Smell of tar and feathers in the morning

Well, what the fock? Why is it that a guy has to go clear the hell to Taipei to find anyone who agrees that the Democratic Pussy Mafia running the national party out of the Westhampton Country Club -- election results or not -- is still a bunch of idiots? See: http://www.pekingduck.org/archives/004326.php

As my newfound friends in Taipei probably already know, right now the Democrats over here are dancing around the head of Donald Rumsfeld like a scene from Lord of the Flies. And every other Yankee liberal north of  Virginia seems to think they are shitting in the tall cotton now, and all they gotta do from here on out is foist Hillary Clinton on the rest of us poor miserabe bastards unfortunate enough to be called Democrats because we don't have the balls to become heavily armed libertarians.

Personally, I love the smell of tar and feathers in the morning and am quite willing to march on the White House as we speak. But I also consider myself a compassionate man, and am perfectly willing to let Bush's cabinet choose whether they wanna play the mommy or the daddy in the Big House, then move on to the real problems, such as the fact that a fucking gallon of Old Grandad is nearly 50 bucks in Virginia, or the fact that we are now a nation of people, half of whom were happy to elect a bunch of war criminals -- TWICE! -- and still are.

Now, lo and beshit, the Democrats have rescued us, if you can call running around like chickens with their heads up their asses while the Republicans did what they always do, get caught stealing the national kitty while bombing the hell out of some miserable piece of dirt as a distraction, thereby self-destructing in 12 years as usual, but getting obscenely rich in the process.

So now we get to watch the only bloodless bitch who can give Hillary a run for the money when it comes to "the sneer behind the smile," Nancy Pelosi. Then it's on to the main act, in which we watch Honey Boy Obama "pass" in elite liberal society as a goddamned negro, for christ sake! Will wretched wonders never end?

I don't know a single black person who is nearly as impressed with B.O. as they are with Bill Clinton, and yes, most of them DO understand that Clinton fucked everybody who actually works for a living with his shell game called NAFTA.

Aw shit. Now I've gone and pissed in the liberal punch bowl again, so I guess it's no more fancy little water crackers with brie and truffle preserves for me at the next insider Democratic fundraiser.  Hell, I'm too fat anyway.

Howz the grits in Taipei guys?

-- Joe Bageant