Monday, April 10, 2006
GOT THE BLOG BLUES--WHAT'S THE POINT?
And now and then, the results can end up here. Hell, sometimes it seems like humor's all we've got. Yeah, we still put in our share of serious stuff, blood squeezed from turnips, and what have you, but hey, humor and satire is as American as apple pie, ain't it? And let's face it. It's all serious.
If there's one thing I know for sure, it's this: the neocons can't stand to be trifled with. If anything, the more worked up they see everybody getting, the more we churn the sulphurous caldron of tirades against them, the better they like it. They get off on it, man. After all, being bullies, it's where they live. Masters of the school yard brawl.
But laugh at them. Scorn them. Point at them while you're doing it and slap your knee. They shrivel up like bruised daisies.
THEN THERE'S THE DEMOCRATS
Ah, the DO-NOTHINGS. Man, there's a whole 'nother kettle of odorous fish. What on earth can be done about 'em? Nothing. Nothing. . .but stand by and watch them lose the next election. Forget about 'em. They're done. They're stone deaf. They can't hear the country telling them to impeach these dipshits, they can't even hear us imploring them to pretty please get us the hell out of this stinking war. They're not hearing anything we have to say. They're not real.
Who do they listen to? EXXON. WALMART. In that order.
WHO WOULDN'T SIGN FEINGOLD'S MOTION TO CENSURE BUSH?
(Just to name a few):
WHO WOULD SIGN IT?
And th-th-th-that's allllllll, folks!