Thursday, September 02, 2004

Woe and begone to the right-wing

No one could have said it better than Garrison Keillor:

The party of Lincoln and Liberty was transmogrified into the party of hairy-backed swamp developers and corporate shills, faith-based economists, fundamentalist bullies with Bibles, Christians of convenience, freelance racists, misanthropic frat boys, shrieking midgets of AM radio, tax cheats, nihilists in golf pants, brownshirts in pinstripes, sweatshop tycoons, hacks, fakirs, aggressive dorks, Lamborghini libertarians, people who believe Neil Armstrong's moonwalk was filmed in Roswell, New Mexico, little honkers out to diminish the rest of us, Newt's evil spawn and their Etch-A-Sketch president, a dull and rigid man suspicious of the free flow of information and of secular institutions, whose philosophy is a jumble of badly sutured body parts trying to walk. Republicans: The No.1 reason the rest of the world thinks we're deaf, dumb and dangerous.

Ya' got that exactly right Garrison.

What have we not heard from the podium in Madison Square Garden. We haven't heard about the economy. Small wonder since the Dim Son has presided over the most jobs lost, both internally, and from lack of interest in preventing big business moving jobs overseas, since that famous economic hero of the neo-cons, Herbert Hoover.

We heard a lot about something called terror. But in an abstract, fool me once-- can't pin me down again, sort of way. We didn't hear about the face that is on terra' in 'Merica, Osama. He might be in a cave in Afganistan, he might be living in luxury next door to the Pfat Jerry (the Jerk) Pfallwel -- who wasn't even invited to NYC -- they keep him so far out of sight even the SETI Institute couldn't find him -- he's an ugly man, and they know it, and he represents THEM.

We got to see Zig-Zag-Zell. Who has grazed on so many sides of the political fence that he must have a kangeroo for a recent ancestor -- and -- a pet rat in his pocket. Zig was definitely off his lithium Wed night. Ms Zag needs to monitor both his meds and suggest a good plastic surgeon.

The convention organizers did ask Unca' Vice President, the Fearless Dick, not to snarl. He almost managed to do it. But one could tell that he really resented the thought of coming out of his hidy-hole to address real people.

The whole dog and pony show will backfire on all of them.

It's the economy stupid ... and the Demos laid a trap for them, and they fell into it. James Carville must be laughing his ass off.

As for the Smirk? Send his sorry, inarticulate, incompetent butt back to a place that deserves him. Texas is fine -- Tinian Island would be better -- and let him put the needle to his fellow believers, who beg him for mercy while he is mocking them, one at a time, rather than putting the shaft wholesale to my Army half a world away.


1 Comments:

Blogger sduke said...

John

I love your page and your comments. I found out about your page from Vic's avoid list.

Well done and keep 'em' coming.

steve

12:41 PM, September 02, 2004  

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