"Men are like wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something with which you'd like to have dinner with."

And now, for the male response:

"Women are like wine. They all start out fresh, fruity and intoxicating to the mind and then turn full-bodied with age until they go all sour and vinegary and give you a headache."

Announcer off-screen: WHAT DO YOU THINK OF HOWARD DEAN'S PLANS TO RAISE TAXES ON FAMILIES BY NINETEEN HUNDRED DOLLARS A YEAR?

Husband: WHAT DO I THINK?
WELL, I THINK HOWARD DEAN SHOULD TAKE HIS TAX HIKING, GOVERNMENT-EXPANDING, LATTE-DRINKING, SUSHI-EATING, VOLVO-DRIVING, NEW YORK TIMES-READING . . .

Wife: . . . BODY PIERCING, HOLLYWOOD-LOVING, LEFT-WING FREAK SHOW BACK TO VERMONT, WHERE IT BELONGS.

Husband: GOT IT?

Announcer: CLUB FOR GROWTH PAC IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT OF THIS ADVERTISING.

That ad grated on my nerves the first time I saw it. I don't consider myself to be a Democrat, but no one deserves this kind of attack. So, I had to hop on to their site and have at:

I think you morons should take your deficit-raising, government-shunning, beer-drinking, road-kill-eating, pickup-driving, "Confederate Weekly"-reading, sheep-humping, NASCAR-loving, asinine freak show back to the Confederacy, where it belongs.

Honestly ask yourself if you better off now than you were three years ago when Dubyah called up his father and said, "Daddy, I won! Now what do I do?"

Grow a friggin' brain.

Take that, you friggin' bastards.