noose - yes, the noose - that Allen displayed in his law office, Mrs. Allen still isn't fazed.
Asked about the hangman's noose that once hung in her husband's law office, she said it was displayed next to lassos and handmade chaps, reflecting her husband's interest in the Old West. The noose had no racial symbolism, Susan Allen said.

"What do you think they did out west to criminals?" she asked. "Since when is that a racist thing?"
Since when is that a race thing? Well, gee, Susan, I don't know. Maybe we should ask this guy. Idiot.

Unfortunately, although she mentioned the Allens' son Forrest in the context of complaining that kids at school have been calling him "macaca" ever since his father went all Grand Dragon on that Indian kid, the Post reporter didn't have the stones to ask whether little Forrest Allen gets his name from another famous Forrest who also had some, shall we say, politically incorrect ideas.

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