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Apr. 16th, 2004
The mother of all Doc-rants
Apr. 16th, 2004 08:09 pmYa know, after hearing about how Flush Limbo is insinuating that the Clintons are just waiting to assassinate John Kerry, I have at last reached my limit. It is time and past for me to say just how the blue fuck I feel about the Far Reich and their Levitican puppet masters. Believe me, folks, up until now I've been holding back. So if any of my friends on the right don't want to hear how I feel, then I advise you just to go ahead and move on from this post.
No, really. I refuse to lj-cut this, so I'm giving you the equivalent of spoiler space to spare your feelings. Therefore, a short section of one of my favorite Monty Python sketches:
Counsellor And these, er, these lions ... how high are they?
Anchovy (indicating a height of one foot) Well they're about so high, you know. They don't frighten me at all.
Counsellor Really. And do these lions eat ants?
Anchovy Yes, that's right.
Counsellor Er, well, Mr Anchovy ... I'm afraid what you've got hold of there is an anteater.
Anchovy A what?
Counsellor An anteater. Not a lion. You see a lion is a huge savage beast, about five feet high, ten feet long, weighing about four hundred pounds, running forty miles per hour, with masses of sharp pointed teeth and nasty long razor-sharp claws that can rip your belly open before you can say 'Eric Robinson', and they look like this.
Still with me? Okay. If you proceed past this point and are still offended, tough shit. I've given you plenty of chances to go elsewhere.
I am fed the fuck up. I watch as that gibbering mindless bastard masquerading as the leader of the free world stumbles through his press conference the other night like some sort of nightmare version of Rain Man. I listen as the woman supposedly in charge of national security reveals herself to be either a colossal liar or so far out of the loop she's got no damn business being national security receptionist, much less in charge. I watch as the Far Reich mobilizes to character assassinate Richard Clarke based on his assertion that Das Weiße Haus considered Al-Qaeda to be an important, but not urgent issue prior to That Day. I watch as the smear machine goes into high gear because of testimony Clarke gave after (or was it before? I've lost track.) his leaving office praising Bush. Right. People never change their minds, do they? They conveniently forget that Dubya sent Clarke a letter about the same time, praising Clarke to the skies.
I listen as that piece of slime Robert Novak plays the race card, assuming that the only reason Clarke gave the testimony was because Miz Rice is black. Right, Robert, it's not like he did something noble. Not like, say, revealing a CIA operative who was undercover at the time. Fucking moron.
I listen as Robert Frist petulantly asserts that Clarke had no right to apologize to the families of That Day, that it was all a theatrical stunt. Who the fuck is the idiot to say, one way or the other?
You want a war, George? You've got one. I am your worst nightmare given flesh. I am a pissed off liberal who is not afraid to take you on head to head and point out your lies, stupidity and outright deceit. I am a pissed off liberal who is bone weary of hearing from pathological idiots like Ann Coulter and Michael Savage that people like me are treasonous and thus need to be put to death because we don't mindlessly parrot the Bushoid agenda. Sod that for a lark, as the British say.
I will take you on, and I will take on the religious establishment who consider gay mariage to be an abomination but sodomizing underage boys is just peachy fucking keen and mustn't be made a big deal of.
You and your ilk have woken up an avenging angel, George Bush. Welcome to my nightmare.
No, really. I refuse to lj-cut this, so I'm giving you the equivalent of spoiler space to spare your feelings. Therefore, a short section of one of my favorite Monty Python sketches:
Counsellor And these, er, these lions ... how high are they?
Anchovy (indicating a height of one foot) Well they're about so high, you know. They don't frighten me at all.
Counsellor Really. And do these lions eat ants?
Anchovy Yes, that's right.
Counsellor Er, well, Mr Anchovy ... I'm afraid what you've got hold of there is an anteater.
Anchovy A what?
Counsellor An anteater. Not a lion. You see a lion is a huge savage beast, about five feet high, ten feet long, weighing about four hundred pounds, running forty miles per hour, with masses of sharp pointed teeth and nasty long razor-sharp claws that can rip your belly open before you can say 'Eric Robinson', and they look like this.
Still with me? Okay. If you proceed past this point and are still offended, tough shit. I've given you plenty of chances to go elsewhere.
I am fed the fuck up. I watch as that gibbering mindless bastard masquerading as the leader of the free world stumbles through his press conference the other night like some sort of nightmare version of Rain Man. I listen as the woman supposedly in charge of national security reveals herself to be either a colossal liar or so far out of the loop she's got no damn business being national security receptionist, much less in charge. I watch as the Far Reich mobilizes to character assassinate Richard Clarke based on his assertion that Das Weiße Haus considered Al-Qaeda to be an important, but not urgent issue prior to That Day. I watch as the smear machine goes into high gear because of testimony Clarke gave after (or was it before? I've lost track.) his leaving office praising Bush. Right. People never change their minds, do they? They conveniently forget that Dubya sent Clarke a letter about the same time, praising Clarke to the skies.
I listen as that piece of slime Robert Novak plays the race card, assuming that the only reason Clarke gave the testimony was because Miz Rice is black. Right, Robert, it's not like he did something noble. Not like, say, revealing a CIA operative who was undercover at the time. Fucking moron.
I listen as Robert Frist petulantly asserts that Clarke had no right to apologize to the families of That Day, that it was all a theatrical stunt. Who the fuck is the idiot to say, one way or the other?
You want a war, George? You've got one. I am your worst nightmare given flesh. I am a pissed off liberal who is not afraid to take you on head to head and point out your lies, stupidity and outright deceit. I am a pissed off liberal who is bone weary of hearing from pathological idiots like Ann Coulter and Michael Savage that people like me are treasonous and thus need to be put to death because we don't mindlessly parrot the Bushoid agenda. Sod that for a lark, as the British say.
I will take you on, and I will take on the religious establishment who consider gay mariage to be an abomination but sodomizing underage boys is just peachy fucking keen and mustn't be made a big deal of.
You and your ilk have woken up an avenging angel, George Bush. Welcome to my nightmare.
