I think this woman is in the midst of a false pregnancy.

But my oh my, don't you just love all of those white faces at the McCain rallies, makes you feel all warm and German inside (oh, wait, they did have one black)

pccostello sighting?

Hmmm. Maybe taking a closer look at all these new voter registrations isn't such a bad idea after all.

Worth pointing out that the number-one abortion-reducing, baby-saving president in modern history is Bill Clinton. A Democrat.

Since Roe v. Wade, a vote for a Republican for president has amounted to a vote to cause more abortions.

Are we sure that's a woman? Also, his/her armpit odor appears to be so offensive that the gentleman to her left is recoiling in disgust...

Also, I gotta ask.  Why's she a Democrat?  For 3+ decades Dems have been pro-choice, GOP pro-life.  If you believe strongly enough in the abortion issue to make a frilly poster, shouldn't you have left the party eons ago because they don't have anyone pro-life enough for you to vote for?  

He Can't Handle the Truth (part II)

www.deusexmalcontent.com/.../he-cant-handle-truth-part-ii.html

["You see Barack, I can deal with the bullets, and the bombs, and the blood. I don’t want money, and I don’t want medals. What I do want is for you to stand there in that faggoty slick negro suit and with your Harvard Law School mouth extend me some fucking courtesy. You gotta ask me nicely.

There is nothing on this earth sexier, believe me, gentlemen, than a running mate you have to salute in the morning. Promote ‘em all, I say, ’cause this is true: if you haven’t gotten a blowjob from your Vice Presidential nominee, well, you’re just letting the best in life pass you by.

I run my campaign how I run my campaign. You want to investigate me, roll the dice and take your chances. I eat breakfast 300 yards from 4000 tree-hugging pinko commie terrorist-loving hippie liberals who are trained to kill me, so don’t think for one second that you can come down here, flash those big monkey ears, and make me nervous.

Boy, we live in a world that has millionaires, and those millionaires have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Tom Brokaw? I have more houses and cars than you could possibly fathom. You weep for your retirement pensions and your 401-K's, and you curse the deregulators and mavericks. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That the death of your insignificant college fund, while tragic, probably saved Robert Willumstad's trip to Barbados. And that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves Richard Fuld's Tibetan panda hunt. I know deep down in places you dont talk about at community organizer rallies, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like maverick, gotcha, six-pack. We use these words as the backbone of a campaign pursuing victory at any cost. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who fist-jabs and hip-hops under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then question the manner in which I provide it. I prefer you said "Oh Lawdy Lawdy thank you Massa McCain," and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a paper hat, and give me my chicken nuggets. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!

You Fuckin' people. You have no idea how to steal a nation. All you did was weaken a country club membership today, Obama. That's all you did. You put rich people's lives in danger. Sweet dreams, BOY"(Votar).]

Unborn babies for McCain?  Maybe ACORN's handling their voter registration campaign . . .

Lunatics.