She cackled during her victory speech:
"Well, Iowa, we did it, We did it!" she told her supporters. "It’s a long way from Red Oak to Washington, from the biscuit line at Hardee’s to the United States Senate. But, thanks to all of you we are heading to Washington. And we are going to make ‘em squeal."
She was referencing the political ad about her experience castrating hogs that launched her campaign.
In the ad, Ernst had said that her knowledge about removing piglet testicles would help her cut spending in Washington. And it was clear from her words on Tuesday that she would also be taking her figurative castration knife to more than just the budget.
The language from her victory speech was disturbingly similar to a rape scene in the 1972 thriller Deliverance.
In the movie, two Atlanta businessmen are captured by two armed men in the mountains of Georgia. One of the businessmen is forced to 'squeal like a pig' before he is raped by one of the two mountain men.
I can't wait until the Republican candidates visit Iowa during their run for the white house. With this bimbo at their side we're bound to have a few laughs. I can see Tina Fey playing Joni on Saturday Night Live!
Joni Ernst is an anchor for us to cling to in the midst of a turbulent midterm election that saw our electoral expectations decimated all across the country. Kansans, the majority of whom had been demonstrably screwed by Sam Brownback’s interpretive dance of conservative budgeting, at first seemed poised to sensibly fire him but then rewarded him with another term in office. Massachusetts, having apparently forgotten the hideous ordeal of getting gay marriage and socialized health care under Mittens Romnington, decided to roll the dice with another Republican governor.
Joni Ernst alone among the Republican winners last night bolstered our faith in one of our most cherished beliefs: that the forces of nature and politics can cohere in any electoral climate to propel a folksy, anti-intellectual, bomb-throwing pitbull of a midwestern Republican lady to Washington to keep rational discourse from occurring uninterrupted in congress.
When the platonic ideal of this concept, Michele Bachmann, told us she was leaving us, we tried not to take it personally. Sure, she had to do it to get out from under the House Ethics Committee, but it felt like there was almost no point in going on, especially when we’d based our master’s thesis on the cumulative snark-related economic activity her career had generated.
That is why we are so happy to welcome a new bimbo to congress. Though we walk through the valley of the shadow of Bachmannlessness, we will fear no lack of material; the sound of Joni Ernst castrating hogs while she laughs about her hours slaving on the biscuit line will comfort us. We are certain that, despite all appearances, her Cruella de Vil laughter during her victory speech was not prompted by fond memories of secretly killing and feeding the fryer guy to her Hardee’s customers all those years ago.
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