As a sensitive pacifist, I sometimes have to avoid looking at the screen when my husband is watching his UFC fights. I don't mind so much when the fighters are evenly matched, going toe-to-toe in a fair contest of martial arts proficiency, but then there are those times where one guy ends up on the receiving end of a one-sided beatdown by someone he just shouldn't have stepped into the cage with.
Watching Jill Stein's savage ground-and-pound clinic on The Daily Beast today was like that for me. I had to read her scorching response to Yashar Ali's insipid smear piece through the gaps in my fingers, yelling "Ugh, where's the ref? He's done! Just tap out already!"
While Dr. Stein did make an unassailable defense of her investment portfolio, the real knockout punch came before the fight even started. While Ali's entire article was an attempt to paint Stein's investment portfolio as indicative of a "conflict of interest," the good doctor pointed out that he neglected to mention the director of the Daily Beast's corporate owner is none other than one Chelsea Victoria Clinton.
Ooh. Cringe.