driftglass

i am officially a bad person - i quote 'too liberally' from larisa and driftglass (and jason leopold for different reasons.) - larisa has told me that she doesn't quite mind - i hope driftglass does that same. drifty?

here i go again (in homage) - here's drifty:

"That, at bottom, is what stupid people, drunks and Fundies never grasp: That it is in no way delightful to be the one who sees the disaster hulking out of the darkness.

The analysts who were screaming into the fucktard void of the Bush White House that they needed to wake up and pay attention to al Qaeda and Bin Laden before 9/11 aren’t glad they were right.

The scientists who have been warning us of Global Warming and have been blown off for years as tree-huggy egg-heads because the facts were inconvenient to the Oil Junta that runs America aren’t pleased that the ice caps are melting.

Those who were begging for help before and after Katrina as the Bicycle Chief rode in circles and Heckofajob Brownie worried about the roll of his cuffs aren’t doing smug happy-dances about the death of New Orleans.

The list just goes on and on and on, but the song remains the same. Stupid, venal people amply warned that they were driving us all off yet another cliff.

Stupid, venal people shrieking that everyone else is a traitor and that they didn’t need no smarty-pants liberals telling ‘em how to drive.

Squealing, “Hey, we won, so shut the fuck up.”

Then wheeeeee! Off the cliff we go-go-go…

Then the Bad Thing happens.

Then…crickets and tumbleweed and an airless, freaked-out silence from the Right like unto a mime having a panic attack lying face down in the dust on the dark side of the Moon.

Followed by a spongy, squishy sound made by millions of baffled brows beetling in that damp confusion that the s-l-o-w children get when confronted -- yet again -- with overwhelming evidence of the consequences of their reckless, arrogant moronity.

Followed by a return to their default, factory setting of running in hysterical circles and wildly blaming Evil Liberals or the French or Bill Clinton or feminists or queers for the blood on their own hands and the dead on their own watch.

“We didn’t knooooow!” they wail, as we roll in wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow of evidence that they damned well did know.

“No one could have predicted...,” they whine, as we chopper in ton after ton of proof that Iraq/Katrina/9-11/Global Warming/North Korea/Iran/Every-other-fucking-thing were all quite predictable, and had been foreseen, but their Dear Leader had simply chosen to ignore the inconvenient mile-high, DayGlo warning signs on his way to and from vacation.

‘Cause they won, which means 2+2 no longer equals four Mr. Fancypants liberal.

So they’ll sprint in diminishing circles until the Limbaugh Chip in their tiny heads is reseated by a licensed GOP thrall tech, and which point they’ll blink owlishly for a moment or two, and have that Very Special Republican “Memento” Moment when they forget every single thing that has actually happened in the last thirty years and go right back to being furious at Liberals…for…something.

At which point they take what’s left of the country and hand it right back to the same boobs and hucksters and sociopaths that wrecking it in the first place, and tell everybody to Shut The Hell Up, ‘cause nobody wants to hear from no God Damned negative, critical know-it-all’s yappin' about who did what to who and who drove whose country into oblivion.

It is the same pathetic, shirker's anthem sung by every irresponsible drunk I have ever known.

Alla that’s behind us now, so Shaddap! And besides it was probably all of that angry, negativity that was what really made the car fly off the mountain anyway!

And off we zoom. The Sweet Baby Jesus Dashboard Buddy covering his eyes with his tiny, stigmata-ed hands and moaning for dear life as Dubya mashes down on the accelerator and makes a perfect bee-line for the next precipice, while the Rat People snarl that ain’t no God Damned Liberal gonna show us how to drive.

And then we’re off to the Wacky Races.

Again.

And while there is no point in this drunktard’s mental Moebius loop at which the Republican rank-and-filer's mind ever become susceptible to reason, for a bitterly amusing moment, consider the plight of the average dumbass GOPer and what he has coming at him down the pipe he himself has laid, inch by inch.

He has been told that his Party’s plans in Iraq were well intentioned, but poorly executed. That given enough time, money, dead American and daisy cutters, we could sorta bomb the Iraqis back to the Enlightenment, and from there yummy-yummy democracy would flourish.

Now you and I know this was and is so much bilge water – that this Administration started gearing up to lie us into Iraq literally while the 9/11 fires were still burning – but remember that in the long ago and far away land of 2004"

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