Can we call it a quagmire yet? How about "Yet Another Vietnam"? Can we call it Vietnam yet?
Fuck, man. Mission fucking accomplished, you heartless, greedy, chickenhawk motherfuckers on a stick of pure, unadultrated stupid.
I'm fucking talking to you, Middle America, listen up. I'm talking to you, you supposedly religious and godly fundamentalists. I'm talking to you, you stupid, stupid voters that were swayed by Bush's totally ingenuine religiousness and his anti-homosexual rhetoric.
I'm talking to you, you shivering, bleating, mewling, motherfucking fear eaten sheep, stampeding off to your own fucking doom and the wholesale slaughter of innocents.
I'm talking to you, you short-sighted, non-thinking mostly inanimate bundles of nerves and fears and insecurities.
You, you who have everything handed to them on a plate. You, who consume the majority of the world's resources with a fraction of a fraction of the population. You, with the world's most technologically advanced military protecting them.
And yet you still tremble and cower in fear and react like a spoilt child when confronted by anything even marginally different then your own mealy, pasty hallucination of normality. You're not normal, Middle America, you're sick with delusions of grandeur and self-importance, joyously and ignorantly wallowing in your own mental excrement.
Collateral damage, my fat fucking white ass. I wonder if you'd still so willingly and unquestioningly accept the doctrine of collateral fucking damage if it was your own goddamn neighborhoods being blown to shit, if it was your own house that was mistargeted for a precision munition, your own homes torn to shreds by nearby explosions, if it was your own neighborhoods being shattered, if it was your own children who died, if it was your own parents, or god forbid - your own life.
Fuck you, Middle America. Fuck you very much. Thanks a fucking ton. I'm sure that the Iraqi people would love to thank you personally for your magnificence, for your honesty and candor. For your deeply introspective ways and your willingness to lend a hand.
On the upside, as history repeats itself the mainstream media and even the general feel of the general public - along with Bush's incredibly low approval ratings - is kind of starting to look and feel a lot like (what I've read about) the Nixon years just before Watergate and the ensuing impeachment.
Paranoia setting in, Shrub? Walls closing in, maybe? Feeling a little harried and hassled and underappreciated?
Good. You deserve it. I hope you get everything that's coming to you. 'Cause you are a crook and a thief - and worse, a murderer. A murderer of your own people, your own child-soldiers, and a murderer of Soveriegn innocents of foreign countries.
posted by loquacious at 8:17 PM PST on June 1
Fuck, man. Mission fucking accomplished, you heartless, greedy, chickenhawk motherfuckers on a stick of pure, unadultrated stupid.
I'm fucking talking to you, Middle America, listen up. I'm talking to you, you supposedly religious and godly fundamentalists. I'm talking to you, you stupid, stupid voters that were swayed by Bush's totally ingenuine religiousness and his anti-homosexual rhetoric.
I'm talking to you, you shivering, bleating, mewling, motherfucking fear eaten sheep, stampeding off to your own fucking doom and the wholesale slaughter of innocents.
I'm talking to you, you short-sighted, non-thinking mostly inanimate bundles of nerves and fears and insecurities.
You, you who have everything handed to them on a plate. You, who consume the majority of the world's resources with a fraction of a fraction of the population. You, with the world's most technologically advanced military protecting them.
And yet you still tremble and cower in fear and react like a spoilt child when confronted by anything even marginally different then your own mealy, pasty hallucination of normality. You're not normal, Middle America, you're sick with delusions of grandeur and self-importance, joyously and ignorantly wallowing in your own mental excrement.
Collateral damage, my fat fucking white ass. I wonder if you'd still so willingly and unquestioningly accept the doctrine of collateral fucking damage if it was your own goddamn neighborhoods being blown to shit, if it was your own house that was mistargeted for a precision munition, your own homes torn to shreds by nearby explosions, if it was your own neighborhoods being shattered, if it was your own children who died, if it was your own parents, or god forbid - your own life.
Fuck you, Middle America. Fuck you very much. Thanks a fucking ton. I'm sure that the Iraqi people would love to thank you personally for your magnificence, for your honesty and candor. For your deeply introspective ways and your willingness to lend a hand.
On the upside, as history repeats itself the mainstream media and even the general feel of the general public - along with Bush's incredibly low approval ratings - is kind of starting to look and feel a lot like (what I've read about) the Nixon years just before Watergate and the ensuing impeachment.
Paranoia setting in, Shrub? Walls closing in, maybe? Feeling a little harried and hassled and underappreciated?
Good. You deserve it. I hope you get everything that's coming to you. 'Cause you are a crook and a thief - and worse, a murderer. A murderer of your own people, your own child-soldiers, and a murderer of Soveriegn innocents of foreign countries.
posted by loquacious at 8:17 PM PST on June 1
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