Can I just say how psyched and yet at the same time appalled and sad I am to witness the veritable cascade of financial scandals that is currently drowning the Republican party? Indeed, my emotions are mixed...the glee of schadenfreude, the relief of knowing that Diebold may finally no longer be in a position to fix our elections, the joy of discovering that at least the justice system in this country is not yet completely corrupt, and yet the misery, pain, and shame involved in contemplating the fact that this gang of venal, cynical, treasury-bilking assholes 1) got into power 2) got re-elected and 3) are the cronies of a president who is STILL SITTING IN THE WHITE HOUSE.
But I'll tell you one thing I am absolutely NOT feeling is surprise.
I always knew these bastards were corrupt, just like I always knew that Iraq didn't have weapons of mass destruction. And I knew it because I was looking at how they acted as more important than what they said. Healthy Forests Initiative, in a pig's eye. No Child Left Behind, my ass. Clear Skies, ROTFGOTSWILMAO (Rolling On The Floor Gagging On The Smog While I Laugh My Ass Off). From Day One it was clear that all these assholes cared about was gouging us and lining their pockets.
From Day One, I tell ya.This is what happens when you turn over all 3 branches of government to a party whose core value is greed.
OK, maybe that's a little harsh. Maybe I should say their core value is "free enterprise," or "smaller government," or "having the biggest and most expensive military ever cause our defense contractor sugar daddies need their yachts whoops, I'm sorry, I'll start again.
Yeah, social issues, gay marriage, abortion, the Christmas jihad, yeah yeah yeah. Window-dressing, all of it, dreamed up in the 1980s by Ronald Reagan and his accomplices to hide the fact that the Republican Party's fiscal agenda can be summed up in a line from their favorite text: "To those that have, more shall be given, and to those who have not, the little they have shall be taken from them." This evangelical Christian crap sells $2000-a-plate-fundraiser tickets and it keeps the voters at the polls, but the real party operatives, the ones that actually set the agenda and pay Rove the big bucks to make the magic happen, they are about cold hard cash and plenty of it. Mama may have, and papa may have, but God bless the neocon who's got his own.
So to see big, fat, smelly scandals dropping from the elephant's posterior as it stamps across the map of the 21st century does not surprise me in the least. It is what you would expect from a party whose success derives solely from their ability to transform politics into an empty, cynical, surfaces-only game in which all that matters is getting power any way you can and hanging on to it until you can cash in.
All I want for Christmas is for the 49% of the country to wake up and decide they are tired of the smell of elephant shit and they want these bastards out. That's all I want.
Well, that's not ALL I want, but I'd take it as a start.
Yeesh, I tell you,
The Plaid Adder