And the real winner in last night's Delaware Republican primary is.....the Democrats...

As can be seen by today's less than cordial response from her opponent, the newest gop Senatorial candidate from the state of Delaware, Ms 'Don't let the fingers do the walking' O'Donnell, has set off a bit of a firestorm in the party of Angry White Men.

The Anti-Christ (formerly known as Karl Rove) was less than supportive in his comments, and even George Bush The Dumber's former speech writer David Frum came out and said that this basically hands the seat to the Democrats in November. Not exactly the sort of encouragement this political neophyte might have hoped for.

But the larger problem here isn't so much that a totally batshit-crazy loon has been elected in a republican primary, there have been plenty of those this year, the bigger problem is that they are SOOOOOO completely out of their damned minds, they make people like the Anti-Christ (please see above) sound sane and reasonable. For example, Harry Reid's opponent, Sharon Angle, is so completely out of her mind that she thinks that Democratic control of America is a violation of the first commandment. Not the First amendment, the first commandment... And that is why, up until last night, Harry Reid was the luckiest Democrat in the country.

But not anymore. Nope, that title now goes to Chris Coons, the Democratic candidate for Joe Biden's old job. Why? For the simple reason that his opponent is even more out of her tree, totally-around-the-bend, oh-my-fucking-God, not-playing-with-a-full deck, nutsy-cuckoo than Sharon Angle is. And trust me that takes some doing. I am sure that I will be writing more about this crazy bird in the not-too-distant future, but for now I'll leave you with this little nugget of dumbassity from the newest Princess of stupid: in 2003 O'Donnell was quoted as saying that by allowing college dorms to go co-ed it would lead to the opening of "orgy rooms" and "menage a trois rooms" on campuses across the United States. Now I don't know about you, but anyone that has a mind that is so fevered and so pent-up with sexual self-denial that they can imagine that sort of thing actually existing anywhere other than the Playboy Mansion (or Bill Clinton's bachelor-pad) simply proves that they themselves are the ones in desperate, desperate need of a damned good shagging...