Along with our health care calls today, a quick word to the Democratic leadership in the White House, and the rotating Democratic obstructionists in the Senate. Just a reminder, in case you've forgotten.
Your GOP friends and their corporate flunkies in blue suits? You know, the ones you've got on speed-dial but who never call you back?
They're still making our lives a living hell. Like, every day.
They're not just lying to us. They're not just scamming us. They're burning our freaking villages down. They're tossing us like trash out of our homes. They're poisoning our air, water and soil. They're swindling and offshoring and onshoring and no-bid contracting and bombing us into deep poverty. They're razing our schools from the inside out.
And they're casting about for what else you're going to help them loot and plunder.
Just sayin'.
Because, Senate Democrats, you apparently still expect us to crank your little music box while you sing beneath GOP bedroom windows. You expect us to clap along while you dance an endless tribute to collaboration, negotiation and compromise.
I know, the crispy sound of the crumpets you're munching, and the slurp of your fine tea is much more pleasant-sounding than our bellyaching.
But it's bad. Really. They're robbing and raping us. They're sacking and pillaging us.
Just in case you no longer carry a current picture in your wallets, these are the guys you're hoping will ask you to the prom:
M'kay? These are your "negotiating" partners. These are the bastards that lied us into war, blew a 12 trillion dollar hole in our economy and made us pay the tab. And now that they want to murder us by spreadsheet in even greater numbers, THIS is your return volley to them:
O refined and ever-politic Democratic leaders, having been screwed out of our savings, our retirement, our jobs, our homes and, apparently, out of much hope for decent, affordable health care, we're strangely not in the mood for the "bipartisan," corporatist game anymore. We're not in the mood for ineffectiveness, cowardice, backroom deals, hollow promises, shifting loyalties, and excuses. We no longer care for or trust people who coddle turncoats or pay extortionists.
Know what we're in the mood for, not that you asked? Some goddamn help. Real help. Not: "Here's an inadequate government check for you to give to the insurance companies, so they can raise your deductible some more."
Short of help, we'd love some leadership that will at least stand up for us, and fight beside us. Leaders who know that there's only one way to deal with the GOP, and it's this way:
Don't get us wrong. We'll fight whether you lead us or not, because for many of us, our thirst for justice is about what we've been left with. And, as it would happen, we've got some particularly nasty Uruk-hai torching our towns and fields right at the moment.
And don't take this wrong, because hey, those Silly Nanny outfits are just fierce. But if we run across you, still flouncing around the goddamned maypole outside Isengaard, waiting for the GOP to toss you a perfumed hanky, we just might have to kick your asses, too.