The Great Debater?
10.01.04 (1:55 am) [edit]Kerry kicked his fucking ass.
Where was this great debater I heard so much about? All these media fucks were talking about how good of a debater George Bush is, but he looked like an ASS. He fumbled, he was full of awkward pauses, he repeated the same sorry shit over and over like a lobotomized parrot, and he was utterly unable to deal with the questions he was asked.
You know, just another day in the life of our Great Leader.
Kerry, on the other hand, impressed the fuck out of me. I still have my questions about other stuff, but as far as his foreign policy approach, I think the motherfucker has got his shit together. He's knowledgable, and he knows how to use that knowledge. I question his promise to round up all the nuclear polices in Russia within four years, but hey, let a guy have a goal. He might even pull it off.
Bush kept repeating his horseshit about Kerry "changing positions" without any regard for what was actually being said. You know what? I really believe in something about Bush's character now - he DOES believe what he says he believes. He IS decisive and unwavering. And he's FUCKING WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !
The former alcoholic who turned to Jesus. You can see it all over him. He's in fucking denial. About his actions, about his approach, about the people who are calling him on it. And he's in denial because now he just KNOWS he's right. He doesn't need to listen to anyone. He doesn't need to READ. He has God On His Side. No, I don't have a problem! God told me so!
Jesus H. Fucking Christ on a derailed Chattanooga Choo-Choo to Hell. He's fucking INSANE.
Kerry was every bit as strong and aggressive as he should have been. OK, I would have loved to see a tad more (he apparantly has a problem using the word "lie" in relation to Bush, even though he knows full well Bush is a liar, and if he HAD used the word Bush would have lost it and been even more of a stumbling, squirming fuckweasel than he was) but fuck it. He did good. He made his positions clear while taking apart the very basis of Bush's supposed strength - his "decisiveness" and "unwavering resolve." Kerry clearly showed that Bush is decisive about the wrong decisions and is unwavering only in his misplaced values and approach. Beautiful.
I nearly didn't watch. I ran tape, thinking I'd watch it tomorrow since I was in a really fucked mood tonight, but I not only survived, I only yelled at the TV once. Of course, then the media hacks on MSNBC came on and overanalyzed the fuck out of shit, and I was going to yell some more, but I walked away from that shit. Fuck them. I despise these fucking idiots, and that includes even some of the ones I agree with. (I am amazed to find myself often enjoying Chris Matthews, who I couldn't stand for years, but he's still a greasy little over-analyzing fuckweasel who only acquires his hard balls when it's convenient to do so. So fuck him too.)
Now Kerry needs to keep this momentum going. There is absolutely no good reason for him to lose this election. If he somehow fucks it up in the next few weeks, I may have to go blow Nader or something. But as long as he hits Bush the way he did tonight, he'll kick ass in November.
Well, unless those damn voting machines are already fucked with. DEMAND A PAPER BALLOT, MY BLACK FRIENDS!!!
Love,
Dougie
Fear & Loathing In West Chester, Ohio
09.27.04 (8:32 pm) [edit]Our boy-king has arrived . I can feel his vile presence still in the air, his shit-stained aura reverberating through my being. I live less than three miles from a spot where George W. Bush stained the earth with his presence today.
I was there, but I did not witness his entire nonsensical speech, for I was expelled. Banished. Banned. Routed out like cheap vermin. I, your intrepid reporter, was thrown bodily out of the premises just as the affair began, denied a seat to this foul celebration of our fool president by a gang of soulless thugs.
Hard to believe? Of course not. The jackals have long since descended, suppressing the voice of those who would dare speak a word against our leaders. I'm lucky not to now be in Guantanamo Bay using a pile of my own filth as a pillow, the skins of long-passed cellmates as my covering.
At 5AM this morning, I awoke. Donning the only respectable clothing I own, I brushed my hair for the first time in days and ascended from my cave. I placed flowers on the doorsteps of my wife's and daughter's rooms, who have graciously learned to ignore the strange beastly noises emanating from the basement that writhe and mix with CNN reports. The child has been told that "Fuck" is a large monster whose name should not be spoken except by Daddy when he's trying to kill it downstairs, so as to condition her from the inevitable result of her father having working vocal cords in this foul year of Our Lord 2004.
I snuck out and drove the short distance to the Voice Of America park, but already the goons and rent-a-thugs were circling the perimeter, no doubt waiting for the first sign of Islamic/Communist/Hippie activity. I parked off the side of the road and watched, observing the orchestrated paranoia that surrounds the appearance of Our Leader wherever he may roam.
After a few minutes, I spotted one particularly surly looking official walking towards me. I reached for my camera, my video recorder, and my faked credentials and stepped from my parked vehicle.
"Are you from the press?" drawled the hired monkey.
"Yes sir. Just a good American like youself," I replied, handing him a laminated card proclaiming me to be Mr. Bill Buckley of a local FOX affiliate. I adjusted my cheap ballcap. Thank God I cut my hair a few months ago.
After inspecting my equipment and patting me down for any hidden and newly-legal assault rifles I might be packing next to my johnson, he said "Well, Mr. Buckley, it doesn't start for some time, but you're free to move around so long as you don't cross the yellow tape."
"Thank you, son. You're doing God's work." With that I trudged forward.
In a few hours, the rally would begin, and Herr Bush would arrive several hours later, having given the local Republican hordes plenty of time to ingest hastily assembled barbecue and the preposterous platitudes of speakers gushing with schoolgirl mirth over the chance to be on the same stage as their decisive, resolute, and utterly stupid commander-in-thief.
After staking out the premises, I walked down to a Waffle House. I'm not proud, but I was hungry. The greasy truckers and mole-ridden waitresses seemed to me uneasy with this black-clad pseudo-journalist in their midsts, chowing on chop steak with one hand and reading Deliver Us From Evil with the other, the masterwork sprung from the pen of that great philospher Sean Hannity. The locals should have feared not the reader in their midst. Even the fourth grade education required to reach the top of the current Billboard Hot Country charts would suffice to decipher Hannity's bone-headed prose. It's no wonder Kerry is flailing around trying to win over those over-rated "undecided" voters. If people stupid enough not to have made up their minds at this point somehow come within reach of a book written by one of Hannity's ilk, Kerry will be working overtime trying to explain basic math to more people than just Bush in the upcoming debates.
But there's where these two campaigns show such a difference of thrust, and where Kerry suffers. While Kerry courts the "undecided" and tries to keep Ralph Nader from being stomped on like a narc at a biker rally by 99% of the 30% of people who actually vote in this country, Bush is coming to places like West Chester, Ohio. A place overrun by Republicans who are the very same "damn blue-collar tweakers" who run the town in that lovely Primus song. Except that they aren't blue-collar here, they are yuppies and executives, the kind who made the growth of the soy-milk industry possible. (And don't they know it's rich white LIBERALS who invented the mass-marketing of that shit? Christ on a salad dish.) It's Conservative Land here, and you walk knee-deep in Republican Values every time you step from your door. And people wonder why I avoid the southwestern Ohio sun, here in my basement. If it wasn't for the Prophet Larry Flynt opening one of his fine establishments in Monroe, just a few miles north, it would be enough to make a man cry.
But no, it's not so bad. At least we have commerce beyond a couple used car lots and some Taco Bells, such as back home in central Indiana, where I'm surprised Bush isn't at today instead. He's trying to solidify his base, and where better than to go than to a place where even Sean Hannity's writing skills could confuse the fuck out of the average cornfed ignoramus? Well, the answer is simple of course. Not only are the Republicans here more educated (if still lacking mightily in sense), they obviously have more MONEY than anyone in the increasingly unemployed town of my youth. The Bushfuckers rely on television news to keep the corn-eaters in line. Here in West Chester they can appeal to their base in person, making the yuppies feel good as they're reminded that if they don't vote for Bush, their tazes will rise, their children will be blown to bits by "the enemy", and of course, "the terrorists will win." By coming directly to the center of his wretched following, Bush will hope to prevail by mobilizing those already dumb enough to vote for him into a well-oiled expanding machine that will jump at command, filled with fear of another 9/11, and with contempt for those who merely ask that we pick the RIGHT people to blow the shit out of instead of Daddy's old nemesis. In short, he's become a preacher for his own vile religion.
Meanwhile, Kerry's approach is questionable at best. While admirably managing the difficult job of making his party appear to be "united" (which Democrats are now, but let's be honest, we mostly just want to get rid of Bush and would have nominated Al Sharpton if he was the best to be had, and sometimes I wonder if he wasn't) the appeal to the undecideds and the whining about Nader has distracted from the real business of getting shit together. It's not that Kerry hasn't worked on this, he just hasn't been as concentrated, hasn't had the super-organized focus of the Bushfuckers. The Republican machinery may be morally bankrupt, but they aren't morons. They just choose morons to lead them. Democrats would do well to learn how to mobilize their base so well. Some of them get it, and thank Lord Jesus for the 527s, who are doing the job better than the man who undoubtedly will need them to be elected. He sure ain't going to do it himself, you know.
Of course, it's a much harder task. Mobilizing "conservatives" is a bit like getting lunatic religious people to congregate at church. In fact, it kinda IS that. Conservatives are of a much more narrow-mindset, coming as they do from priorities of God, Guns, and the Gipper. "Liberals" can't quite manage to agree on anything, but that has as much to do with having taken the time to think for oneself as it does anything else. It's a *strength* in its way. Perhaps Kerry shouldn't be faulted too much for not doing it the Bush way. The Bush way works when you only have to appeal to simplistic pseudo-values. It's a harder job to do when it involves people willing to look past the latest Bill O'Reilly dropping to form an individual opinion. So maybe that's part of the reason for this thrust towards the people who haven't made up their mind yet.
But fuck the undecideds, and fuck the Nader voters. If Ralph wants to run, LET HIM. It shows no true concern for the American voting process to deny entry to even the most useless candidates. I too wish he'd go away and not take Kerry's votes into his trailer to sniff on like an unwanted college geek with a stolen pair of panties, but it's America, and we built this country on letting even the outcasts have a voice. And if we could be thick enough to ignore Eisenhower's warning about the military-industrial complex that surely has risen to levels Ike could never have dreamed of, then we most certainly can ignore a pathetic attention-grabbing little gnat like Ralph Nader. If 1% of the population is that ignorant, let 'em have their fun. Fuck them and the natural fibers they rode in on.
And who are these "undecided voters" anyway? What manner of degenerate swine are these people? Only a constant diet of roadkill and Bud Lite could explain the depraved mind of a person undecided in this election. It certainly is the only explanation for the existence of most of the Bush supporters. Do these people not have electricity? Holy Jesus H. Fuck in a shitbasket. In a land full of information, some people still can't figure out the basic difference between two candidates like this. People can't figure out where they stand, even from watching the shitty excuse for news that comes to us on television each night. You don't even have to watch Dan Rather. Shit, turn on Bill O'Reilly or Sean Hannity. That's the best TV in the world to make you run screaming for the polls to push a button for Kerry two seconds before the machine brings up an "error" message and all the Democratic votes get sucked into a hole somewhere in Jeb's backyard. People go on this "lesser of two evils" nonsense, but that's a lie. Bush IS evil. Kerry isn't evil, he's just a dork. I don't really like the idea of a dork being president, but it's not a hard choice. Is it that big of a moral dilemma? "Hmmm, it's either the dopey goober or the spawn of Satan. Shit, I just don't know. Gumby or Nyarlathotep? Dumb & Dumber or Hellraiser 42: Pinhead Eats Iraq? Do I want my taxes raised, or do I want my children to be eaten alive by Dick Cheney? Damn, this is tough. Can I come back later?"
I put my book down (well, it wasn't my book, I saw Hannity's smugly face floating in a creek while out trying to enjoy nature one day, and brought his vile tome back home to dry off and laugh at) and paid for my meal. The Waffle House denizens went back to their own meals, fully unaware of the "Charlie Daniels Sucked My Flag-Burning Cock" bumper sticker I'd attached to the window-facing rear side of the jukebox while pretending to be searching for a Tammy Wynette epic to soothe my countrified soul.
I walked back towards the park, and the crowds had begun to come in. I snapped a few shots of rent-a-cops to Photoshop into gay porn at a later date, and hauled out my video camera. It was time to interview some Bush-lovers. I first chose one of the suits who looked like he'd just came out a meeting with his CEO and hadn't quite wiped the jizz from his face yet.
"Hello, sir? My name's Buck Billy, and I'm a reporter. I just want to ask you a few questions."
"Sure, fire away."
"Why are you supporting George W. Bush?"
"Well, he's a great leader. He's protecting America. And John Kerry wants to raise my taxes."
"By what definition do you use the phrase 'great leader' in reference to President Bush?"
"Well, he's decisive. He went after Saddam Hussein and got him. And he's not a flip-flopper like Kerry."
"One final question - do you like the taste of roadkill?"
"Huh?"
"Thank you for your time."
I walked around a bit, surveying the landscape as more hordes of SUV-driving elephants came slogging in. The crowd seemed to be a fair mix of yuppies, executives, well-off Toby Keith fans, soldiers who finally got to come home, and intense looking young men with short-cropped hair, the kind of driven twentysomethings who study their asses off at university and still haven't figured out that they're gay.
Speaking of gay, one of the gentlemen standing next to an SUV on particularly large tires looked a hell of a lot like Pastor Fred Phelps, my favorite Man Of God. Let's go talk to him.
"Excuse me sir, I'm from FOX News, and I want to ask you a few questions."
"Alrighty then."
"Why do you support George W. Bush?"
"Well, he's a great leader. He's protecting America. And John Kerry wants to raise my taxes."
Wait a minute, this sounded familiar...
"What is your position on gay marriage?"
"Homosexuality is a sin in God's eyes, and the liberals who run the media are trying to redefine marriage. Homosexual marriage is an affront to the values this country was founded upon."
For an idiot, he sure spoke well.
"If I've just hit a deer and want to butcher it for my trailer park's monthly cookout, where's the best place to go around here?"
"Bob's Meat Market."
He even gave me directions.
According to the polls, Kerry is losing support among women voters. So I figured I better talk to a lady. Some would have you believe that Clinton got elected because women thought he was sexy, (you'll notice that only Republican men have this insane view) but no rational female I know has ever admitted to this baffling ailment. So I imagine in this election, the odds of any woman of a social standing higher than Daisy Duke making their choice based on either of these horror-movie-reject troll-faced goons being remotely "sexy" is about the same as the odds of finding transcripts of Abbie Hoffman speeches in Donald Rumsefeld's sock drawer. Hell, *I'd* rather be under the desk chugging Willie's wretched sausage.
"Excuse me, miss. I'm a reporter. Can I ask you a few questions?"
"Sure."
The woman looked to be in her early 20s. Beautiful. Gorgeous, even. Unfortunatley, she was wearing a Bush/Cheney T-shirt, which could fuck up any good liberal's erection. Well, maybe not Clinton's, but...
"Why do you support George W. Bush?"
"Well, he's a great leader. He's protecting America. And John Kerry wants to raise my taxes."
Fucking Christ. I'm apparantly not the only person who was reading Sean Hannity this morning. I better make a doctor's appointment before I get afflicted with whatever hellish virus these fuckers are carrying.
"Do you think George W. Bush has more to offer the women of America than John Kerry?"
"Of course. He's a good man. I'm proud to have him as my leader. I've got to admit, I envy Laura Bush."
My testicles ran screaming up into the nearest protective cavity. My penis weakly cried "Uncle" and collapsed.
"You know where I can get some good cuts of deer steak?"
"Bob's Meat Market." She even gave me directions.
The crowd began filing in, a tortuous process to watch, so I instead stalked off for a while, needing to be alone, needing to rejuvinate myself from the horror I had witnessed. I made my way to the nearby library, stuffing Hannity's book into the drop-box with a note reading "I jus wanted to doghnate dis goood buk fur uther goood Amercans to reed. Luv, Geeorg." I found a copy of the Bible, and sat back to relax with the Book Of Revelation for a while. Just to calm my nerves before heading back out into the philosophical carnage. Ahhh, the beast with ten horns. Such a friendly little puppy. Must keep my new furry friend away from that wretched monster Cheney. That vicious fuck would tear Lucifer's many heads off with his bare teeth, drink his blood, then prance off into the sunset singing merrily and counting Halliburton money in his bottomless sin-lined pockets.
Having been unwittingly lulled to sleep with pleasant fairy tales, I awoke hours later. Fuck! The Head Honcho of Washington's slaughterhouse was to speak in mere minutes, and here I was hunched over in a library chair with a copy of God's Good Book in my lap, drool soaking its wisdom-filled pages. When nobody was looking, I took out a yellow highlighter and randomly marked a few verses, then wrote "Pat Robertson was here" on the front cover. That'll fuck with the bastard's heads.
I gathered my gear and quickly made my exit, only to see a massive scene of horrific insanity before my eyes. The rally was in full force, 55,000 braying idiots assembling to worship at the feet of their twisted Master, and there were stupid-looking cars and SUVs fucking EVERYWHERE. Helicopters floated over the area, and I thought to myself that yes, this was even worse than normal traffic down Tylersville Road at 4PM on a weekday. Jesus jumped-up Christ in a Hummer.
I ran into Kroger and bought myself a six of Rolling Rock (to commemorate my Savior's return as prophesied in the fabulously clear and well-written book I'd just drooled upon) and stuffed it into my camera bag. Since everyone within a mile was looking the other direction, I managed to slam down four of them before the cops had a chance to see. There, now I felt almost like a true journalist, instead of the fake one I was carrying ID of. I would have killed for a pint of ether.
There was no chance of getting onto the grounds this late, the tickets were taken and no one would even be able to leave until King Dinosaur had made his own exit, but I made my way across the stuffed parking lot towards the park on the other side of the street. Finally I could hear someone speaking. Some fool introducing Shrub. Fuck it, I'm gonna throw caution to the wind.
I ran towards the entrance and flashed my fake reporter's ID. The cop, showing the great skill and training that is required of his job, let me in (with a brief visit to the metal detector, which of course didn't find the beer in my unsearched camera bag) without a second glance and turned his attention back towards the skies, apparantly more interested in guarding the president from the airborne Al-Queda that has recently infiltrated Ohio. I felt dirty, having taken such advantage of idiocy, but I pressed on. Looking back, my guilt was erased when I noticed that the metal detector was unplugged from its power supply. What airport was this asshole from?
There he was! The President! Though I tried to resist, I couldn't help but share the feeling that overtook the cheering crowd, the thrill of being so close to The Most Powerful Man On Earth. Oh my, what I wouldn't have given for a fifth of Jack Daniels and some automatic weapons at that moment. But alas, 'twas not to be.
He started to speak. And then it hit me. The absurdity, the ludicrousness. A crowd of 55,000 people who already planned on voting for this fool, being used as his ego trip while he recited the same mindless shit he'd been pandering for months. I can't remember a thing he said, because within nanoseconds, I was laughing uncontrollably.
Every sentence he spoke brought more gut-laughs from within me, until I was on the ground with dozens of stern-faced Americans, dressed in red white and blue like a giant multi-headed patriotic fuckbeast, glaring down at me. My identity was exposed. No longer was I the faux-FOX reporter. Now I was but a pinko liberal punkass taking a break from his dismal existence, daring to poke cruel fun at A Great Leader.
"Shut up!" I heard some soccer mom hiss.
"Be quiet, boy!" bellowed some hellish doppleganger of Travis Tritt.
All around me, the white people stared in scorn. Appalled at my lack of respect, as Dick Cheney would say. Blinded by devotion to their chosen shithead, they could not believe that a scumbag like I existed in their world. And still I laughed. Now at them as well as their idiot king.
I saw the jackals coming. I lept to my feet and pointed high at the stage and screamed:
"LOOK AT HOW LITTLE THE ARROGANT FOOL KNOWS!
THE EMPEROR ISN'T WEARING ANY DAMN CLOTHES!
LOOK AT HOW LITTLE THE ARROGANT FOOL KNOWS!
THE EMPEROR ISN'T WEARING ANY DAMN CLOTHES!
LOOK AT HOW LITTLE THE ARROGANT FOOL KNOWS!
THE EMPEROR ISN'T WEARING ANY DAMN CLOTHES!
LOOK AT HOW LITTLE THE ARROGANT FOOL KNOWS!
THE EMPEROR ISN'T WEARING ANY DAMN CLOTHES!"
They grabbed me and hauled me off to the exit. I kept screaming:
"LOOK AT HOW LITTLE THE ARROGANT FOOL KNOWS!
THE EMPEROR ISN'T WEARING ANY DAMN CLOTHES!
LOOK AT HOW LITTLE THE ARROGANT FOOL KNOWS!
THE EMPEROR ISN'T WEARING ANY DAMN CLOTHES!"
They were silent, they were strong. They were swift, just like a boat in Vietnam. The hired thugs obviously had me pegged as a "dangerous element" and were prepared to drag me to the concentration camps, where Ashcroft would come shit on my head and read me Bible stories twice a week. Maybe he'd sing that fucking song about eagles to me, blissfully unaware of how few places eagles had to nest due to his boss's environmental policies. I was doomed.
"Let me go, you vicious dogs! I demand a lawyer! I demand a fair trial! I'm a God-fearing American citizen! You people voted for Humphrey! And you killed Jesus!"
But just outside the gate, a man in an expensive suit stopped the bastards who had ripped off my baseball cap and exposed twice as much hair as any respectable male in the county had. Damn, I hadn't cut off enough.
"Gentlemen, let me handle this." The voice stopped them, a voice of authority. Great and unquestioned authority. Like Marlon Brando's in The Godfather, sealing another man's fate with a mere few words.
Who was this man, my savior, he who had rescued me from a fate of constant cornholing deep within a Guantanamo cell?
He walked me back to my van. "Son, you're doing good work out here. Thank you."
"What do you mean?" I was baffled, shocked and awed.
"Son, some of us close to the President know as you do, that the man is an imbecile. It is our job to protect him anyway, and this we must do. But sometimes somebody has to stand up to the idiot and his voters and make a statement. In your small way, you've contributed to that effort today. I know you're not a terrorist. You're no threat to anyone other than those who'd keep the mouth of truth shut. Go on now, and fight again another day."
He left me at my van, walking off into the sunset. One of the top bodyguards of the boy-king had given me his secret blessing. I was filled with awesome joy, revelling in the spirit of that moment, knowing that I had escaped the jaws of the serpent not by my own doing, but because here, in this great country, even some who must serve the foul results of our electoral process, who anxiously await the end of that four year term for another, greater man to protect, some of them see the light. My cynicism relaxed for a while, and I watched the beautiful southwestern Ohio sky as if for the first time. Then I came back home and straight to my cave. To share with you, dear reader, the events of the day.
This is September 27th, 2004 as I remember it. The events described herein are real and true and are not even remotely the product of a fevered imagination, owned by someone who barely left the house all day and only waved at a couple helicopters over my yard while I tried to water in the fertilizer this afternoon. Not by any means did I only know of the events of the day through the local news networks. No, you can trust me. I wouldn't lie to you.
Love,
Dougie
Morons On Parade
09.25.04 (9:02 pm) [edit]According to a new report, the incident denying Cat Stevens entrance into the US was because of a "spelling error."
*KLONK*
Must...refrain...from making...Florida...election joke...SPOOOOOOOOOOOOCK!!!!!!!!! !!!
Speaking of errors, President Bush is being his normal self lately, with a bizarre comeback to John Kerry, who called Bush and his Iraqi puppet Allawi out for whitewashing the situation in Iraq. Bush's response? "You can't lead this country if your ally in Iraq feels you are undermining his credibility." And Dick "Axle-Grease Of Evil" Cheney suggested the he was "appalled" at Kerry's "lack of respect" for Allawi, even saying that Kerry is trying to "tear down all that we've accomplished" in that newly free, democratic shithole of a fuckbase, Iraq.
WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT???
How in the FUCK does pointing out the fact that Iraq is NOT "progressing" equate with "tearing down" ANYTHING? And since when did your entire ability to "lead this country" hinge on how you treat ONE supposed ally? And who in the fuck are THESE COCKSUCKERS to say ANYTHING about how to treat our allies, when before this fucking war they were essentially telling the entire world that if they didn't go along with us, they could go fuck themselves? Yeah, let's use this administration's approach to France and Germany as a model of how to deal with allies. Yeah, great idea.
These demon-swill, pig-porking Republican FUCKS are so desperate, they're making shit up as they go. And they're getting worse at it. These attempts to make Bush look like a "great leader" are clutching furiously at broken straws, because it's INSANE. This idiot shitstain is quite likely the WORST leader this country has ever had, has done more to damage our relationships with other nations, and has cut further into our personal freedoms and inflicted nonsensical economic policies on us that will have our great-grandchildren in debt up to their asses, yet some people are still stupid enough to buy into this "leadership" crap that Bush is using.
Of course, it doesn't help that Kerry has done a pathetic job of differentiating himself from and responding to Bush. How can this be? How can someone who might actually have a SOUL, who surely has some BRAINS possibly be having any trouble whasoever against Bush and his greedy little Nazi crew of pus-covered political parasites?
I'll tell you why. Because he's a pussy. He's lame. He's the Phil Collins of this election, stuffed into a room full of decibel-shredding Young Republican punksters, with more bile and volume in their saved-by-Jesus cocks than he has in his whole body. He's not nearly aggressive enough, he's not spelling things out strongly enough, and if any of you still think the 527s are a bad idea, you better think twice, because they are the ONLY way Kerry is going to win this election at the rate he's going. He sure as fuck isn't going to do it himself with his bullshit overly-cautious approach and his inability to counter the media's portrayal of him. Anyone with a set of balls would have long ago turned this idiotic "flip-flopper" shit right back onto Bush's ignorant head and totally obliterated any ill-begotten claim of our current president's imaginary so-called "decisiveness", but somehow, SOMEHOW, Kerry has been unable to do this, unable to passionately and clearly show just how hypocritical and simple-minded the Republican whores truly are. How can he have failed at this?
The Republicans may be evil, but they know how shit works. they know that in the end, style DOES matter over substance in this stupid country. Image DOES beat ideas. It's sad, it's stupid, it's unfortunate, and it proves just how fucked we are as a nation, but it's the fucking truth. That ANYONE WHATSOEVER in this country could believe for one second that Bush is anything but a liar, an idiot, and a horrific excuse for a "leader" is bad enough. But there are a LOT of people who can't see through his shit, and it's because he knows how to work it. Well, Karl Rove does. I can't imagine Bush himself being able to win over anyone more than some drunken cowboys in a Texas whorehouse, but as stupid as he is, at least he was smart enough to get the right crew of Satan's little helpers to assist him in his vile, twisted destiny. Kerry is just too much of a puss, and it's a damn shame, becuase in any REAL election, he could still win 98% of the vote over a dumbfuck like Bush, because a REAL election would be about ideas, it would be about true vision, it would be about having at least some semblance of intelligence and character. Kerry has these things. He just doesn't have big enough balls. I hate like all fuck to say this, because it disgusts me how fucked up our priorities are in this country, but it's the truth. We haven't been hearing about ideas for the future or even our current situation in this country lately. We've been hearing about shit that happened 35 years ago in Vietnam. And that's not because of John Kerry's vision or ideals, or even because of his service in Vietnam, it's because cocksuckers like Rove and the vultures in the media "brought it on", and Kerry did a lousy fuck job of steering the conversation back to where it belonged. Yeah, I know. It's a hard fucking thing to do when everybody else is pushing so hard against you. But to not even be prepared for it, to not *immediately* respond to it in the strongest terms, that's fucking stupid. Between that and his inane response to his position in Iraq - basically amounting not to "The war was wrong", but to "I would have done it differently" - he's not doing himself any favors. He's uninspired and uninspiring. And all he has to do is look at himself back when he came home from Vietnam, back when he HAD some balls, and he could find inspiration in his very own self.
Instead, we're going to limp along the next several weeks to this election, and we're going to have to hope that Dan Rather comes up with some better stories, because if we ever needed a "liberal media bias", it's right the fuck now.
Dougie
Audio
09.24.04 (12:37 pm) [edit]I make no promises on how often I'll be doing this kind of thing, but here's a link to the audio version of today's entry: www.geocities.com/eraserhead667/092404.mp3
Dougie
Ooooh Baby, It's A Dumb World
09.24.04 (12:06 pm) [edit]Been following this Cat Stevens/Yusef Islam story, highly impressed at our nation's ability to identify true threats to our security. Too bad those metal detectors don't really work and we're pumping shitloads more money into keeping Iraq from turning to shit than we are into catching Bin Laden, but hey, we're keeping an eye on the pop stars. Give us some credit. Hey, we kept one out of the country! Do we get a cookie?
Unfortunately, the details get a bit more fucked up now. Mr. Islam (sorry, I can't help but be amused at this, it's kinda like saying, "Hello, Mr. Jesus, can I take your coat?") is now going to sue the US government over this incident. Now, this doesn't bother me. You go, girl. I figure anything that makes our government more serious about doing their job properly is OK. If a lawsuit by Cat Stevens is what it takes to wake up a couple of these fuckers (not like I think it'll work, but one can dream) then I'm all for it.
But he follows through with this: "We have now initiated a legal process to try to find out exactly what is going on, and to take all necessary steps to undo the very serious, and wholly unfounded, injustice which I have suffered."
Uh, OK. Unfounded, maybe. Hopefully. I guess the court will decide that one. But a "very serious injustice which I have suffered"? Come on, Cat. Give me a fucking break. This was a bad, stupid thing to happen, and I hope it can be made right and you can have your name cleared. But you did NOT "suffer an injustice", for fuck's sake. The guys in Guantanamo Bay with a few years worth of studio tan who don't have lawyers, THOSE guys are suffering an injustice. You got sent home. Now granted, when home means London and that shitty British food, that could concievably be considered suffering. But seriously, get a good lawyer, good luck with the case, and lighten the fuck up. Compared to most of the folks who get the wet end of John Ashcroft's powers stuck down their throat, you got off light. Get some perspective, then come back and do what you've gotta do. Most of us with any sense whatsoever will probably be on your side.
So, where DO the children play, anyway?
Love,
Dougie
Progress Is Being Made
09.23.04 (5:40 pm) [edit]In today's news, folk/pop singer Cat Stevens is a new terrorist threat, yet 15 airports failed security tests, allowing undercover inspectors to sneak through with weapons, knives, and explosives.
Glad to see we have our homeland security shit together.
Donald Rumsfeld, my favorite full-time Beelzebub impersonator, said today that elections in Iraq might have to "exclude" certain sections of the country because of violence. Wow! There's a novel idea! In a country where "progress is being made", it's so fucking violent that SOME parts of the country will get to vote and some won't. Isn't that convenient! Given that the less violent sections are probably more likely to vote for the Bush administration's puppet leader than, say, guys with assault rifles chopping the heads off of Americans, this certainly sounds like a true democratic effort to me. We better start praying that these fucking hurricanes go away soon, or select counties in Florida might be exempt from our lovely exercise of freedom in November.
Here's a quote from Rummy:
"If there were to be an area where the extremists focused during the election period, and an election was not possible in that area at that time, so be it. You have the rest of the election and you go on. Life's not perfect,"
No, life isn't perfect. Neither is government. Or even "democracy" for that matter, but this cavalier attitude to the supposed "freedom" we are bringing to Iraq should give a little bit of a hint of what these fuckhole's priorities really are. When SOME of the people get to vote but not others, that's NOT FREEDOM. Freedom is when only a small percentage of people CHOOSE to vote. You know, like in America.
Then Rumsfeld comes in with:
"I shouldn't be saying this because I just don't know enough about it. It's something the ambassador is working on."
Uh, OK. Shooting your mouth off without knowing what you're talking about. Who the fuck do you think you are, George Bush?
"They are making progress at a time when the extremists are chopping people's heads off," Rumsefeld says.
Damn, that's some progress. And to think that just a couple years ago they were merely living their lives and enjoying little things like electricity. The progress we've made! We're up to beheadings! We're halfway there!
Of course, the progress is so great that Rummy says the US commander over there might be asking for more troops soon. Yep, sounds like we've got our shit together. More and more of the country slipping away from our control, people getting their heads chopped off, and our troops being worn down and in need of backup. Fuck it, let's just shut down the Kerry campaign right now and give Bush that four more years. He's a great leader!
Finally, Rumsfeld's response to the recent CIA report forecasting more trouble to come in Iraq, was that this report is based on info that's "Four or five months old." Shit! We can't have that! We have to base our actions on intelligence that's YEARS old! How the fuck do you think we got into this to begin with! Imagine!
Oh, and he also says that our leaders "understand that you cannot over a sustained period of time permit safe havens and sanctuaries within a country that will allow the enemies of that country to continue attacking it and destroying it."
So, uh, in other words, you've got to fight a war. Can we just get to the point without these convoluted bullshit statements that mean absolutely NOTHING? Apparantly in the case of Donald Rumsfeld, we can't.
Love,
Dougie
My Prayer
09.20.04 (7:20 pm) [edit]Dear Jesus, my personal lord and savior, whose blood redeemed me from sin and cheap porn, this is my prayer to You.
Dear sweet Jesus, give Jerry Falwell a boil on his ass.
Holy savior, lover of peace and hater of those lousy filthy Hollywood faggots, I pray unto Thee, send Your angels to the makers of low-carb salad worldwide, and striketh them down with bellies of lard and may their bathroom scales cry for mercy under the weight of their fat, stupid, shallow asses.
My sweet Lord, whose compassion and goodness knows no bounds, tie Simon Cowell to the whipping post and give unto him Yoko Ono for the soundtrack of the remainder of his days. I know You can do this, my Jesus, for You have the power.
Holy fuckin' Jesus, son of the Most High God, born unto Mary, who never once looked upon a penis nor took it into herself, for this is the word of your holy and virtually unreadable book, I ask you and beg you to take all of Donald Trump's and Bill Gates's money away from them, leaving them naked and alone high on a snow-covered mountain where only the wolves can find them for their dinner, and take this money and give it unto the poor, the homeless, the wretched, and save a few bucks for me because I need to buy a DVD burner. Thank you, Christ my masterful savior.
Dear sweet Jesus, King of those rotten Jews who killed your ass and now have all the money, strike dead each and every creator of "reality TV" programs, whose sin and degradation leaves its stench upon this planet even as George Bush gives more of it away to industry. May these unimaginitave fucks be "eliminated" by Your power, so sayeth the Lord.
Master Jesus, I am not worthy to give unto You the things that would fall through the holes in Your hands, but I pray to You, Jesus H. Christ, stuff Charlie Daniels into a sack made from an American flag, dip him in a vat of gasoline and the shit of one hundred and forty four thousand Sodomites, and burn him. I cannot presume to know Your perfect will nor even that of the Supreme Court, but I pray that this is within it, my Lord.
And Jesus, dear sweet Jesus H. Motherfucking Christ On A Crutch, I plead unto Thee - make Jenna Bush lesbo for Mary Cheney, and turn their wine into heroin, and let them sneak into their fathers' press conferences early, get loaded and stuff their faces into each other's snatches just before fourteen news cameras enter the room ready to film the whole thing and put it on the Internet so that even Paris Hilton shall become a distant memory, and I shall laugh my fucking ass off in Your name after downloading it promptly, my lovely homo-hating Jesus.
Dear God, take George W. Bush home at last. For Christ's sake.
And finally, my wonderful savior Jesus, eater of fish not poisoned by mercury and walker of waters one can actually see through, I pray unto you that Howard Stern won't sue me for stealing his idea with this prayer unto You. So let it be written, so let it be done.
May your name be praised,
Amen
A Blast From The Past Courtesy Of Bill Hicks
09.18.04 (10:03 pm) [edit]Listening to Bill Hicks tonight, amazed at how well his material from 12 years ago fits to today's world, and this is my current favorite, still highly-topical bit, about a quote from Iraq's now-former leader a couple days after the 1992 election:
"Two days after the election, the papers carried a quote from Saddam Hussein saying 'We have nothing against America, we just want to see George Bush beheaded and his head kicked down the road like a soccer ball.' And I'm thinking, gee, that's weird, becuase that's what *I* wanted to see! Wow! Me and Hussein! We're like this!"
As always, Bill hits the nail right on my fucking head. Too bad it took years after his death before I finally heard him. I miss ya, Bill. Rest in anger, brutha.
Love,
Dougie
(Kerry wants to raise your taxes!)
My Undying Love For Republicans
09.16.04 (2:39 pm) [edit]Holy FUCK, I can't believe how nuts Bush is. Kerry wants to raise your tazes! Kerry wants to EXPAND GOVERNMENT! This shit from the asshole whose "tax relief" will in the long run cost this nation's taxpayers a bazillion dollars, whose idea of "limited government" is to have John Ashcroft's goons raiding your underwear drawer. This LYING SACK OF FUCK has reverted to the worst, most pathetic "conservative" cliches, that HE DOES NOT BELIEVE IN HIMSELF in his attacks on that "liberal from Massachussettes", John Kerry.
It's un-fucking-believeable. The power of government to fuck with you has grown and grown in the past four years. These self-appointed Guardians Of Morality have rammed the Patriot Act up our collective asses, because that's how we catch terrorists. Looking through library records. Yeah! That'll do it! I've got news for you fuckers. They don't go to libraries. They've got all the books they need. In fact, they've got one. It's called THE KORAN. Read it sometime. You might learn something. Of course, that'll take time from your bible studies, but you might want to consider it anyway, you open-minded lovers of peaceful religions, you.
These fucks have used the FCC to keep radio programs from making fart jokes, all because some Jackson family member showed a titty at a time when most people who'd be interested in titties were off digging through the fridge for more Bud Lite on the break between football innings. This ignorant cockfuck's idea of economic stimulation has been to give Americans back just enough money to let them know how FUCKED they are, at a time when state and local governments have no money, when "education" equates to making sure the little fucks learn just enough math to count change at a Taco Bell driveup and not shoot each other, and who let a ban on assault weapons expire becuase...well, I guess those guys hunting squirrel just need more shit to get the job done. Who the fuck needs a fully automatic weapon in this country? Don't get me wrong, I'm all for guns. Especially when Christians have them. No, I'm not kidding. The more God-fearing, Budweiser-swilling rednecks who shoot each other out in the woods becuase they can't tell the difference between a fat guy and a deer, the better I say. I'm all for that. It's essential activity. I'm all for killing animals. I like meat. Tastes good. Bring on the bbq sauce. But for fuck's sake, get a sense of humour. A guy who says that we should make people wait SEVEN DAYS for a gun because, oh, I don't know, that guy might be a LUNATIC, is NOT the same thing as a peace-and-love hippie freak who reads Marx while sipping latte at Starbucks. Get a fucking clue. Read a little. Use your brains. SHUT THE FUCK UP. -
These people are PSYCHOTIC. If you vote for them, you are FUCKING INSANE. I've tried to see the other side, I've tried to be sensitive to the issue that concern these so-called conservatives. I can't do it. They're nuts. Period. They're fucking nuts. These assholes think that our big problems are the UN, Indian casino owners, overweight filmmakers who have less fashion sense than *I* do, and of course, "liberals." They never really tell you who "liberals" are. Apparantly, liberals are into weird pagan shit like peace, love, and taxing people who already have more money than they know what to do with. Those fucks! Fuck them! Fuck them in their hippie asses!
A country founded by slave owners who wanted to be free. A nation built on "American family values", like killing Indians and beating your wife if dinner isn't cooked just so. A nation of consumer robots who will actually buy a "Freedom Tower" coin coated with silver that was "recovered from Ground Zero." Who will see that goddamn commercial and not have their heads EXPLODE over the gall of the shitheads who would actually make money from a terrorist attack that apparantly we all need to COMMEMORATE ever goddamn year. Yes, we need to "remember September 11th." Because if we don't, the terrorists win. That's right. They win, you liberal fuck. I saw an article in the local paper last week about a guy whose wife had died in the World Trade Center, who was complaining about how few events in this area were commemorating September 11 (I think I saw at least three within 15 mintues of here, but I guess that's not enough) and how this was obviously because America "has a short attention span." Really, asshole? Hey, I feel bad for you. You lost your wife. That's horrible. I understand being pissed off about that. But I've got news for you. *I* have a short attention span. I take fucking pills for it, it's so short. And you know what? I haven't forgotten about September 11! Wow! Imagine that! How could I remember it, after all? I only saw those planes hit those towers FOUR HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE MILLION TIMES!!! That was only on the day it happened while watching CNN. You think we have somehow forgotten when the news people mention it every five minutes? When the Republican Convention couldn't go five SECONDS without the words "September 11" being spoken? I've got news for you. People haven't forgotten. The number of cars with bumper stickers in my area relating to the subject proves this. And I feel bad for you. You lost your wife. That can make people kinda nutty. But I've still gotta tell you - SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU STUPID SHIT.
This country has gone insane. If the polls are to be trusted (HA! HA! I'm killing me!) Bush is gaining, and now has over half of the American people ready to vote for him. How can this happen? I've read the fucking news. I've seen this fuckhead's speeches. This guy is fucking clueless. And people believe his shit. People are stupid enough to say, "In a time of war, we shouldn't be changing leaders." What the fuck is THAT about? This fucking war was STARTED by our leader, you ignorant shit! Iraq had nothing to do with 9/11, anyone with four brain cells and a kindergarten knowledge of the English language can figure this shit out. It doesn't take long. Read an article, assbag. We were attacked by people based in AFGHANISTAN, most of whom were from SAUDI ARABIA, and who did we attack? Iraq! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! !!!!! If we're so interested in this "you're for us or you're against us" shit, if we can't possibly allow a country who "harbors terrorists" to go on, why the fuck aren't we busy trying to turn the electricity back on in Saudi Arabia after blowing the fuck out of it? I'll tell you why. OIL. That's right, oil, you idiot. Some people (like that bastion of truth and objectivity, Bill O'Reilly) think that's bullshit. That it's some kind of "liberal" fantasy that our highly intelligent, resolute president could possibly have anything other than the nation's best interests in mind while he has oil money COMING OUT HIS SPHINCTER. These people are wrong. They are morons. If you believe a single word they say, you are a fucking idiot. This is not opinion. I can prove this on an Etch-A-Sketch.
How fucking stupid are people? I'm out of "tolerance." Fuck that, my liberal friends. I have no tolerance for the STUPIDITY of this nation. Why? Because we ARE a great nation. We ARE an example for others. But we're also fucked. These asshole want you to believe that anyone who talks against Bush, against this war, somehow hates this country. Who the fuck are they kidding? I love my country, where else could I get away with saying this shit? This country has been great to me. But it can be better. It HAS to be better. We have to be better than the people who tell you that if you vote for John Kerry, you're just asking for another terrorist attack. And fuck you if you reply, "He didn't say that", becuase HE DID TOO, goddammit. It was there for anyone with a fucking ear to hear. Our vice-president, who has millions of oil company dollars in his pocket, but who apparantly has nothing whatsoever do to with Halliburton fucking us in the ass, actually said this shit. It's not open for debate. It was implied to the point of being crammed down our fucking throats. These cocksuckers say shit in such a way that they can come back later and say "I didn't say that." FUCK YOU. You said it, asshole. I've got fucking ears. And you're full of SHIT. I'm sick of this semantic horseshit. They are LYING.
Vote these scumfuck cuntbags out. For fuck's sake. All the lithium in the fucking universe isn't going to keep my blood pressure steady if these fucks are around another four years.
Dougie
A new rule
09.07.04 (11:09 pm) [edit]I'm probably going to get hit with a lawsuit from quoting him so much, so let's get this out front - I just stole this from HBO's website for Real Time With Bill Maher, the best fucking thing on television. I wish I was half this good:
And finally, New Rule: You can't run on a mistake. Franklin Roosevelt didn't run for re-election claiming Pearl Harbor was his finest hour. Abe Lincoln was a great president, but the high point of his second term wasn't theater security. 9/11 wasn't a triumph of the human spirit. It was a fuck-up by a guy on vacation.
Now, don't get me wrong, Mr. President. I'm not blaming you for 9/11. We have blue-ribbon commissions to do that. And I'm not saying there was anything improper about your immediate response to the attacks. Someone had to stay in that classroom and protect those kids from Chechen rebels.
But by the looks of your convention, you'd think that the worst thing that ever happened to us was the best thing that ever happened to you. You just can't keep celebrating the deadliest attack ever as if it's your personal rendezvous with greatness. You don't see old men who were shot down during World War II jumping out of a plane every year. I mean, other than your dad.
But even your dad didn't run for re-election based on a recession and his propensity to barf on the Japanese. Now, I know you'd like us all to get swept away with emotionalism and stop sweating the small stuff like the deficit and the environment, and focus on what's really important: how you look in a fireman's hat. But crying during your speech? I mean, come on! There's no crying in politics! It's not fair! That's a trick chicks use. How are we supposed to discuss this rationally if you're going to cry?! There's a name for people who exploit their participation in historical events for political gain. They're called the Swift Boat Veterans for Truth.
So I say, if you absolutely must win an election on the backs of dead people, do it like they do in Chicago, and have them actually vote for you.
ohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease
09.07.04 (7:46 pm) [edit]It looks pretty much solid now that I will have a new teaching job by this time next week. I've had a few guitar students on my own, but hardly enough to make real money. I've been supplementing this dismal income with yard work, but that's not been much of a deal either. I've tried to get a few other things (including a stupid non-audition for the bass chair in a theatre band) but none of that's happened.
But a nearby store that opened a few weeks ago needs teachers, and I talked to the guy tonight about setting a schedule up. He actually asked me for ideas. He has enough students to be a good start, split between me and a guy who actually knows more than half a dozen country licks. Which is good since I feel supremely inadequate at teaching that stuff, and listening to a few of the old bluegrass guys playing the first night I went into this store, (and kicking some ungodly amounts of ass) I'd just as soon let someone else deal with that kind of pressure.
But the money will be good, the store should keep drawing in enough students to make me reasonably comfortable, and the guy running the place seems to be a decent guy. (A plus considering a few of the scumfuck shitheads I've seen in the music retail business.) I'll eventually want at least twice as many students as he has for me right now, but this is a fine start and I'm not worried.
It's not playing bass in a psycho-prog-punk-reggae-f usion-space-rock-death-cr unch-XTC-meets-Uriah-Heep -at-Penderecki's-house-wt ih-a-healthy-dose-of-They -Might-Be-Ozric-Miles-Dav is with a couple Neil Young covers throw in, but hey, it's a decent gig. Teaching has never been my favortie thing in the world, but at least it doesn't make my head explode. Well, not usually.
So for fuck's sake, somebody out there send some happy fuckin' thoughts this way. I need this gig to work out. I've found fuck-all else that's worth a damn around here.
Dick Cheney is the Anti-Christ,
Dougie
Teach Your Children
09.07.04 (2:07 pm) [edit]David Crosby and Graham Nash have a new album out, which I haven't heard yet. And they're touring. According to their website, they're also running for president. In honor of this event, I present to you something that Graham might possibly not like me much for doing:
I'll put out the fire
You put the children in the grave
That you dug today
Staring at the fire
For hours and hours
While I listen to them
Bomb our holy land
All night long for oil
Only for oil
Come to Tikrit now
And stop shooting for just five minutes
Everything is bombed
Such a cozy hole
The windows are blasted out and gone
By the Americans destroying them
Fiery death for you
Only for oil
Our house is a very, very, very fucked house
With two F-16s in the yard
Saddam used to be so hard
But now everything is lousy
'Cause of Bush
And our oil, oil, oil, oil, oil, oil, oil...
I'll put out the fire
While you place the children in the grave
That you dug today
Doesn't retain much of its "love tune for Joni Mitchell" appeal, but what the fuck.
Love,
Dougie
Incognito?
09.02.04 (11:40 am) [edit]I wrote this yesterday but couldn't post it. Tblog has been slow as shit on responding lately, hasn't it? Sorry, it had to be said.
Here's something really funny I found in a Yahoo story about the Republican Convention:
"As many as 15 protesters disguised as Republicans infiltrated Madison Square Garden to protest administration policy on AIDS and shout down Andrew Card, Bush's chief of staff, as he addressed young party members."
Did you see what I saw? Fifteen people were "disguised as Republicans"??? What, did they have Rick Santorum masks? Did they put on a suit, shave off most of their hair, and stomp around yelling "Go fuck yourself"? What the fuck?
I figure they must have stolen some SUVs and suits, cut their hair short, got a low-carb lunch, and invaded a Christian book store looking for bibles to carry along to the front doors of the convention. Maybe picking up some "Jesus Loves The Little Fetus" bumper stickers along the way. Then they each took turns practicing their lines ("Kerry wants to raise your taxes!" "Saddam Hussein was a bad man!" "America is safer!") and walked right on in.
And in case you haven't noticed, America IS safer. Sure it is. Which is why there's enough military/police presence all around the Convention to be able to take down a dozen Colombian drug lords, smoke half of Afghanistan out of their caves, and oh, I don't know, maybe catch Osama Bin Laden. I guess they must need all that security to keep away the violent protesters. All four of them. Did you see all the lead-up to this shit, all the talk of "violent protests" that was expected? It's all been bullshit. the protests have been pretty tame. And that's too bad. I agree with what Bill Maher said this past weekend on his brilliant HBO show that has quickly become my favorite thing on TV. There SHOULD have been violent protests. There should have been fucking riots. The kind that made whitey move to the suburbs. It's not enough for two lesbians to be carrying a "Lick Bush" sign, we need people throwing trashcans through the window of a Starbucks. Come on people, exercise your freedoms and let the assholes in power know you're watching them. If anything with the name "Trump" on it is still standing in NYC at the end of the week, you "protesters" are a bunch of pussies.
Love,
Dougie