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I hope you will link him to your friends. He's retired military intelligence with a short stint as a city cop. He's had a lot of training in things that are important to us these days, and there are some precious nuggets scattered between the videos he's done just since last Sunday that I want to make sure we get under the noses of our partisan pinhead friends. He's Tea Party. The original one. Just goddam pay attention to him for a little while and you tell me he isn't worth every drop of our solidarity. Go ahead. I dare you.
I admit that I was frightened back into a partisan bent by Dubya. It was stupid... stupid cubed... and I so totally did it. My excuse is that the naked fascism of that administration right after stealing the 2000 election, and then doing it again in 2004, knocked me off my rocker. I did actually think that it was a rogue faction of our regular everyday fascist oligarchy going for broke. In my own defense, I was having my suspicions about the Democrats too, but mostly I was putting most of my eggs in my liberal basket anyway. The Republicans were freakin' me out. The other mitigating point is that I did drop it within a couple months of Cinderella proving himself to be Bush On Steroids.
I didn't let my molten wish to retreat into normalcy bias completely turn out my lights. Actually, I have a bunch more really, really persuasive excuses for my bad behavior, and there's this little nice girl in here yammering for me to just entertain you by enumerating them here colorfully so no buddhas in all posterity would actually suspect me of being a bad girl, but I'll spare you the hair ribbons.
Dubya knocked me all the way off anything approximating balance and I was too full of seriously righteous indignation to bother even buffering my own idiocy between the years 2000 and 2009. That's ten years of near complete waste. I don't get points back for them having plotted to do that to me. Nossirreebub. I do not. I may get some points back for there having been a flicker of real intelligence back there trying to be heard for at least five of the ten years. I think I could give myself that much... but it ain't much and it ain't enough in my book.
So when I keep screaming for you to stop being pinheads and for you to make everybody you know stop too, I'm not doing this from some sort of perch of brilliant infallibility. The deal is: Each of us has to do it for real ourselves.
Get 'er done. I can't take any more jackasses. I am a thousand times sorry I did this world to you, but I'm not doing it to you anymore. So, goddammit, listen to me!
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