Erica Jong on the Verge of an Obamunist Breakdown
It’s nice to know that those of us who still believe in this country aren’t the only ones terrified of how the election will turn out. Remember the feminist soft-core porn novelist Erica Jong? She and her moonbatty friends seem be having nervous breakdowns:
My friends Ken Follett and Susan Cheever are extremely worried. Naomi Wolf calls me every day. Yesterday, Jane Fonda sent me an email to tell me that she cried all night and can’t cure her ailing back for all the stress that has reduces her to a bundle of nerves.
My back is also suffering from spasms, so much so that I had to see an acupuncturist and get prescriptions for Valium.
Erica and the gang are upset because the last two elections were stolen by the “Republican Mafia” — and evidently our voting machines are still rigged.
If Obama loses it will spark the second American Civil War. Blood will run in the streets, believe me. And it’s not a coincidence that President Bush recalled soldiers from Iraq for Dick Cheney to lead against American citizens in the streets.
Bush has transformed America into a police state, from torture to the imprisonment of reporters, to the Patriot Act.
I’d heard rumors that Keith Olbermann might finally be carted off to Bellevue by the men in white coats, but not that reporters were being imprisoned — except of course in the sort of socialist hellholes America will emulate if Obama is able to inflict Change.
Ambitious in her moonbattery, Jong claims she has “taken the place of Susan Sontag” — the utterly unhinged liberal elitist who proclaimed that “the white race is the cancer of human history.” No doubt Sontag would be a big Obama supporter too. Here‘s how she reacted to 9/11:
Where is the acknowledgment that this was not a “cowardly” attack on “civilization” or “liberty” or “humanity” or “the free world” but an attack on the world’s self-proclaimed superpower, undertaken as a consequence of specific American alliances and actions?
Jong’s reaction was nearly as progressive:
I have always had fantasies of New York felled by nuclear bombs, flooded by rising sea level, toppled by meteors if not by terrorists. I always knew our grandeur might well be fleeting. […] I have always been able to imagine a crater where New York City used to be. Now everyone else can imagine it too.
There’s no need to imagine a crater where our culture used to be, thanks to our intelligentsia being dominated by depraved dopes like Erica Jong and her bevy of boobs.