It occurs to me to think that the strength of the Republican Party is the strength of a bully on a playground with no adult in sight. No matter how often you try to reason with him, the bully will simply knock you in the dirt, then laugh as he kicks you. It will require an adult, or a person bigger or stronger or madder than the bully, who will then make a display of physical force upon said bully, since this appears to be the only thing the bully understands.In the playground of the United States of America, George Bush and his ilk are the bullies. It's obvious now that no Republican adult is going to take George and his Gang by the ear and kick their asses home with no supper. Sadly, the Democratic Gang is too scared of George's gang to try and stand up to him. Are there any other non-partisan adults or authority figures to knock some sense into the Capital City Locos?
No.
The result is that the nerds of the playground, the reasonable 60% or so (Poindexter Public), are getting kicked on a regular basis and having their lunch money stolen, with no end in sight.Nerds like Cindy Sheehan, who has announced that she is quitting the Anti-War protest.
And who can blame her? She has been mocked and derided, scorned and ridiculed. She has been called a traitor, and accused of trying to cash in on the death of her son.
Why?
For the crime of speaking out against a war she feels to be wrong, for the heresy of questioning those in power, and for wishing to confront those who have made the decisions that led to the pointless death of her son.
When will the bullying end?
Perhaps America will grow up, and the bully will no longer be large enough to kick us. Or maybe the bully will continue to beat us, until we leave this lawless playground that we grew up in, but now no longer enjoy being at. Or maybe, one day, we'll just simply reach a point where we've had enough, and we will turn upon the bully, and proceed to kick the living shit out of him*.
Or maybe the bully will continue to pound us whenever he feels like it, and we'll just take it.
Who knows?
"Thank you, sir, may I have another!"
props to United We Lay, who first broke the story, at least to me.
*remember Ralphie in A Christmas Story?
4 comments:
Thanks for the mention. I can't believe more people aren't afraid. The ONLY face of the anti-war movement has just resigned. We are all very, very screwed.
I may not believe in God, but I sure as hell believe in karma.
One day, the gang will pick the wrong victim and the victim will stomp the living shit out of them.
It may not be me, it may not happen tomorrow, but it will happen just as sure as the sun rises in the east.
It's one of the few 100% guaranteed rules in life. If you piss on enough people, someone bigger and meaner (or in this case large numbers of the pissed upon) will eventually decide to clean your clock.
If pussy George wants to take me on, I'd be happy to oblige his snip-sniveling little ass.
Go get 'em, Ralphie!
As with God, I'd like to believe in karma, but I dont see much evidence of it. Maybe I'm just taking too short a view of it, but generally karma seems like heaven: a story that shit-on people tell themselves hoping that justice might prevail in places which they cannot see.
I'd sooner place my faith in Murphy's Law, in which I see evidence for everywhere I look.
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