Dumbfuckery du Jour

While I'm of the general opinion that a Conservadem's a better choice than a batshit fucking insane Teabagger, there are Conservadems who fall too far to the right for that inclination to obtain.  If I lived in Nebraska, for instance, I'd be hard pressed to vote for Ben "Fuck the Poor" Nelson even if my vote meant the difference between having a nominal Dem and a Michele Bachmann wannabe in the Senate.  This is one of the many reasons why:

By definition, when the Senate majority is looking for 60 votes, but comes up with 59, every opponent was necessarily "the deciding vote." That was certainly true last night, when the Senate tried to extend unemployment benefits, and needed 60 votes to overcome a Republican filibuster. They came up one short, and 1.3 million jobless Americans will lose their benefits as a consequence.

When was the last time Congress allowed benefits to expire with unemployment rates this high? It's simply never happened.

And while each of the 38 senators who refused to allow the chamber to vote on the bill bears some of the responsibility for this, there's a special burden on Sen. Ben Nelson (D-Neb.) -- he was the only Democrat to betray the party (and the unemployed) on this vote, and he's supposed to know better. Indeed, with two Republicans voting with the Democratic majority, Nelson's vote put him to the right of some GOP senators.

When Nelson's up for re-election, I'm going to be sorely tempted to move to Nebraska and vote against his arse.  I surely hope all of the unemployed Nebraskans who lost their benefits due to his dumbfuckery do - and send him long, detailed letters as to why.  Let him be in no doubt as to why he lost to a frothing-insane dumbshit.

He is one of the major reasons I wish the Republican party would stage a comeback tour.  It would be nice if Republicans like Nelson could actually fly under the proper flag, rather than infesting the Democratic party and flying false colors.  Alas, as matters stand, Nelson's chance of re-election were he to properly identify himself would be roughly the same as the chance of a snowflake touching down unmelted on the Sun's surface, and so the asscrunch shall continue to cling like a barnacle to that D after his name, at least until Democratic voters in Nebraska scrape him off.

I sincerely hope they do.  2012 can't come soon enough.