Rosie’s leaving the View. (not that I ever watched that ridiculous show)

If I wanted to listen to inane, unthinking sophistry, all I’d need to do is hang out in a teachers’ lounge, go to the beauty shop or sip coffee at Starbucks. Listening to a bunch of ignorant, politically correct women blabbing on television is not my cup of Irish Coffee.

I’ve very rarely blogged about Rosie (if ever) and don’t plan to anymore. In a perfect world the View would be canceled and Baba Wawa, Joy, Rosie and meek little Elizabeth would be run out of town on a rail.

I know some bloggers, like Allah love the Rosie but it was getting old. As predictable as the sun coming up every morning, Volcano Rosie errupted.

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