Moronica's Citizen of the Year

I give you Gale in Santa Maria, in all his mindless, rambling ridiculousness:

George, you've done enough damage to me, and to our children, and you are going to have to leave!

I'm filing for a divorce today. And there will be no child visitations! You sent our children to war without enough training, without enough supplies, without body armor or armor to protect their vehicles. We've done enough bake sales to buy our children body armor.

Every time I hear you say the words, “Support our troops,” I am thinking, then why don't you?

We do support our children. We support them coming home. And when they do come home, we want to see them, whether they are in a body bag or a coffin or a wheel chair. We deserve to see the results of your immoral war. You can't hide that from us any longer. And the ones who are alive but injured need every bit of medical and psychological help they deserve. They already paid the bill when they enlisted to defend us.

So, George, it's time for you and Dick to step down, to get out of our sight. This isn't a vote of “no confidence,” it is a kick out the door. In a just world, you and your sidekick would be impeached for high crimes and misdemeanors.

But we don't have time for that. We have a lot to repair in this country and in the world. Be a man and leave!

I'm filing for divorce...