If I hear one more politician say it's time to send those people in Washington a message, I'm going to puke, and I won't stop puking until I grunge the entire Gulf (what's that?.... too late?) until I debauch the Delaware Bay.
A hard-hitting muckraker of a political writer at the San Bernadino Sun astutely explained why the voters are just so dawggoned mad:
"Voters re-elected plenty of incumbents Tuesday, but they also told those incumbents, as well as elected officials running for higher office, that they aren't happy."
This is big news for three reasons:
First, because I didn't even know San Bernadino had a newspaper.
Second, because those "plenty of incumbents" who won their primary battles (100% in the House) must have been quaking in their wing tips, or whatever Blanche Lincoln wears on the job, at the possibility of spending some of their bottomless treasure of corporate money to defend those virtually impenetrable offices. What a scare, indeed.
Third, because now I know why newspapers are dying.
But as is my custom, I will play the role of Devil's Advocate (at least for the matinee).
Maybe, just maybe, those folks in Washington, DC are not out-of-touch automatons at all.
Maybe (just maybe) they are US.
Now I know that sounds crazy, because I'm basically suggesting that we are our own scum bags. You know, sort of like "We are the ones we've been waiting for," but more exactly, "We are the ones fucking shit up." In truth, those incumbent oil slicks wrapped in skin were propagated in our own back yards and we actually voted them into office and we voted for them so we could send those other "Washington Insiders" a message even though they, them (the incumbents) controlled the message and we voted for them again and not-so-metaphorically ended up refloating the same damn turds...Got that? 'Cause now I'm confused. Whew - take a breath, Wally.
I'm starting to see a pattern here, somewhere.
I'm not sure where it is, but it's there all right.
Something to do with incumbents and being "mad as hell" and not wanting to "take it anymore," as opposed to "frankly my dear, I don't give a damn." or "Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." or "ET phone home."
Wait! The answer is not in San Bernadino, after all.
it's in Eureka,
as in, alas, I have found it!
IMHO, and in my humble opinion, it's incumbent on We the People to limit our ex-neighbor politicians to one term apiece,
and at the moment of their retirement from fine public service,
arrest the bastards.
You want an honest public servant?
Then I'd like to nominate the guy on the left:
Sure he's tough, but remember, sometimes we need tough love.
Klaatu barada nikto-
and don't forget it.
Update: Kossack The Revenge of Shakshuka contributed the great George Carlin routine on the topic. Read his comment below and watch the YouTube video.