Best Post Ever - May the Road Rise to Meet You in the Face, You Treasonous Son of a Bitch

This is NOT MINE, I was reading my daily run of blogs and I found this... it is great!!!

http://www.first-draft.com/2009/01/may-the-road-rise-to-meet-you-in-the-face-you-treasonous-son-of-a-bitch.html

As you ride off into the sunset of whatever life is left to you, I find myself wishing many things. I wish, for example, that I believed in the afterlife described by my childhood priests, so that I could imagine the orderlies in Hell preparing you a bed. Which would be chained to the wall by the way, and you chained to it, as a hurricane bore down upon you.

I wish I believed in the courage of Congressional Democrats to investigate and prosecute the wrongs you directed be done in America's name.

I wish I thought we'd figured this out, and would be smarter the next time some shallow snake-oil salesman comes by to tell us government sucks and we should elect him so he can prove it.

I wish I could cling to some notion of cosmic justice that would give you yours threefold back again, so that at least you wouldn't get to stand around and smirk that once again, you lazy, fratty asshole, you've gotten away with something.

Most of all, though, I wish you had been a better president. I wish you had done the job well. Contrary to the arguments made by your defenders, I didn't root for you to fail. I never did. I greeted your installment by the Supreme Court with exhaustion and resignation, and your first few months in office with general skepticism, but I never thought, "Boy, I hope he just falls on his face and kills a lot of people and wrecks our economy and blows holes in the sand for five years." I thought, "Maybe it'll be okay. Maybe it won't be so bad."

And when 9/11 happened I said to myself and those around me, Democrats all, "Well, let's see what he does now." My life has not been devoid of stories about unlikely heroes arising from feckless halfwit princelings, so I was prepared for that to happen. Hopeful, even. Who doesn't want everything to be okay? Who doesn't recognize that you being a terrible failure would hurt us far more than it would hurt you?

I wish you had done the job. I wish you had found and tried and executed Osama bin Laden, and rebuilt Afghanistan the way we should have decades ago. I wish you had given us real security, not this dance of removing our shoes and putting lotion in a baggie. I wish you had told us to conserve and sacrifice, not spend and eat. I wish you had listened to those in the armed forces and those in Congress and those on the street when they said, don't invade Iraq. I wish you had listened to Iraqis, afterwards, when they said, help us stop the looting and violence.

I wish you had listened to the Gulf Coast's people when they called out for help. I wish you had listened to the sick and their doctors when they asked you to grant research to cure their disesases. I wish you had listened to women when we said, we value our autonomy.

I wish you had listened to us all when we said we are more than this, we are better than this, ask us and there's nothing we won't give you. I wish you had had faith in us equal to that which we placed in you. And I wish you had been worthy of what we wanted from you, and from ourselves.

I wish you had done and been all of this, but you didn't and you weren't, and so what we're left with are the memories of the dead, the horrors of the living, with boarded-up houses and empty streets, a place so broken we barely recognize it anymore. It's hard to imagine punishment fitting for that. It's hard, having wished all this for you, to wish anything more, but I do:

May you live a life of quiet contemplation of every single one of your failures. May you live a life hemmed in by those you hurt, in a cell physical or otherwise, papered with the faces of your dead. May you be sheltered from the rain of rotten tomatoes and sour heads of cabbage by a small, broken umbrella. May you be gnawed upon by the hunger you fostered in the poor, chilled by the cold from which you refused to shield the homeless, beset by the illnesses you refused to help cure, subjected to the indignities you inflicted upon others.

May your life be long, and healthy, and full of everything you gave to America and the world. May you come to know exactly who you are. May you come to recognize the face in the mirror each morning.

May it give to you a fraction of the nightmares you deserve.

No love at all,

A.

This is something I hope to can some control and turn it into a positive purpose sooner rather than later. Would help immensely to see his trial.

And btw, your sig line sure gave me pause. Twisted my brain in two it did.

Wile E Coyote style, as a great big boulder of justice falls from the heavens.

Somebody with photoshop skills should take up this challenge :)

suffering he has caused. He will go insane. I will put money on it.

He has earned that fate.

Can't forget the bastards who put him in office, and who turned the other way when the little prick did what he did.

"I greeted your installment by the Supreme Court with exhaustion and resignation, and your first few months in office with general skepticism, but I never thought, "Boy, I hope he just falls on his face and kills a lot of people and wrecks our economy and blows holes in the sand for five years."

I never hoped that Bush would fail, but after a while I came to expect it.

Just a couple hours ago, I read where Limpballs is rooting for Obama's failure. What kind of sense does that make? Doesn't he and his disciples realize that by doing so, they are wishing bad things upon themselves and all Americans?

Shaking my head in disbelief.

country and the world. Every night I prayed for him, that he would gain a conscience - every night.

And you're right, limbaugh is calling for the failure of Obama. His rants have racist overtones, and he says it straight out, that he wants him to fail. I'm waiting for limbaugh, a sad excuse for a human being, to disappear.

:patriot:

I wish him no less.

Righteous warmth accompanied
By deceitful tongues
Stay away from processed promises
Let them fear what you know

Let them fear what you know

A malicious smile on their lips
To keep us all under control
Now it's time to rise and demand our due
The whores and their illusions left us bitter and cold
Drench them in their own poison
Spit back the scorn of their ways

Outwin their defect morality, and the words they pray
Consolidate the troops and expose the lies in their eyes
The ones deprived from the ecstasy that binds the neglect
Better lead than being led, earn any victory
For you stand superior above the plague and its mass
The burden of proof rests on your shoulders

(From Cataclysm Children by Dimmu Borgir)

I've not written about this, but Katrina's victims were my people, and the coast and city utterly destroyed were mine. The "NOLA" in my screen neme is for my dear, damaged city. You did NOTHING for days, and even now have put nothing effective in place to help an area that is still devastated, still shocked by the complete ignorance of all we believe our government should do for us, to give us succor in time of need and to raise us up again to become one in its greatness. It was far more important to you to use our resources to kill and maim and tread on the dreams of people against whom we had nothing.

You are, as of noon tomorrow, dead to me. I don't believe in a deity, but for you, I might make an exception, for there is nothing in you or yours that could please a Supreme Being of any kind.

Damn you.