I feel the need to pre-amble: This is just some passionate screed. There are no facts here, though if you read carefully you can connect almost everything I say to a specific event. There is nothing "breaking" here. This
is partisan, though I intend for it it to be more morally partisan than politically partisan. This is not reasoned appeal to the reality-based community -- the Bushist conspirators long ago learned how to subvert, divert, and string out any shoulder the reality-based community can bring to bear on their stranglehold on the levers of power. No, I have given that up. This is just ...
horse-spit in the face of a malevolent owner. Kick down the gates. Anyway, enough "pre" -- let's "gallop" over to where the waters are hot. This is an open letter to Democrats seeking office.
Their governance is theft. They lie to the American people with every breath, with every word, with every pen stroke, with every sound-bite. They are a lying thieving elitist administration that functions for its own ends and its own ends alone. They hate the commonwealth and see it as only a fat insensate poorly protected target from which to suck gobs of bloody cash. They hate the common American. They hate the American system of moderation, of checks and balances. They bribe the poor to join the army and send them overseas, ill-equiped, ill-trained, stretched to the breaking point, on inane killing expeditions. They dishonor honor. They shit all over truth and bath themselves in the cash we have given them to use for OUR GOOD. They are tapeworms who have been so long in the dark belly of corruption they operate on one principal only: how much and what will it cost me? Their moral searchlight went black years ago. It's 100% for sale, 100% bribery and 100% blackmail 100% of the time with the Bush/Cheney maladministration.
They are fucking us. They are fucking us in the morning before their prayer breakfasts, they fuck us at lunch, they fuck us in the evening, and they fuck us and our neighbors in the dark of night. They are a metastasizing cancer -- an excrescence of wayward cells hellbent on their own growth at any cost, even if it kills off the host organism. They are deeply and perhaps ineradicably embedding in our body politic, in every branch of our sacred government. You could starve the government, leech it with cancer-killing drugs, and still they would cling to it like barnacles to a ship, like lampreys to pilot whales, like parasites everywhere. The suck money out of the system, and then use it to dig deeper, to bite more flesh and suck more blood, to borrow ever inward.
Stab them between the eyes with this plank: the Republican party -- today -- is the party of liars and rapists, of child molesters and power-drunk alcoholics, of main-chancers and little-boys, of epidemics and deception, of sexual ignorance and advantage-taking, of wanton despoilment. It is the party of deliberate, studied, strategic hatred. It is the divisive party. It thinks itself the one party, the pure, the chosen, the elect, the divine. It is the party of megalomania and unchecked rapine. It is the kind of party where you wake up disheveled, ravaged, with a black eye, your money gone, your arms swollen, your head pounding, and a bitter bitter taste in your mouth. It is a horrible, uncivil, anti-American party of usurers and thieves, of petty tyrants and preening cockroaches and knuckle-rubbing billionaires. It is the party men without qualities go to when they itch, the party of secretive, orgasmic defilement.
You want to stand for something? Stand for TRUTH, stand for JUSTICE, stand for HONOR. Give not the fucktard appointed president the benefit of any doubt. Give him none of the respect the office bestows on those who occupy it with humility and use its power for the greater good. Boo -- loudly BOO -- the fourth-generation war-profiteer would-be dictator every time he opens that hideous anus that serves as a conduit from his face to his shriveled brain. Give him no respect -- he has squandered in blood and lost opportunities any respect he ever deserved, and he has earned none. NONE. Stand for THE COMMON GOOD. Stand for THE CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES. Stand for THE RULE OF LAW. Stand against the unlawful usurpation of power.
Here is your platform: IMPEACH THE WAR RACKETEERS! Get elected, impeach every one of those Bushist criminals, and frogmarch them out of the White House straight to their appointments with the people whose good will they have singed, whose money they have washed themselves with and then flushed down the toilet to their sewer dwelling cronies. Let them greet those whose sweat and wisdom brought this country to where it was before the despoliation, the rot, the cancer of Bushism set in. Let them break bread with those whose decency they dishonor with every breath they take. Throw them to the mob whose 1 TRILLION dollars they have stolen and misspent. Introduce them to real Christians -- followers of Christ and not the thorny shadow of Mammon.
Let Bush try his malapropos oratory on a street corner and see how far he gets without the stuffed trousers and elevated status of the presidency, without two dozen tutors and a hidden wire. Let the people see the real George Bush, the unvarnished Bush, the hateful, vengeful, mean, sniggering primate Bush, and decide for themselves whether to flay him there or render him special delivery to the Hague.
Let Cheney rouse his chin from his chest and suck in the sickly breath of some of the Americans he has sent to be maimed and ruined in that human wringer they built in the ruins of Iraq. Let's see how brave Dick is, standing on Route 3 in Bowie, holding a big sign saying "DIE FOR HONOR (he he) -- I MUST GET RICHER!!!!." on one side, and on the other a blown up picture of corpses, the flesh crisped to their bones, from the "battle" of Falluja..
Let Abu Gonzales -- that modern Procrustes -- personally try his words on for size. Remember Alberto, it's not torture -- you said so. ZzzzTTT! Splash. Tick ... tick ... tick. Oh, and if you want to argue in a court of law, be my guest -- your lawyering skills are so far outstripped by your ambition and your zany apologies for criminality no judge down here, in the America you hate, will stop laughing long enough to hear your stupidity to its loathsome conclusion.
You, Condileeza, we're sending you to North Korea. Shhhhh -- it's like super-secret -- piano. Yes, it's a dangerous fucking place -- that was your job! Not licking the carpet clean before Magic-thumbs came to press the flesh ahead of his bagmen. Yes, you are parachuting in. No, your laptop is state's evidence, but we are providing the greatest hits of your long academic career. Good luck.
Rummie, Rummie, Rummie, you old coot. How'd you do it? Youngest and oldest -- not many can claim that. How many are you worth? 25 million? Made your first unit -- pretty good for a military man -- though I suppose for a Princtonian it's rather run-of-the-mill. I hear the Bush's were only half-joking about finding some way for you to marry into the family. Those days are gone. We've taken all your money and purchased body armor with it -- just to get the troops home. Don't worry -- we got it at cost from your war business buddies. Cost -- because providing for our nation's children, if this were a real war, a war of DEFENSE and not the hubristic folly of aggressive war you and your co-conspirators sold to us like a new car with a cracked engine block, is the right thing to do. I know, you have a different mindset: amazing how much you can make selling weapons and armaments on the black market, isn't it? And those reactors you sold to North Korea? Yeah, we need someone to fly a kamikaze mission. Condi will waver. We need someone with the kind of nerves to shake Saddam's hand over a weapons deal, then send ill-armed teenagers over to kill your old rival. It'll fly OK -- we've got Wolfowitz strapped to the nose, yelling "Incoming!" in Korean, and Hadley is in the bomb-bay, embracing the trigger with the whole of his inner terrorist.
Scottie! Bagdad Scottie, you lying sack of shill. Maybe a modern Dante is celebrating his birthday, preparing to assign you to some un-numbered ring of Hell, your fat lips perpetually attached to the waist trumpet of a lesser but flatulent devil, forcing you to forever feed on the kind of gassy shit you repulsively shoveled out from your elevated position as spokesman for the highest officer in the land, but we can't do that to you, it seems, well, unseemly. No, you are being banished, forever isolated from human contact, nothing but four windowless walls and a plain floor and ceiling. We had it built special, around you -- there never was a door. The Alpo will last you ten years. Yes, we remember how you stank up the press briefing room.
I'm just getting started on these iatrogenic wastrels, these homegrown American terrorists, these LYING, MERCENARY, VENAL THIEVES. You want a platform? Give us our country back! IMPEACH. ARREST. ERADICATE. It's time for major surgery, and we are going to have to do it ourselves: the doctor IS THE CANCER.
Let me speak plainly. THE UNITED STATES is being run by MURDEROUS CRIMINALS. They are using our money, and our good will, to KILL and to DESTROY innocent people and whole civilizations. Their actions have put human life -- the whole of it, from glory on high to ignominy below -- at risk. There is NO REASON JUSTIFYING THIER BEHAVIOR. The war is unjustifyable. The pretense is false. The expense is stupid. Their governance is theft. Your plank, should you care to walk it, it to STOP THEM.
I'm asking for very little -- a simple, forgotten thing: I'm asking that our leaders be held accountable for their actions. No country that doesn't hold its leaders accountable is worth my voice, my taxes, or my blood. Or yours.