Look, Massa President, you tried. You visited them, you dined with their pundits, dribbled with their Court. You had them over for the Super Bowl. You traded more jobs for tax cuts and only got three votes for your troubles. Face it, you've reached across the aisle and came back with a nub.
And now this? Judd Gregg withdraws his nomination for Secretary of Commerce over ... what was that again? Oh yeah. "Irresolvable conflicts." Riiiight. You don't have to look much further than the picture above to tell you where your differences really lie.
Let's face it. The Republicans are hoping that you fail. They are doing everything within their powers to see that you do. They're clicking their shoes three times, they're crossing their fingers, they're gulping gallons of bitch's brew, they're shoving pins in their little Sambo dolls. They will do what ... ev ... er it takes to see you fall on your face.
They're hoping that your failure will gain them seats in '10. They don't give a shit about the crisis this nation faces. They don't want to face up to the responsibilities they have as our elected officials. All they want to do is hate-n-holler.
Sure, they may have voted Steele in to head their party, but Rush is their leader now. And that pill-poppin' pork barrel would shank you in a Dittohead second. "I hope he fails." Does that sound bipartisan to you, black man? No, that's a major "Fuck you" to the Leader of the Free World. So, I say, "Fuck 'em."
Fuck all this "bipartisan" bullshit. It's like you're air-waltzing while your partner's off screwing the water boy. You don't need 'em. You're the star quarterback. Now, go win this game, run up the score on their scrub asses, and bang the head cheerleader!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Are We Done Yet?
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I love the smell of sabotage in the morning!
Asshats.
If by "bang the head cheerleader" you mean "prosecute the prior administration for war crimes," I agree. What the Republicans know and the Democrats like to pretend is not true is that it is THEM OR US. If you don't stab them in the face, they will stab you in the back.
I have been wanting to write this for awhile. Sadly I've let my imagined personal life get in the way. I say let the bastards filibuster all they want. Let's watch every embarrassing second of it. Let them filibuster until every constituent sees what ego bloated, dumbass pricks represent them. But please mr President stop trying to reach around and get them off. They will smile and say thank you--southerners are notoriously gracious to your face while they insult you and slander you when you aren't in the room. I know this because I was born in Texas and all my Texas relatives were like this--racist ignorant crackers despite their good jobs and wealth.
You've been more patient than most.
There are three people who I'd like three minutes alone with in my city.
(evil grin, eyes narrowed)
We've got to hold on to the effort here, guys. I know it's easy to say, "we tried and they didn't want to play nice so back to politics as usual," but if there is going to be real change, it's not going to come easy. It's not going to come quickly. It's going to take Ghandi's patience, Lincoln's fortitude, and King's determination. Real change in Washington will only happen when and if Obama continues to talk, continues to share, continues to be respectful. Only after years of that will there be a chance of softening the tone. It will take time, though. We will all have to learn some patience.
Fuck em is right. These nasty hate filled bastards need to be shoved to the back of the room as the irrelevant pricks that they are. They have revealed themselves clearly over and over for what they are. What doesn't the O Man understand?
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