The New Politics of So So Suck My Toe All The Way To Mexico
Imagine, Bill was ashamed of having consensual oral sex and lying about it. Bill, Bill, Bill, you lightweight, don’t you know you cannot have a conscience in this game of tyrant of the hill. Oh yeah, and you are a racist (I had to add that, it is standard operating procedure, direct orders from the O man (but deny it if confronted). The American people (well not all, just the ones who want
change the appearance of change, must do their duty and remind the rest of the country how much Bill Clinton and that conniving cunt wife of his are racists (even now after he has stolen the nomination, because a no vote equals a vote that was intended for him), and that reminder must come every 3.3211111 seconds. How dare those hillbillies actually believe (and want) to work in public service and work the system the way it was supposedly intended to work, you know, for the good of the people, the collective. Hah! Chicago is in the house now. Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Party over here. Get your So on.
No, the empty suit’s supporters will not do a thing, they will just dig a little deeper in their excuse bag (if they even bother) and come up with some half-ass don’t even makes sense reason to give the inexperienced candidate a free pass or they will attack the person reminding them of his lies, because we all know this new transcendent generation don’t like to feel pain, well unless it is the S&M type, that is totally acceptable, even empowering. “I choose my choice.” Oh the tears will rain down in about 2014, “Why were we so blind. We were hoodwinked. It is so unfair. It was not our fought! They they they they caused us to hope and forced us not to check the facts!”
Then there are more lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Obama’s campaign claims they tried to talk to McCain’s campaign about both parties accepting and using the public financing system. However, McCain’s campaign states unequivocally that no such conversation has ever taken place or was attempted. Oh well. The American people will not do a fucking thing about it. Oh yeah there is that one thing the whole foods I’m so kewl and better than you people because I at least think about my privilege love to do so much, they brag about how enlighten and pure they are for being so post-racial and post-sexism (because they think about it. In these dark times of it’s all about me, fuck the planet, fuck your rape stories, fuck the price of buying a house, fuck your wage, fuck what your employer did to you, fuck the lack of trees and the cost of fuel (Goddammit! Americans use more fuel than Europe so it should be cheaper for us), thinking about it is the same as practicing it. It’s like magic I tell you! I wish thinking about food actually provided food. I wish thinking about shelter actually provided shelter. I wish thinking about love and compassion actually provided love and compassion. I wish thinking about being treated with dignity actually provided dignified treatment). Who knew that being a doormat equates to being transcendent. All the doormats of the country should be proud, this is your moment, you are what you have been waiting for to wipe your own feet on.
Heavy rains in the forecast.