Why I Hate Rick Santorum!

Let me start off by saying that I don’t hate Santorum the way Liberals hated Bush 43 or currently hate Sarah Palin. In other words, I wish him no ill will. On the contrary, I hope he lives a long and prosperous life — as a private citizen.

I hate him as a potential Republican candidate for president. He’s whiny, angry, painfully inarticulate on his feet and in large part full of baloney.

To disabuse the masses of the notion that he is anti-contraception, he tells them that he supported Title X; to placate the religious right, he claims that he had to do it in order to fund the military (Title X part of a much larger bill that also included defense appropriations.)

Santorum wears his “conservatism” on his sleeve, but not on his voting record. But whenever someone questions this, he points out that he may have supported some things that conservatives oppose, but that he had to do it because he is a team player. That’s not exactly my definition of a man of principle — it’s my definition of just another politician whose number one goal is his own re-election.

Speaking of which, Santorum did not just lose his bid for a third Senate term in 2006, he was shellacked, 59-41%, by weenie democrat Bob Casey. Oh, but he blames the massive democratic election juggernaut. Okay, the dems won six Republican seats, but an 18 point loss? Clearly, Pennsylvanians were at least as sick of Santorum as I am (and they had 12 years.)

Santorum is a doofus. His whole “Mr. Catholic” thing is nothing more than a political ploy. If moderation was the order of the day, Santorum would bend over backwards to try to make Mitt Romney look like Jesse Helms.

Back in the day, when “the true conservative” was whining about how he might have to retire from public life because pay in the Senate wasn’t high enough, Santorum’s days in the sun appeared to have set. But now, like a unfounded rumor, he’s back. And Barack Obama couldn’t be happier.

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