Now that the thrill of the massacre is over
Isn’t it sweet when she sucks on your veins
Glimpses of grandeur now faced with defeat
I’ve waited so long
Now that your kingdom of Babylon’s fading
where will you turn when you can’t find Your soul?
the Tea Party-Babylon
Ah, poor Dubya. I’d hate him if only he weren’t so clearly a sock puppet. Whatever they did to the poor bastard to make him a viable presidential robot obviously broke something inside of him. It’s sad to see him constantly whimpering that no one supports his ‘democracy building’ initiatives.
But never mind that. I’m not here to piss on the guy anymore. It’s beside the point.
I’m here to declare victory. Yes you heard me right. It’s all over but the crying. I realize that’s a bold statement, but it’s patently obvious that whatever support he had in most quarters has dissolved. His war is lost, his base is turning against him, and his retarded flailing is bad for business. Sometime in the last couple weeks the force shifted and everyone and their dog can smell George’s blood.
So I imagine that in short order we’ll see what’s left of the neocon agenda unravel entirely. There’s probably enough scrutiny out there to preempt any manufactured terrorist events from having any useful purpose. The real powers have enough to deal with without this clown and his gang of fanatics whipping the populace into a frenzy. When gas is $5.00 a gallon, and the housing bubble bursts, no one wants this embarrassment still sitting in the white house. He’s too obvious of a scapegoat for a soon to be enraged populace. There aint enough troops to control Iraq, let alone a combustible homefront in the grip of social upheaval. Far better to shuffle George off the stage and replace him with a less controversial puppet to help calm things down and gird the american people for ‘tough times ahead’.
Which is not to say it’s smooth sailing. Like I say, there are plenty of gut punches coming from the reality priesthood, but they’re about to toss the scapegoats out the exit hatch, and get on with the real plans. Namely a grab-back of resources and wealth to make the great depression look like a garage sale.
But for the moment I will kick back and look forward to George’s long-deserved public asswhuppin, and have a drink in honor of old Hunter S. Thompson, god rest his soul, who sadly didn’t live to see his prediction come true.
Immediately after the first debate ended I called Muhammad Ali at his home in Michigan, but whoever answered said the champ was laughing so hard that he couldn’t come to the phone. “The debate really cracked him up,” he chuckled. “The champ loves a good ass-whuppin’. He says Bush looked so scared to fight, he finally just quit and laid down.”
…”What is that horrible smell in the office, Tex? It’s making me sick.”
“That is the smell of a Loser, Senator. He came in to apply for a job, but we tossed him out immediately. Sgt. Sloat took him down to the parking lot and taught him a lesson he will never forget.”
“Good work, Tex. And how are you coming with my new Enemies List? I want them all locked up. They are scum.”
“We will punish them brutally. They are terrorist sympathizers, and most of them voted against you anyway. I hate those bastards.”
“Thank you, Sloat. You are a faithful servant. Come over here and kneel down. I want to reward you.”
That is the nature of high-risk politics. Veni Vidi Vici, especially among Republicans. It’s like the ancient Bedouin saying: As the camel falls to its knees, more knives are drawn.
…They all loved the whiff. It is the perfect drug for War — as long as you are winning — and Hitler thought he was King of the Hill forever. He had created a new master race, and every one of them worshipped him. The new Hitler youth loved to march and sing songs in unison and dance naked at night for the generals. They were fanatics.
That was sixty-six years ago, far back in ancient history, and things are not much different today. We still love War.
George Bush certainly does. In four short years he has turned our country from a prosperous nation at peace into a desperately indebted nation at war.
…Bush is a natural-born loser with a filthy-rich daddy who pimped his son out to rich oil-mongers. He hates music, football and sex, in no particular order, and he is no fun at all.
…We were angry and righteous in those days, and there were millions of us. We kicked two chief executives out of the White House because they were stupid warmongers. We conquered Lyndon Johnson and we stomped on Richard Nixon — which wise people said was impossible, but so what? It was fun. We were warriors then, and our tribe was strong like a river.
That river is still running. All we have to do is get out… while it’s still legal, and we will wash those crooked warmongers out of the White House.
Justice delayed, but never denied, George. History will stomp all over you and everyone like you. You aren’t the first. Buh-Bye. Victory party in the comments!
Hunter S. Thompson 1937-2005 R.I.P.