Dear Freepers - Democratic Underground

SweetZombieJesus

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Tue Jul-29-03 01:40 AM
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Dear Freepers

An open letter to you Brownshirt clad types who might be lurking out there:

We see through you, you know.

Every talking point, every ad hominem attack, every logically tortured "argument" you vomit out of your disgraceful holes, we see through. You're all twisting in the wind out there, and we know it, no matter how many talking heads with plastered on smiles you dispatch to scream "all is well", you're going down in flames, just like your beloved Poppy Bush did in WWII. And you've got no one to blame but yourselves. You got too greedy for your own survival, and now that we've caught you with your grubby, sausage fingers in the cookie jar for the umpteenth time, we've had enough. America is going to send you hateful bastards to the showers.

You're just flailing out there in the darkness like wounded jackals, growling and spitting, trying your best to distract us from the fact that you've been mortally wounded. You think you know all the buttons to push to scare us into submission. You're wrong. And like the rest of your brethren, you're a short-sighted fool. You think you're some sort of new century pragmatists, when you're really just the same greedy jackasses from last century with different haircuts.

You think your position is safe? You think your trust funds will continue to bloat at a rate proportionate to your own no doubt corpulent bodies? Wrong again, Nostradamus. The people are with us, and in fact, they never left. You just had them too scared to stand up for themselves for long enough to get sick of it. You like Westerns? I bet you do. Well here's a clue for you: We're Shane, and you're Jack Palance. Do the math.

Your beautiful little idiot king, your blank canvas on which you though you'd paint a glorious Emperor, has turned out to be nothing more than a hideous caricature, and EVERYONE SEES IT. They see through you, you fucking rubes. Your Nero fiddles as the Rome you sought to built burns, and the only ones dancing are you. The rest of us have cancelled our dance lessons and taken up rhetorical tae kwon do, and we're teaching it to everyone we can, and we're gonna feed them your fat, stupid bosses for practice dummies. It's the only job they're qualified for.

America is tired of you. They see through your masters. They've had enough, and they're going to send you packing. It's all slipping through your fingers, and I hope the dust it turns into buries you alive. Everything you've been taught to believe is falling apart at the seams. The new century belongs to us, and we're going to turn them against you for good, one by one, until you're as irrelevant as you've tried to make us. If you're very, very lucky, we'll forget all that idiotic stuff you parroted about social security and we won't force you to live on the streets. Karma's a motherfucker.

Enjoy being obsolete, you cro-magnon fucks. Give my regards to Joe McCarthy.