Thursday, May 24, 2007

Democrats snatch defeat from the jaws of victory

They blinked. I guess we shouldn't be surprised. Blinking is what they do best. The Democratic congress just ended their Mexican stand off with President Bush over the war funding bill. They backed down even though Bush was holding a toy water pistol and they were holding a .357 Magnum. Unbelievable. It takes a special kind of jelly fish to not to take a stand that is morally correct, strategically critical, and politically popular. It s a catastrophic failure of the very first order.

Congratulations Harry Reid! After months of acting tough, you've revealed your self as the eunuch you are. We needed Churchill and you gave us Tom Daschle II: The Quickening. Those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Apparently Democrats can't even remember five years ago. Remember Dasch's brilliant strategy of caving in to the President on the war and then hitting on him hard on domestic issues? Remember how that turned out? Apparently Reid and Pelosi don't.

Trading little victories for a big loss results in guess what? A big loss. That's all that anyone will take away from this sorry episode. You can't ignore the eight hundred pound gorilla in the room and expect everyone to be happy that you got a new puppy, no matter how cute it is. As always, Kieith Olberman says it all better than we ever could.

Bush is a bully. He always has been. He always will be. The only way to deal with a bully is to hit him back. Hard. Not pretend to hit him. Not talk about hitting him. Jesus Christ Harry, the whole school is in your corner cheering you on and the principal just gave you a pair of brass knuckles. HIT THE FUCKER!

Well if they won't hit somebody I will. I will hit them. Call your Rep. Call Harry. Call Nancy. This was the existential moment for this congress. They failed. Make sure they know that.

1 comment:

curtisimo said...

What is there to say that has not been said?

We manifested Bush as the perfect representative of our true nature. He and his speak and think for the bloated sweating diabetic organism which we are, with our clogged arteries, and diseased heart.

We hate him, but it is self hatred, and he gets his way because his legacy is us.

This was a mistake of the people of the empire. We live in a warm womb, forever arrogant and ignorant, having evolved socially into the acceptance of remaining forever in a permanent juvenile stage, having killed off the mentors, the guides, and now we sit in dirty diapers, with rashes that are accepted because they are pervasive.

We collectively poke fun at views that hold a multiplicity of notions, and reflect our simplicity and arrogance through our executive leadership, and through our method of electing our executive leadership, which is the result of sound bites gift-wrapped in billion dollar bills, and shoved up our asses while we sleep off the sea of expensive drugs which are our lives.

The undercurrent whispers to us we are fakes who have chosen to be lead by fakes, wasting and infecting through the very mechanisms in which we have chosen to frame our very thoughts.

We are not yet ready to relinquish our power which is not power. We are not yet ready to gently listen to and be moved by quiet, noble minds; to be guided by the subtleties of the universe.

We are brazen and loud and vitriolic and deserve Bush and worse.