Even I strongly dislike Tipper Gore (to say the least!), I have to say that I feel sorry for her.
When I read the USA Today article published on June 2, regarding the Gores and their separation after 40 years of marriage, it almost brought a tear to my eye.
They were high school sweethearts, for Christ's sake! God damn! What could have brought such a chasm between the two?
I guess they seem like an odd couple, but no one really knows for sure. Who the hell is anyone to jump up and down over this event? Unlike Rush Limbaugh, Al and Tipper could keep their marriage together for forty years. How many marriages has that bastard had in the same period of time?
He's on marriage #4!
It seems to me that those on the right who can't stay married are nothing more than hypocritical bastards because, for whatever their faults, Al and Tipper have been able to keep their marriage together-at least up until now.
The following are a few horrid comments which I found from around the Net.
Yeah, right. That swine can't even keep her daughter's legs closed and now has a bastard grandchild.
What took him so long?
June 1, 2010 12:40 PM conservative screed by sailorman about how she left him due to his "lies" regarding climate change in 3...2...1
What the hell, people? Think of their children and grand children, you self-righteous bastards! How do they feel?! That's right! I forget that you on the are not concerned with the idea of "feelings".
I mean, if Bob and Liddy Dole divorced, I'd be just as sad for them-even though I think Liz is insane and Bob is just needs Aricept-after all, he thought that Hideo Nomo played for the Brooklyn Dodgers when Nomo pitched his no-hitter back in '96.
This all goes to show that conservatives have no compassion and cannot love their opponents, as their dead Christ would have them do-and that makes them hypocritical bastards in my book-and probably in Christ's book, as well.
Anyone who would be gitty over this tragic event is a truly sick individual, should walk out of their church and enter a psychiatrist's office so he can prescribe a pill which will give them a heart, because I can put my disdain for Tipper aside, can't you-for just one moment in your pathetic little life?
My heart-felt regards also go out to Al, who must also be going through hell at this moment in time because I can relate to looking at that girl in my history class-and marrying her.
"Have a drink on me," Al.