Fed Up!

Geniuses…

Well, in their infinite wisdom, the brainiacs that run the Democratic party have decided that it will be fun and productive to pick a fight with right-wing radio douche-bag, bloviator at large, and putzy ego-maniac Rush Limbaugh. Apparently the Democrats have made a conscious choice to cast Limbaugh as the “voice of the Republican party.” This seriously frustrates me. The only person this helps is Rush Limbaugh. The Democrats may believe that they make themselves look better by casting the Republican party as a party of shallow-minded hypocritical bigots who aren’t capable of critical thought – but they are just dead wrong!

The fact of the matter is that the Republicans and the Democrats make up our political system and it is the push and pull, the back and forth, the respectful disagreements, that make our system the great political system that it can be.

In other words – a team plays better when they face stronger opponents. It is in the interest of the Democrats, and all of us, for the Republicans to be presented as a vital, challenging, competent part of our political system.

I just, this, it’s the same crap we’ve been shoveling for the last who knows how many years? And it’s what I thought we were rejecting when the people got together and put the nation’s most unlikely candidate in the most powerful position in the world.

Stop with the Game Playing!

This really makes me spitting mad. Rahm Emmanuel and the Democratic leadership are just playing petty games; gotcha and grab-ass. It’s sickening. We are in the midst of war without end and financial ruin and our damned politicians are too caught up in the feeding of their own egos to care. What do they really know anyway? Do you know anyone who takes a damned limousine to work? I’ve had it with these people. They take our money and they play games with it – live in their estates and their ivory towers. We need leaders who give a damn about something other than their own personal power.

Don’t get me wrong – I’m in the Obama camp. I think if anyone can change the tone in Washington it is this man. I just don’t know if the tone can be changed. There are too many insiders and behind the scenesters who have become invaluable in navigating the corridors of power. They know the rules too well to be driven out.

The Real Power

I figure this has to be where the real power is – not in the Oval Office – but in those secret offices we don’t know about. It rests in the hands of the same people who have always wielded it. And they have been warped and mutated by their contiguous flow of power. This is the sharp double-edge of wielding power; beware to those who lust after it – it will twist you, mash you, give you the bends, Montezuma’s Revenge, and a nasty case of psychological rickets all rapped up in a neat little foil package. You think you hold the most delicious candy in your hand, but when you un-wrap it, it turns out what you have is a steaming little coin of dog-shit. Only by the it’s too late – you’ve become addicted to the shit. You look in the mirror and you don’t recognize the monstrous mask staring back at you, salivating onto your tailored suit, standing in your gilded office. Too late for you compadre – you sold your soul and now the devil wants his tax.

Whoa – I got a little carried away there. I probably ought to write about Saint Patrick’s Day. Trouble is brewing in Ireland again as a police officer was shot dead – a splinter IRA faction took credit for the assassination. In Afghanistan thousands of women gathered together to pray for peace. The women are tired of losing their brothers, sons, and husbands. They’ve been dealing with war for over thirty years now. War, death, brutality, endless misery. Our answer – more troops. More bullets, more bombs, more death, more suffering. More of the same.

Saint Patrick’s Day

Okay – Saint Patrick’s Day – my birthday. I’ll be at the Maltese playing some music so come by and buy me a beer or a whiskey! I promise my set won’t be as dreary as this week’s column has become.

This upcoming week also represents the first day of Spring! Hurray! Our tulips are days away from blooming and we’ve already been blasted with scent from exploding Narcissus. We’re coming into a period of renewal and growth – maybe we can leave some of this death behind us.

Madbob@madbob.com