Silly Sally Field doesn’t speak for me

By Michelle Malkin

Update: Another mother Sally Field doesn’t speak for: Ginger Gilbert, wife of downed pilot Maj. Troy Gilbert, who blasted the media and morale-undermining anti-war forces for using al Qaeda video of her husband’s desecrated body “as a political catalyst to generate anti-war sentiment.”

Update: Patricia Heaton, on the other hand, does speak for me.

Blundering moonbat Sally Field inspired my column this week:

Like actress Sally Field, I am a mom. Unlike Sally Field, I do not live in La-La Land. We breathe a different brand of oxygen. We hold diametrically opposed worldviews. We have nothing in common but stretch marks.

Contrary to tongue-tied Sally’s incoherent Primetime Emmy Awards diatribe, childbearing and childrearing experiences do not bond all women in a universal sorority of non-confrontation. There are sheep moms. There are lion moms. We know which kind Sally Field is.

“If mothers ruled the, ruled the world, there would be no god-damned wars in the first place,” Field bleated. In the Gidget Guide to Parenting, mothers are appeasers and hand-holders. Our maternal instincts supposedly lead us to shun fights and coddle bullies instead of disciplining them. CONTINUED