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Sun Jan-13-08 11:11 PM
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It's Not the Heat - It's the Stupidity

Edited on Sun Jan-13-08 11:24 PM by NanceGreggs

When George Will speaks, I listen. That’s because I love a good laugh.

And Georgie’s latest, “Dismal Signs for the GOP”, didn’t disappoint.

The esteemed Mr. Will has now joined the oh-woe-is-us Republicans, an ever-growing group of GOP insiders, operatives and pundits who would clean up on a lesser-known-celebrities edition of “Jeopardy” so long as all of the categories were entitled The Bleedin’ Obvious.

The real side-splitting guffaws arise from the fact that people like Will – along with the other WE'RE DOOMED! club members – are the same people who have been telling us throughout the seven disastrous years of the Bush administration that everything is hunky-dorey.

“Bush knows what he’s doing in Iraq”, has been the battle cry since the launch of Shock ‘n Awe, and victory, they assured us, was just around that next corner waiting to be turned. So here we are, years later, having spent billions of dollars, destroyed a nation, killed hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians, brought our own military to the breaking point, created a Middle East situation that is even more unstable than it was before we went in, and the only progress we have to show for it is
the wad of dough in Dick Cheney’s pockets, along with the other war-profiteers who have made a killing – and please DON’T pardon the pun – in the business of bilking the taxpayer out of their hard-earned money to a fund a quagmire.

Under the careful guidance of BushCo, a wholly-owned corporation promoted at every opportunity by the George Wills of the world, we have gone from being the most respected nation on the planet to being globally reviled, the country is less safe than it was on 9-11, and the long-forgotten promise of bringing respectability back to DC politics has turned out to be a belching, farting frat-boy who can’t string two words together without mispronouncing both of them, a VP who’s too busy shooting his friends in the face to remember what branch of government his office is part of, an AG who can’t remember anything, and a long list of highly moral and ethical standard-bearers who have chosen to spend more time with their families while lawyering-up in hopes of avoiding indictment and looming prison sentences.

While George Will et al were reminding Americans that Bush and his cohorts were doing a heckava job, the rich have become richer, the poor have become poorer, and the middle-class have recognized that the trickle-down effect smells a lot like more like piss than money – and goes just as far in filling up the gas tank as piss usually does.

The country’s debt is now higher than the waterline on a New Orleans roof, and the party of fiscal responsibility has spent so much of the country’s money, they make the Russian tsars look like misers.

And now, after seven years of this debacle, cheerleaders like George Will are cryin’ in their beer – the one they were so anxious to have with the mindless idiot they couldn’t wait to see sitting in the Oval Office – over the fact that that same idiot has single-handedly reduced their once-powerful party to a bunch of pitiful stragglers standing on the street corner, tin-cup in hand, preaching Christian values and Jesus-sanctioned torture while begging for enough quarters to get one of their own elected dog-catcher in East Bumfuck, Idaho.

Here’s some advice for Mr. Will and his ilk: If you want to win a race where the American voter is the ultimate Decider Guy, it’s always a good idea to be rooting for the side that hasn’t outsourced his job, wiped out his savings, cancelled his medical insurance, raised the cost of putting food on his family (heh, heh, heh), made it financially impossible to send his kids to college, forced his wife to leave the toddlers in daycare because they can’t survive on one income, increased the price of the gas he needs to get to work, killed his kid in Iraq because Hallibuton’s profits were more important than body-armour, and taken away his Constitutional rights while telling him how well things are going while you’re making the world safe for the same kind of democracy you’ve utterly destroyed in his own homeland.

It’s always nice to be on the winning side, George – but then, you wouldn’t know about that, would you? Not this time around, and probably not ever again in your lifetime.

Well, ain’t life a bitch?

It's Not the Heat - It's the Stupidity

Wake up America!:kick:

Wake up America!:kick: