The car was Amorphous Funk’s. She offered someone a ride. That someone turned out to be a Bark eater. Her bark of choice? Hillary Clinton. Here’s a snippet but be sure to read the whole account:

“You’re a woman!” she told me. “Don’t you want a woman president? How can you be a woman and a feminist and vote for Obama? You know, the blacks support Obama, so why don’t the women support Hillary? Why do you think that is?” I was aghast. But I kept my cool and explained the myriad logical fallacies in the above comments without ever using the word “you,” as in “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” keeping the focus on the points instead of the person (her).

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