The loose chatter of Romneysiacs is idling upward, as the gabblers feel their Wheaties, and are feeling especially well-armed with a bad case of Sore Loseritis, made worse by the brain-disengaging disease, Secessionist Fevers, aka Separation Anxieties.
In a word, give or take some Romney-voting states, the Old South wants O-U-T.
My first impulse is to be just as reckless in return, suggesting that all ten states, and all 100,000 petitioners in this idiot cause, be given a small, hyphenated phrase in blunt reply. (No, I was not thinking of a biological impossibility, but that would be a most excellent guess.) I was in fact thinking of this one: Buh-bye.
You know, as in: Don't let the screen door slap you in the ass on your way out, you bozos.
Texas -- who woulda guessed? -- has taken the lead once again, this perennial secessionist rose amongst all the states. The petition from Texas has 25,000 ticked-off, sore-loser, Romneybot, racist Teabaggers fuming and steaming around in circles, back and forth, kicking any slow-moving small animals that accidentally get in their het-up way.
Another four years of that black man in the White House? They'd tell you it was just too much to take. Of course, we're talking mental lightweights grabbing for straws. The Texas petition, says the BBC, cites blatant abuses of American rights by the TSA as the hotbed beneath all this angst.