Apotheosis of a Mad Female Dog

Cintra Wilson: rabid; female; canine; and pissed!
{link » Pissed about Palin, by Cintra Wilson}

“Sarah Palin and her virtual burqa have me and my friends retching into our handbags. She's such a power-mad, backwater beauty-pageant casualty, it's easy to write her off and make fun of her. But in reality I feel as horrified as a ghetto Jew watching the rise of National Socialism.

She is dangerous. She is not just pro-life, she's anti-life. She is the suppression of human feeling and instinct. She is a slave to the compromises dictated by her own desire for power and control. Sarah Palin is untethered from her own needs and those of her family, which is in crisis, with a pregnant daughter, a son on the way to Iraq and a special-needs infant.”

[Read the rest of this mad-female-dog diatribe here, if you have the stomach for it.]

It's been noted that, with rare exception, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Cintra Wilson's fury is that rare exception. Her visceral condemnation of Sarah Palin might lead one to question whether National Socialism could be as horrifying to "a ghetto Jew" as such rabid support for Democratic Party hopelessness is to an average American.