So, the Democrats run a lame candidate for Senate in Massachusetts while turning their backs on a nest of Republican snakes. So, the Republicans simply cater to the lowest common denominator.
Meet Scott Brown.
He posed. Hairspray on an empty corn cob. He’s a goddamn lead singer. How new are you? Look at my thumb, gee you’re dumb.
Maybe, just maybe if he wasn’t up against cardboard.
I should be angry. I suppose I am. Should I be angry at Republicans for being such ignorant, obstructionist asstards, or Democrats for being such paper tiger pantywaste losers? I feel like being confused, but I’m not. What I am is disgusted.
“The Republicans are playing chess and the Dems are in the nurses office because, once again, they glued their balls to their thighs.” – Jon Stewart.
Teddy Kennedy held this office for forty seven years. The lion of the Senate. I admired Ted Kennedy. Comity no longer exists anywhere in the Senate. It went from solid to gas. The way of the Dodo. What we have here, is piss all over his grave, equal parts Democrat and Republican. It will freeze and eventually evaporate come spring. It will still stink for summers to come. Them with more mild sensibilities and weaker constitutions will wonder if the reek is merely rotting vegetation. The dying foliage of deciduous urban landscaping. Only in the fall.
You and I, along with the forest rodents will understand it to be the odor of personal weakness and the strength of filthy lucre.
And the shit of urban rodents.
No equitable, compassionate health care for the richest nation ever. Health care is a right, not a privilege. Yet this crap persists to blow in our faces. Tens of thousands die here every year because of greed and cowardice and/or no health care at all. Then there’s them that go broke. Hundreds of thousands dead in Haiti, not because of an earthquake, but because of decades of poverty and neglect. Wait til you hear how complicit we’ve been. Hundreds and thousands die every month in the various wars we conduct. Plenty of funding there, but no conscience.
We are getting sucker punched every morning out of bed.
I need to remind you that by shaving one tenth off our budget for the military industrial complex, we’d all have health care and groceries forever. Higher education would be free. No potholes. No collapsing bridges. We’d all have enough for the fruit of the month club. We’d be excited about the pears.
Pete Townshend once said something about ending The Who before they became parodies of themselves. He was anxious for them not to become a joke. It’s too late for America.
Since when did a party have to have 60 out of 100 votes in the Senate to scratch their own balls? How is it that after barely a year under a new administration, a twisted referendum is allowed to hold sway in state like Massachusetts?
This is profoundly and spectacularly ridiculous.
I’m not sure I give a mad fuck. The only option now is to ram the diseased phallus that is the Senate health care bill down the blistered, milky, puss oozing upper gastrointestinal tract of the house. It’s a shitty bill. A mandate to buy but no mechanism for controlling cost or avarice. A non starter for me.
I’m having a hell of a time giving a shit. Whatever happened to hope and change? Does anyone remember laughter?
I am disgusted. I’m romancing apathy. Sure, there’s been progress, but on such an infinitesimally incremental level that I’m struggling with what appears to be a wish sandwich.
“Have you ever heard of a wish sandwich? A wish sandwich is the kind of a sandwich where you have two slices of bread and you, hee hee hee, wish you had some meat.” -The Chips 1956
This really is stupid.
You give me twenty, maybe twenty five bucks, I’ll make you the best salad you’ve ever had. I have skills.
Drinks for my friends.