Pretty Curtains for Mitch
|Yurtle the Fascist|
-From My Facebook page, 8/2/13
|Stella Louise Crist|
Life is beautiful.
Yeah (forgive me for gloating but....) as I said on this site well over two years ago, the so-called "Tea Party" was the Frankenstein Monster, created by the Republicans, that would come back to destroy them. It is happening as I write these words. Are you ready for their beef against Mitch McConnell?
"HE'S TOO DAMN LIBERAL! He's just some DAMN Com'nist who goes walkin' 'round dressed like some DAMN, New York JEW lawyer! They oughta put up his statue up in the DAMN Kremlin!"
You heard it, boys and girls; our boy Mitch is too much of an extreme, bomb throwing Lefty for these nitwits to handle. I'll tell you what: show me a political party that has arrived at the curious notion that Mitch McConnell is not right wing enough for their tastes, and I'll show you a political party that has taken leave of their senses - an understatement if ever there was one.
This is a request I've made before, but I need to make again:
Please, if anybody out there knows of a more reprehensible snake slithering through the halls of our nation's capital than Mitch McConnell, I'd really like to hear about it. Call me or email me. They just don't get much more corrupt and thoroughly disgusting than good ol' Mitch. The guy is capable of sending my thoughts to places where they don't normally travel - as I related four months ago on this very site:
"I have this dream of beating the distinguished gentleman from Kentucky to a fucking, bleeding pulp. Confronting him in a dark alley somewhere in the District of You-Know-Where, I can visualize pounding his skull to the very edge of existence. Once he got the message, I might then be seriously tempted to set the decrepit old son-of-a-bitch on fire - just to keep things interesting, you understand. But that kind of treatment would be much too harsh and brutal - even for the likes of Mitch McConnell. Just stuff the bruised and bloodied little bastard into a dumpster behind some third-rate pizzeria on K Street, where he can think things over whilst he recuperates."
Harsh stuff, I know. But it was only a weird daydream of mine. Rest assured, violence has never been my schtick - not even against a reprehensible old bugger like Mitch McConnell. I'm a Gandhi/Jesus kinda dude - not to worry. It's just that the guy brings out the very worst in me - as that little tirade amply demonstrates. I'll be fine, I promise.
All bet's are off for next year. Mitch is now less popular with his constituency than any politician in recent memory. Rotten mangoes and scarlet fever are polling better these days. He has found himself in one of those unenviable, damned-if-he-does and damned-if-he-don't predicaments. If he moves too far to the right in order to appease the extremists, he only alienates people with an IQ above room temperature. His dilemma is that he doesn't dare nudge himself even an inch toward the center. Heaven help him if he even thinks of going in that direction. That is why Mitch McConnell - and the entire Republican party - are within a few short years of disappearing.
These are the good old days.
The photograph near the top of the page is of Kentucky native, Susan Rudd. She was my maternal great-grandmother. She died very young, never even living to see the dawn of the twentieth century. My grandfather, Walter Clements, did not even retain a single memory of her. The photo on the left is of he and I, taken in the summer of 1971, right around the time of my thirteenth birthday. He passed away in August of 1975. That's my heritage, folks!
The Rachel Maddow Show
This is an essay of Rachel's from last year, calling Mitch on the carpet for his (not "imagined" as he claims) war against women.
I love Rachel Maddow. Just my luck - the girl of my dreams turns out to be a lesbian. I'm having that kind of life.
by John Lennon
Mind Games (1973) was one of John Lennon's greatest and, inexplicably, most overlooked LP's. At the time it came out in the autumn of that year, most of the critics dismissed it as trash. Pity. It only proves once again (as if any more proof was really needed) that Dr. Winston O'Boogie was decades ahead of his time. THIS ONE CRANKS, BABY!
He's gone - and he's not coming back.
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"The Rant" by Tom Degan