Democrats, Admit It: We're Idiots

style="float: left; margin: 0 10px" >Every morning we get up and hear the same news over and
over again, usually centering on one of two things: The Bush
administration's could-give-a-fuck economic campaign to destroy civil
liberties at home and abroad, and the Democrats utter inability to do
anything of substance about it.

And while it has been a terrorizing streak, it has been easy to nail
down, mostly because the too-white Republicans, the vice-president who
runs the country and the puppet president who runs the liquor cabinet
could care less about being accused of sheer hypocrisy. This is, after
all, an administration that can't stop crowing about how much they
support the maimed troops rotting away at Walter Reed, even as they
send more off to die. An administration that warns us daily about the
threat of Middle East terrorism while they sell our ports off to Dubai
and inflame sectarian wars across the Iraq, Iran and, well,
everywhere. An administration who says they'll fire anyone for
compromising the national security of the nation, unless of course
it's one of their own that does it, in which case they'll do nothing
at all, so go
fuck yourselves

But then there are the sad-sack Democrats, who voters across the
country in a fit of rage gave the keys to Congress and were rewarded
with half-assed nonbinding resolutions that couldn't even make it past
the Senate. And that's after they crowed about all they were going to
do in 100 hours. After that? You're on your own suckers!

Why? Well for starters, Clinton and Obama have another whiny bitchfest
on the docket, an election to plan for, and other non-essential
extracurricular activities to attend to, all while those same soldiers
rot away inside Walter Reed because of the war their sorry ilk
rubber-stamped. Meanwhile, the jackass Joe Lieberman they thought
would help Gore win the 2000 election ended up turning heel and
finally becoming the worthless Republican we all knew he was. And they
say Nader cost us the 2000 election. The fucking gall.

Is it any wonder the Bush administration steamrolled right over these
pussies while implementing a href="">PNAC plan for
energy domination disguised as a urgent need to disarm a country
we already knew had no WMD? Is it any wonder that these same losers
now look back in anger at their 2002 War Authorization red carpet, not
because it was wrong or stupid or easily damned, but because it might
cost them an election in 2008?

And so it is without a hint of irony whatsoever that John Kerry, a
grandfather clock on its last pendulum swing, recently href=""
target="blank">complained in the Washington Post that he has "had
enough of nonbinding" resolutions, or that the Democrats next
chowderheaded chess move is to repeal that 2002 megablunder, five
years and thousands of corpses too late. And sure, better late than
never, but never is really what you get with the Democrats in this
barely born new millennium. All it takes is one scan near the bottom
of the Post's piece on the repeal to smack the optimists upside the
head with a hyperreality check:

"More important, the legislation may include a waiver that the
president or defense secretary could invoke to deploy troops who are
not fully combat-ready, Democratic aides said. That way, the commander
in chief's hands would not be tied."

Well, I feel better already. I'm sure the voters who turned out en
masse to collectively call bullshit on the reign of Cheney and Bush
the crashing buffoon want nothing more than their hands to be free to
wreak even more havoc on the world, at the nation's expense. And what
an expense: taget="blank">According to McClatchy, "The percentage of poor
Americans who are living in severe poverty has reached a 32-year high,
millions of working Americans are falling closer to the poverty line
and the gulf between the nation's 'haves' and 'have-nots' continues to

Think about that: A 32-year high. At the beginning of this
administration's reign, we had an economic surplus. Ever since the
Democrats enabled this thieving band of corporate criminals, we've
moved it into Exxon and Halliburton's pockets and screwed everyone
else in the process. Look, the comb-licking Paul Wolfowitz is href=""
target="blank">on his way back to Iraq right now, coming back into
the fold like the neocon prodigal son we all knew he was. And just
what do you think he's going to do when he gets there? What else? Ask
the Government Accountability Project:

"'This is exactly what he shouldn't be doing and what the [World Bank]
board was initially afraid that he would do, which is to use the
financial resources of the World Bank to take some of the heat off the
U.S. Treasury and U.S. policy,' Bea Edwards of the Washington-based
watchdog group Government Accountability Project told IPS. In a
previous statement, Edwards argued that 'Wolfowitz's apparent
determination to use the World Bank to further questionable American
military goals in the Middle East is a fundamental distortion of the
Bank's mission, a violation of its founding Articles of Agreement, and
a reckless waste of donor resources.'"

And so another day passes, and the sea levels rise href=""
target="blank">higher than expected. href="">Exponology
goes into overdrive, and the grift goes on. Meanwhile, the
Democrats decide to use what precious time we have left on this planet
to revisit a monumental fuck-up that happened years ago, in another
lifetime practially, when they decided to rely on the national
intelligence href="">rather
than their own.

I may be relatively young, but I've been a political animal since I
could talk. And I have never been as ashamed of my country, my party
or my politicians in my entire life. And you should be too, whether
you're in on the grift or not. So I'm asking you to do something about
it. Go target="blank">Howard Beale on these mutherfuckers. Prank them,
spank them, Sherman tank them, but do not sit idly by anymore while
they ruin what wondrous possibility is left in this country as climate
change encroaches and liars breed like roaches. This country talks the
talk, but will it walk the walk? Is it truly for the people, by the
people? Or is it another Rome, whose spectacular fall is mere seconds
away, lost in a soup of hyperreal distraction? You decide.