"How did I get elected?" Kasich asked the crowd, recalling his first run for state Senate in Ohio in 1978. "Nobody was--I didn't have anybody for me. We just got an army of people, who, and many women, who left their kitchens to go out and go door to door and to put yard signs up for me. All the way back, when--you know, things were different."...
...Kasich made the comment while speaking to a large crowd at George Mason University during a day-long swing through the crucial March 1 primary state of Virginia.
Minutes later, a woman who identified herself as a nursing student at the university stood up and asked Kasich a question about his decision to sign a bill in Ohio Sunday that diverts funding from Planned Parenthood in the state.
"Your comment earlier about the women coming out of the kitchen to support you--I'll come support you but I won't be coming out of the kitchen," she told him to some cheers and laughs from the audience.
"I gotcha, I gotcha," he responded.
eye'm thynkin': But here's the thing: John Kasich doesn't "got us." Not even close.
From this comment last October: "It's not easy to be a spouse of an elected official. You know, they're at home, doing the laundry and doing so many things while we're up here on the stage getting a little bit of applause, right?"
To these cracks he made to University of Richmond co-eds, also last October: "I don't have any tickets for, you know, for Taylor Swift or anything or, you know, or Linkin Pa...Go ahead. (Ask your question.). Or this to another female who raised her hand: "I'm sure you get invited to all of the parties."
To that time he tried to explain government budgeting by asking a woman "Have you ever been on a diet?"
To his apparent belief that God's females need the help of a big, strong, virile, male governor when making decisions about their own health.
He really, really doesn't get us.
John Kasich was born in 1952, back when "things were different." And he must have had a happy, storybook childhood--so happy in fact that he wants to return to those days to cocoon himself with that blissful homemaker in full make-up, dress tidied, heels on her stockinged feet, freshly coiffed, dinner on the table, standing at the door with slippers and cocktail in hand to welcome her hardworking man home.
I don't have a problem with adult fantasies. I just don't want to be part of his.
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