Imagine …

I’m used to living in the United States, and I love it that we don’t have double standards here. We instead have triple standards, quadruple standards. We can stand for anything that is convenient at the moment. We can be against invasions while we invade, against torture while piling Iraqi bodies on top of one another for photo-ops … there’s a portion of the public that will buy anything. I just don’t know what percentage of us they are. I fear the answer to that question.

So I jus’ love Levi Johnston words from My Space – you know him – he’s the babydad of Bristol Palin’s love child. This is what he said before the McCain people got hold of him:

I’m a f*****’ redneck who likes to snowboard and ride dirt bikes. But I live to play hockey. I like to go camping and hang out with the boys, do some fishing, shoot some s*** and just f*****’ chillin’, I guess.
“In a relationship. I don’t want kids.”

He wants to use MySpace

“for networking or for dating …Love kids, but not for me.”

In other words, he’s white trash. He’s not the guy we want standing at the front of the church as our precious one walks up the aisle.

It’s amazing that the Republicans can pull this stuff off, turning on a dime, embracing the things they are against while at the same time continuing to be against those things. I admire their ability to manipulate their base that way. No doubt politicians everywhere would love to find a voting bloc as gullible as the right wing Christians.

That’s the double standard. I’m used to that. Here’s the triple standard: Imagine that Barack Obama, a black guy, had a knocked-up daughter, and that the babydaddy was a thug. Just imagine.