It turns out that the Woody Allen dictator itch has claimed another victim: Rosie O’Donnell. One would think that after being used for intellectual target practice by Magnum PI that Rosie would give the moral pedestal pontificating a rest. I guess not. Communist summer lovin’ on Rosie’s radio show went as follows:
EUAN MORTON: This is a ridiculous idea, ’cause we don’t live in a utopian, what’s the word, communist society, but wouldn’t you just love to have the federal government and I know people talk about big government and all the rest of it, it’s just nonsense, I’d love to have the federal government take over the oil companies, use the money to give our children free education, and then in the future we can educate our children to start doing things like solar power, wind power…
O’DONNELL: …James Carville said the best thing. He said Obama needs to come down here and tell BP, ‘I’m your daddy, I am takin’ it over’, but they haven’t been able to do it […]
Why are the same people who were terrified that Bush was ordering government agents to see how many times you checked out Dr. Seuss books for your kid at the public library suddenly wetting themselves like excited puppies at the thought of an Obama-Stalin reincarnation? And why are the same people who got upset during the presidential campaign at the insinuation Obama would consolidate more power in Washington now drooling like Pavlovian dogs when someone talks of “Hugo Chavez on ideological HGH” tactics here at home?
If Rosie wasn’t such a True Believer she’d know that simply throwing money at a problem doesn’t fix it. There is plenty of good research on Education and Healthcare to make her think twice about the liberal worldview. But Rosie has never read Eric Hoffer and she doesn’t care about what the data actually says because (by her own admission) she yearns for own personal dictator-thug.
Good luck with that, Rosie. Perhaps you and Woody Allen can get married, have kids, and then inculcate them with the great intentions of Commie thugs throughout history (we’ll just forget about body count).
Oh, wait, that will never happen because you’re…you, and he sleeps with his adopted daughter. Never mind.