REPEATED, BECAUSE IT'S WORTH REPEATING:
Why Vote Against Republicans? Because Fuck Them
By THE RUDE PUNDIT:
America, the good ol' placecountry-regionUSA, is a country that was
brought into existence by groups of terrorists and insurgents aided by
foreign powers. Its first rallying document was the Declaration of
Independence, a list of reasons why King George III and the British
sucked balls. However, no matter what that hand-scrawled Declaration
told the colonists, a good many people living in StateMassachusetts or
placeStateMaryland could've bottom-lined it for you: "Why revolt
against the British? Because fuck them, that's why."
The history of great movements in this nation, of any nation, is a tale
of people who are finally, at the end of the day, so fed up with the
status quo that all of the rational reasoning mounts and piles up until
it all, in essence, comes down to "Fuck them." ("Them" being, of
course, whoever the powerful are in a historical moment.) The French
Revolution, the American civil rights movement, the struggle against
apartheid in South Africa, all uprisings of the average person, through
the ballot box, the legislative process, or the gun, against those who
are dicking them over. Sure, sometimes it doesn't turn out for the best
and sometimes things get even worse (see the media-manipulated
Republican "revolution" of 1994 with its dunderheaded motto of "Throw
the bums out"), but such is the end result of constant, endless
disempowerment of the masses, the unending thrum of voices calling
wrong what the people know in their guts is right.
Now, even through the deadening fog of Fox "News" rhetoric, multiple
jobs, dying pensions, depleting health care, the waterboard effect of
credit card debt, force-feedings of fatty foods, soul-killing reality
TV, the entire cultural apparatus telling us we must want more and more
stuff and shit, the dead-ends of public debate, government-instilled
paranoia, dementia masking itself as religious faith, the unsubtle
shove towards xenophobic isolation, an antagonistic corporate media,
the vicious street-beating death of American intellectual thought, and
Bush-worship masked as patriotism, through it all, man, all of it, we
have come to this magnificent moment, frightening and exhilarating in
its implications, where we, as a majority, are looking at the ruin and
waste that surrounds us, piles of shit that we are told are mountains
of gold, and we can finally, in this savage season of 2006, at long
last come to say, "You know what? Fuck them."
Fuck them for trying to make us believe that America's acts of mass
destruction, its bumblings into conflagration and apocalypse, in Iraq
are actually just speed bumps, commas, if you will, on the road to a
peaceful world of democratic nations bowing down to blow the cock of
American hegemony.
Fuck them for holding themselves up as arbiters of morality and when
they were confronted with a simple moral equation, they cast their lot
with savages and genocidal maniacs. No, not the embryonic stem cell
research vote, you backwards ass anti-science fundamentalist fucks. On
torture and judicial rights, where even those who proclaimed themselves
defenders of the detained and imprisoned ended up dancing like slut
marionettes on a puppet pole in the Oval Office when it came down to
actually, say, defending the detained and imprisoned.
Fuck them for making Americans fucking hated around the world, as if
we're all ex-Nazis or, maybe more accurately, members of Pinochet's
Chilean army back in the day, squandering the real triumph of
placecountry-regionAmerica as a beacon of rights and fairness. However
unreal that image was, it's better than being "that big ass country
that tortures innocent people."
Fuck them for leaving CityNew Orleans and the placePlaceTypeGulf
PlaceTypeCoast to die, as if somehow those parts of the country were
gangrenous toes that could just be cut off.
Fuck them for telling us we're too stupid or traitorous to understand
what it is they're doing in trying to re-make the earth in their image,
for keeping secrets in the name of their own security while literally
and figuratively selling out ours.
Fuck them for lying to us about so goddamn much, about science, about
their own policies, about what they actually, really were recorded
saying, about what's genuinely important, like the out of control debt
and the melting planet, instead trying to get us to think that, if a
couple of guys wanna get married or if some pop singer's tit jumps out
of her blouse, Godjeebus will smash the earth with his mighty
Bible-club of divine justice.
Fuck them for...well, you know what? Just fuck them.
Fuck them all, all the Republicans in Congress, all members the
conservative spooge-bucket brigade, all their corporate masters yanking
on their nipple clips and shoving cold cash up their asses for their
obeisance, all the liars and sinners and avaricious rats of the
evangelical right, and especially all the wads of fuck in the White
House. They all had their chance and they fucked it up. So fuck them.
When you walk into the voting booth on Tuesday, no matter where, with
that rage burning in you, stab that motherfuckin' punch card, beat the
shit out of that Diebold touch screen, and yell, "Fuck them" as you
vote them into oblivion.
And if on Wednesday morning it turns out they've dicked us over one
more time by hacking the vote, by screwing with the polls, then maybe
we've reached a point in this placecountry-regionAmerica where it's
time to fight or flee. |
