
#votebitches #imwithher #hrc16 #womancard#dealmyfatassin #allgirlstothefront #alloldbroadstothefront #suckmyleftone

#votebitches #imwithher #hrc16 #womancard#dealmyfatassin #allgirlstothefront #alloldbroadstothefront #suckmyleftone

And, by the way, in the VERY unlikely event that Bernie (whom I admire and respect without end) should pull off a miracle, I would like to publicly state that I shall throw ALL of my 5’1″ 160 pounds behind him…with MIRTHFUL GIRTHFUL APLOMB.

Whatever candidate you may support, the most important thing you do today IS THAT YOU VOTE.
I, myself, am heartily heartened by all of the vast legions of people who have back-channeled to confide in me that despite the very vocal pressure and zealousness of all the hostile Trumpies and fervent Berners that currently surround, jostle, and judge them, they are, in fact, proudly marching right up to that Cardboard Booth of Democracy today and casting their vote for Hillary.
Including MY FATASS.

On this historic day…I will leave you with this quote from one of the FIERCEST, MOST FEARLESS, MOST FABULOUS BITCHES OF ALL TIME.
“If you give us the chance, we can perform. After all, Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did. She just did it backwards and in high heels.” — Former Texas Governor and SUPREME KICKER OF ASS, Ann Richards

I have literally been waiting my entire goddamned life — 27 WHOLE YEARS! — to shout as my BARBARIC ESTROGEN-FUELED YAWP from the rooftops of the world:
NOW IS THE TIME FOR ALL GOOD BROADS TO COME TO THE AID OF THE PARTY.
#allgirlstothefront #alloldbroadstothefront #theworldofmenhasbroughtustotheedgeofruin #fuckallyall #dropyourcocksandgrabyoursocksboys #andgetthefuckouttaourway #wegotyour10000yearpatriarchalruleRIGHTHEREmotherfuckers#itsourturnnow #theovarianage #wereupgirls #thefutureisfemale#bitchesgetshitdone #shesdue #imwithher #tothepollswithusall #hrc2016 #hillary2016

ALL GIRLS TO THE FRONT.
#whenshetalksiheartherevolution
#menhavebroughtustothedgeofruin
#itisthetimeforwomen
#thefutureisfemale
#oldbroadstothefront
#HRC2016
#hillary2016

‘I am America,’ he once declared. ‘I am the part you won’t recognize. But get used to me—black, confident, cocky; my name, not yours; my religion, not yours; my goals, my own. Get used to me.’ — Muhammad Ali

From the time I was an adolescent, I had this black and white postcard gladly tacked to a bulletin board in every place I ever lived. I very clearly remember that the first time I ever saw this now-iconic 1965 Neil Leifer photograph of an enraged Muhammad Ali (still known then as Cassius Clay) standing over a stunned Sonny Liston — screaming at Liston to get back up and fight him — I gasped out loud at the righteousness of it.
The audacity of it.
The generosity of it.
The beauty of it.
The entirety of the fight for life that we ALL fight is contained in just this one photograph.
Even now, just looking at it causes a profoundly visceral reaction in me. It took my breath away all those many years ago, and it takes my breath away still. I knew even back then — as a little girl who didn’t even really understand what boxing was — that captured within this photograph was an essence, a belief, an idea, that I had already carried within me and called upon, even at age 10. An image that would save my life over and over and over again when I found myself in peril or despair:
Muhammad Ali standing over me, shouting…demanding that I reach down deep into who I was and, even more importantly, who I wanted to be…and STAND THE FUCK BACK UP…AND FIGHT.
One of the most courageous, influential, principled, powerful, astonishing, inspiring, entertaining, maddening, magical human beings of our time passes tonight into history. He was a GOD walking the earth and his like shall surely not ever pass this way again. How could it?
He was The Greatest.
And, I adored him.
Requiescat in Pace, Muhammad Ali.
#fuckyou2016youruthlessbloodthirstybitch
#youriselikeashwithyourredhairandyoueatmenlikeair