OK, the unceasing references to “our Elizabeth” are kind of creepy - for whatever reason, call me crazy, I hear it in my head as Gollum might say “my precioussssss…” - but I’ve gotten a good chuckle from this post and this one. The latter is more armchair psychiatry from yet another lesbian on the unhinged left, absolutely sure that I’m a gay man just straining with everything I’ve got against the irresistible lure of The Other Team.
Now, I like a good brie - room temperature, please. I appreciate a neat, well-decorated home as much as the next guy. And on occasion I’ve been known to flit about the house, making grand - and rather graceful, if I do say so myself - sweeping arm motions while singing The Trolley Song.
That last part I didn’t mean to type out loud.
Anyway…
I got to thinking about the left’s “obsessed with Elizabeth Kaeton” meme.
So here’s a picture of Their Elizabeth, and a picture of Mrs. Griffith.
What do you think? Is it possible I’ve made the wrong choice?














Greg,
Don’t leave home without her.
Mrs. Griffith,
Take a bottle to your husband’s head for introducing you to more public scrutiny than you ever thought or dreamed possible.