The Backlash

We're nearing the close of day twenty-two without my precious cigarettes and for strange reasons I'm still whipping back slugs of black Kona coffee at ten o'clock in the P.M. This isn't the limp-dick "Kona Blend" variety mixed in at about a ten-to-one ratio alongside some ass-grounds cultivated from the hard scrabble semi-arid piss-dirt of the Mexican province of Chihuahua my dear friends. This is the REAL shit, the variety which keeps you running without proper nutrition for days mumbling bizarre quotes from obscure and long forgotten figures, mere footnotes of far East Asian philosophy. A powerful and bitter elixer that makes a man go blind in the right quantities, the true "white lightning" of the caffeine business for all you caramel latte types.
Having sufficiently poured the foundation of my bitter resentment toward just about everything, let me say this about the recent neo-con chain whipping back in November. It is true the Republican machine took the fragmented resemblance of what will forever be remembered as "the Democrats" behind the proverbial wood shed and beat the piss out of it within a hair of its life. The democrats are dead-meat kids. They'll return under the banner of something else, perhaps a bit leaner, a bit more unified in purpose, maybe a bit more vicious; or perhaps simply an even weaker caricature of the wimpy, gelatinous pile of useless legislative shit holding on to what little it has left right here, right now, in ought five. That party doesn't need a facelift, it needs to be put to sleep while it still has dignity. The boy didn't like putting two cartridges of buck-shot into Old Yeller but his pappy knew damn well it was boy who had to do the killin'.
That said, all I ask is that the neo-con voting block stops bitching about being victimized. Pure and simple, I'm tired of all the red state elephants who don't even know why they voted republican bitching about being the victims of the liberal this or that, I've grown weary of the directionless bitching of those chicken-shit pussies who can take credit for their accomplishments but fail to be held accountable for their failures. I'm tired of wedge-issue politics as well as bumper sticker domestic and international policy and I'll gladly lodge my little size 8-1/2 boot up anybody's self-righteous victimized ass that feels like elaborating on their compartmentalized and myopic vision of the reality in which we live in.