I'm laying this out for the record. I despise John Boehner, and I'm going to post a comment with a few videos that I put up this morning in an open thread.
This man does violence to the concept of the word "human"; he cries over symbolism and nationalistic hubris, but the deaths of six people in the act of savage abject rage that has gravely wounded a member of his own congress shows him standing without nearly any emotion at all.
This is a sign of something seriously twisted about this "man".
Watch these two videos, and I present my remarks as part of that glorious freedom of speech my Republican "friends" and neighbors think I am so unappreciative of (which they alone in ,their view, have protected for me)
Here's Cry Me A River John Boehner in his usual element:
"Take 'em on"
Now, in the wake of 20 people shot, six dead and the one ostensible target of the attack alive but who's future is uncertain, listen to the tone in the same voice:
All of that emotion. A woman lay gravely wounded, six lay slain, 14 more recovering from a deliberate attack on a member of the solemn body of government which he just raised an absurdly oversized gavel to rule over - and he's the poster boy for granite stoicism.
But if you mention taxes, terrorists, or deficits* and John of Orange Boehner suddenly becomes a wet and weepy crying doll suitable for a child's toy. Just push the right button and he wets himself.
(*only when a Democratic president is in office)
When a person is specifically targeted - deliberately and pathologically sought out in an act of psychotic abject inhuman rage, arguably fueled by rhetoric and antipathy that this bastard COUNTS ON for his electoral success - who's vicious attempted assassination attempt kills 6 others and ravages the lives of 14 other families - suddenly the man with all the emotions becomes the Funk and Wagnals cartoon lithograph under the definition of Calm, Cool, and Collected.
It's like the ghost of Alexander Haig meets George Hamilton; he's orange and in charge.
I loathe this man. I regret bastardizing the word "man" to include him in even the generic taxonomy of it's basic classification.
I say to you, John Boehner:
I havent seen you in tears since the shooting and that's all we need to know.
All of Nancy Pelosi's accomplishments aside, when she said, "God bless you Speaker Boehner" - I stood motionless in stunned nausea as I felt food rushing to my throat that I haven't eaten since I was in grade school.
John the Lachrymose will shed crocodile tears for anything he alone deems is patriotic, but when one of his own is shot - not in cold blood but with malice and forethought; not because of who she was as a person but merely because of the position she held which embodied ideals she stood for; ideals that Boehner vilifies and demonizes as if they were child pornography as we speak- suddenly he's a rock.
This is where I pull out my "Proud To Be An Atheist Flag" and wad it up to stuff it in Crying Boy's mouth.
I want Jesus on line 1, now. Or get him down here, I'll wait. I've been looking for him for 43 years at the behest of people like Boehner who tell me that their relationship with "H"im makes them better than me, and "H"e never answers my calls so that I might get a ruling on this in real time, for the record.
Gather all the lights, all the cameras you can muster; assemble whatever contingent of theologeans and pundits you must in order to verify it's all true - I'll even reveal my real name and address within the hour if you can show me "H"e's already at my house ("H"e should be able to find it without help from me, Google maps, or a GPS)
And what I'm going to ask "H"im is
"How much money and resources has your dad, Lord God, requisitioned and allocated for the of Hell?"
Will it be bigger than the GWBush Presidential library, or will that just be included as the temporal section of the exhibit when the time comes?
Still waiting. 2:55 PM EST.
Because if there ever might be a Hell, the current cast of empty souls who constantly bleat that I'm going there and they'll be with Jesus and their dead cat in the Luxury Suite to watch the rest of us gnashing our teeth and wailing, does not impress me. I have no fear and make no apology to say Boehner, Cantor, Palin, O'Reilly, Limp-Paw, Beck (especially Beck, for bearing false witness); the entire Cabinet from the eight years of GWB for dragging us before the world behind your misguided crusade - they're going to be looking up at me from whatever level of hell they're down in and begging me to throw them a molten sulfur rope with thorns to come join me.
I'm sick of this shit. The reason I despise religion is that no one can ever prove anything; they built it that way on purpose to keep the delusion beyond reproach. We found out almost 90 years ago at the Scopes trial that no religious fantasy can withstand the level of scrutiny that we require for every other transaction we engage in on this mortal Earth, and yet there these clowns are...
...with their oversized gavel, and their fucking flag pins, and their condescending, self-righteous, falsely pious whining, somehow acting as if they alone know even how to spell "morality"...
I'm still waiting, Jesus - Lord, bring your dad, who art in heaven,too, we need to talk.
John Boehner will cry a river of tears while waving his "no, seriously, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar" gavel, but did not dampen handkerchief anywhere in Washington, DC since we all have watched a fellow member of the United States of God Bless American government shot at point blank range in a fit of abject rage and madness -
...madness that John Boehner and his entire party stokes and aggravates at this this moment.
...rage and false indignation that these bastards counted on to get elected.
I am disgusted by your false humanity, John. I am repulsed at your fraudulent and bankrupt ethos.
While paging through my Greek thesaurus, I note your rather big on pathos, yet sadly devoid of logos nevertheless.
I'll await yours and Jesus' press conference. Until then, stop with this self-righteous, condescending bullshit that you're better than anyone - you'll be lucky if said "J"esus lets you drink from the sewer to replenish your perpetual river of tears.
Mention taxes, and John "I'm not black, I'm just orange" Boehner will tear up like a sewing circle watching Steel Magnolias, but when a member of congress was shot - an attempted assassination caried out in abject rage - Boehner's eyes are as dry as they are dead and lifeless any other day.
Did you ever watch his eyes when he talks? All that animation and hyperbole in his voice, but his eyes are cold, lifeless coprolite, even when they're wet. The eyelids, the eyelashes, the orange putty of a face never move; they display no life or passion, despite all the hypberbolic, melodramatic, animated "HELL NO I WON'T" quivvering, childish, petulant, hysterical rhetoric.
I cringe just thinking about having to watch the Republican'ts in days and weeks to come as they disavow the seething hatred they've stoked, fueled and taken advantage of and then start pull the same historic revisionsm in the wake of Columbine: the shooter was "sick" to begin with, and that's the end of it. Nothing they did, no sir. "Second Amendment solutions", aw shuck, y'all, that's just free speech.
Seems your speech has an immeasurable cost, John.
I'm cold, and grim, and fucking pissed off.
My country is in the hands of a man with no soul, and a sickeningly sad percentage of people who think he's a noble and righteous man.
Nancy, do you really think that "G"od, if there ever might be one, would bless this monstrous fraud?
Seriously - I need to talk to this Jesus character - this is all wrong. Despite the many times I have sought him, "H"e doesn't seem to want to answer my calls. Therefore I shall rest on my original premise that there is no "H"im, and we, as mortals, are responsible for all of this.
Even John of Orange.
My tagline over at Street Prophets used to be
"Situation Normal, All Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition: I understand that things will be fucked up from time to time, I'm fighting so that we ought not to be so comfortable with it as Situation Normal"
...and we know how that turned out.