The sad part is that liberal politicians do not realize how pathetically they present when they go outside in frilly dresses with their pink slips showing after rendering a he-girl decision not to offend anyone.

Why Gov. Brown was not pink-slipped after his Saturday Night Live-like first term can be traced to the vast illegal alien colony that feels obliged to repay the source of its vast salad bowl of benefits.

Swishing around the room in an off-the-shoulder number that he could have worn to his senior prom, Gov. (My Dress Is Prettier Than Your Dress) Brown signed the latest nut-laden law of his nut-dense term Sunday. It forbids the use of the nickname Redskins by schools and female government employees. The liberal fear is that it will offend Redskins and the uncommonly delicate sensibilities of white-skinned leftists, black-skinned and white-skinned liberal racists. The latter are known as BCH’ers, Ben Carson Haters, having charged the Republican, the only black presidential candidate, with disloyalty to his race.

I digress.

As a Native American, I resent Gov. (I Can Drink Sarkisian or Any Other Armenian Under the Table) Brown presuming that only hyper-touchy scarlet-skinned Native Americans should be treated with adult (rather than kid) gloves.

For sheer liberal looniness, barring the use of Redskins by schools and girls in government is as daffy as Mr. Brown’s lefty-laced law that automatically registers new drivers to vote.

Democrats, unlike Republicans and other normals, believe the lone qualification for a voter should be whether he is breathing or ever has breathed.  He does not necessarily have to be living to cast a vote.  He can qualify for the Democrats’ Help a Friend (Dead or Alive) Vote program.