As a respectable journal of political thought, this blog is probably no place for the wild, unsubstantiated vitriol I’m about to spit in the general direction of our Piss-Poor Tin-Pot Despot, aka President of the United States George W. Bush. But it’s Friday, I’m slightly hung over, and my recent posts have all been far too erudite for my own taste.
So lemme just lay this out here. Watching Clinton’s appearance on Fox News, Keith Olberman’s defence of same, et al., I am more and more convinced that we are in the midst of a great struggle for the soul of our civilization. We stand at a historical crossroads. It’s for us to choose fear or courage. Bush chose fear for us, and maybe we should remember the words of Yoda – “anger comes from fear.”
It’s time for us to chose courage. Where’s the outrage, people? In a sane world, this country would be shut down from a general strike, all of us camped out on the highways and the streets shutting this thing down, DEMANDING that Bush step aside for someone less willing to treat America like the helmetless bitch on his hell-bound Harley.
Our president is a wank. Maybe the Wank of Wanks (note: that’s “WW”, or W^2). Let’s call this like it is. Take the gloves off ye Libs, lord knows the enemies of truth and freedom have been beating us with their bare knuckles for a long time … and they just made that legal for we prisoners of injustice.
The Kulturkampf is on — time to fight to win.
batten down the hatches, mateys. Let’s take it to the bastards, eh?