So, some time back in 2004, I went to a fundraising party for Barbara Boxer. I bought two shirts, and the host was nice enough to give me a giant doggie bag of Hawaiian food. It was a pretty good evening, and I came away thinking that Boxer had her shit together.

And then I saw this.

(Context is here.)

Now, I know the Senate’s all buddy-buddy, We’re-All-In-It-For-The-Money, but this kind of bullshit really pisses me off. It’s bad enough for NARAL and Planned Parenthood to give Lieberman their endorsement, but to have Boxer a) deny what Lieberman said when it’s a matter of public record (from the New Haven Register:

Lieberman said he believes hospitals that refuse to give contraceptives to rape victims for “principled reasons” shouldn’t be forced to do so. “In Connecticut, it shouldn’t take more than a short ride to get to another hospital,” he said.

…which is a real live newspaper. You remember them? The Public Record and all?) and b) have everyone huff and puff about the hoi polloi giving Senators the business. Hey, Barbara? You’re a goddamn public servant. You’re my goddamn public servant. I’ve ponied up for the Dems before, given to the DSCC, the California Party, I bought two of your shirts. You want to keep supporting this Bush-kissing jackass? I may only have one tiny vote and an even tinier wallet, but neither of them are going for you until you knock this shit off.