By now most of you know I’m probably not voting for Romney. In fact, as the days go by, I am more and more amazed that this man is the best the GOP can come up with. Then I remember the Republican debates and the alternative candidates like Michele Bachmann, Herman Cain and the like and I stifle a giggle.
The president isn’t the most popular man on the block and even some Democrats feel disappointed in Mr. Obama. Having said that, I realize again how this election could have been a cakewalk for the other party: instead we have a squeaker of a race developing where a landslide might have been possible.
It’s as if Romney wants to self-destruct, and his party wants to help him do just that! For women voters, it is even more amazing that the right wing keeps finding more and more ways to offend those of us who make up more than half of the nation’s voting population.
Grandma’s worried about Republicans who want to privatize her social security and cut back her Medicare benefits. Mom and Dad are working hard in this struggling economy Romney says he wants to fix, but they don’t understand why they have to struggle so the rich can get more tax breaks while blue collar pensions are decimated.
Young women (and their mothers and grandmothers) are having a really hard time cozying up to a man who wants them to go without student loans for college, give up contraception, forfeit freedom of choice if they do end up with an unintended pregnancy, and face the prospect of proving they were survivors of “REAL rape” (as opposed to that other make-believe kind Republicans fantasize about, I suppose.)
I don’t care about Romney being a Mormon, but—let’s face it—a religion where a guy can have an endless number of wives in heaven isn’t really very different from another faith which promises its heroes scores of virgins at the pearly gates. In either creed, women are nowhere near equal: in fact they are only slightly better than chattel.
The country that Romney and company promise is not the place I and millions of other women have worked so hard to create for our daughters and granddaughters. We didn’t perish in the Triangle fire to have equal opportunities, collective bargaining and safety in the workplace set aflame again. We didn’t fight in two World Wars to have the military mistreat us, sexually and otherwise, while politicians winked. And we didn’t hemorrhage to death in back alleys so Republicans could tell us that effective, affordable birth control and safe surgical abortions weren’t going to be available if/when we need them.
I’m not even going to mention the aspirin between the knees remark, and the other GOP jackass who went to Israel on a political junket last month so he could skinny-dip in Christ’s Sea of Galilee. But really, are we supposed to take this gang seriously about running the country?
I think women care less about Romney’s secret tax returns than they do about the world view of a man who has nothing in common with the average Joe—and even less in common with the woman who gets the average Joe going every day! Come November, we’ll have to see if hell really hath no fury like the women scorned so brashly by Romney and his party.
Ladies, get to the polls and make some noise!