Are you a punkass Neocon?

Or a "Neo" Con?

Looong-assed day today. An all-out run from what my former father-in-law used to call oh-dark-thirty until whateverthehell ungodly hour it is now, so I'm running on the promise of fumes.

Still, is one ever too wiped-out not to draw a few, well-deserved welts across the Moderate's fat backside?

So a quick post & then off to bednights, and another marathon tomorrow.

To wit...

...a Moderate Republican now faces this decision: he must reconcile the fact that his party Impeached the previous President for trivia, while the President he re-elected harbors a traitor name Karl Rove in the White House, and breaks his own word about how he said he would deal with anyone involved in outing a CIA agent.

The President is a liar, and is using the good offices of the White House to shield a criminal and an enemy of the United States from justice as surely as the Vatican is using it’s power and position to shield child molesters.

The Original Sin of this Administration was lying to the American people and the world to take the last Superpower on Earth into war against an admittedly awful regime, that as it turns out, was holding onto power by it’s fingertips. A regime that was crippled and caged and no more a threat to the American People that a doddering, hobbled and drugged grizzly in a mile-deep bear pit in Alaska is a threat to suddenly leap free, commandeer a plane, land in Denver, sprint across the rest of the continent, and start mauling children in Ohio.

The President and each and every one of his Men consistently and willfully lied to get us to go to War, and since that Original Sin they have only compounded their crimes by the miserably incompetent way they have conducted the war itself. At every turn, letting ideology trump facts and common sense. At every juncture, squealing out grotesque, Premature Ejaculations (works both ways) of victory when no one can even explain what the word means.

And yet, even now, the Moderates ignore the retching stink and still wade to their chins into the six-feet-high-and-rising crapflood gushing out of the Oval Office, paw hysterically through the offal, shrieking, “With this much shit, there has GOT to be a pony!”

The war has been a disaster, it’s predicates have been shown to be lies, and The Bicycle Chief and all of his minions who trapped us into this iron maiden just whiz merrily on past knowing that you Moderates are to gutless to call him on it.

Reach into the feculent hurricane that is this Administration’s Iraq policy and pull out anything George Bush has done at random – anything at all – and it’ll be either a lie or a failure...or a hand-spun cover-up cozy of White House doublespeak that has been used to hide a lie or failure coming apart at the seams. And the leading edge of that shitstorm is Karl Rove. The poster-boy for everything that it fatally, feloniously, treasonously wrong with the Bush Administration is the very same man who stands at the President’s elbow, working his pulleys and guy-wires, spitting words into Dubya's mouth that he then faithfully regurgitates back into the microphone.

So start small, Moderates. Heroic deeds and dreams of Party Reformation are for some far-away tomorrow, and face it, when it comes to slaying dragons, you’re girlie-weak and all flab.

Do a little stretching first. Build up your courage.

Some warm-up laps.

And you can start by demanding that Bush get rid of Karl Rove.

He’s just one guy. The chubbiest, easiest target you’ll ever get. He’s the rottin’est, low-hangin’est fruit on the vine, so as a goodwill down-payment on the reparations that the Republican Party will need to pay for fucking this country up almost beyond recognition, Rove must go. He needs to be repudiated, reviled and prosecuted, but first he needs to be shown the door.

This is a no-brainer…and non-negotiable: He who stands with the Traitor Rove, stands against America.

This one’s on your dime, Moderates.

Of course you need to drain the pus of Conservative Christian Fundamentalism from your party, but that would mean risking losing some elections, and since a Moderate these days will sell out his country for the price of a tax cut, we all know you don’t have the guts to do that.

And of course you need to amputate the PNAC lunatics who still dream of global American Empire, carved it out along a swath that starts a little north of Tropic of Cancer and ends a little south of Tropic of Capricorn with M240, thermobaric weapons and the Cross, and paid for with infantrymen’s blood. But we know you’re pussies and as lethally ludicrous as the fantasy of a billion dead-or-forcibly-Democratized ay-rabs pumping a tide of cheap oil that will lift all SUVs is, you’re jusssst morally mingy enough to tag along on that ride for a few more years to see if it pays off.

However Rove is only one guy. A guy who sold out his country. And the President already said he’d kick to the curb anyone caught doing what Rove has been caught doing.

So are you that big a pussy? That you won’t even stand up against one actual traitor because he’s got an office in the West Wing?

You have to choose, Moderates, and if you don’t have the spine for even this little bit if justice, your soul is lost.

Or, to steal and abuse a snip from The Matrix…

Neo Con: What do you mean, without Rove?

The Oracle: Are you sure you want to hear this? Bush believes in Rove, Neo Con. And no one, not you, not even me can convince him otherwise. He believes it so blindly that he's going to sacrifice his country to save that little shitbag.

Neo Con: What?

The Oracle: You're going to have to make a choice. In the one hand you'll have Karl Fucking Rove, and in the other hand you'll have your nation, civility and the rule of law.

One of them is going to die.

Which one will be up to you.

You, Moderates, manufactured this fucking mess. You put these thugs into power, and then despite overwhelming evidence of your folly, you rewarded their criminality with re-election.

And however much 9/11 Rhohipnol he continues to RPG into your Koolaid to keep you stupid enough and pliant enough to have elected and then re-elected this bibbling idiot in the first place, you cannot ignore the fact that this miserable failure of a President was handed the biggest Blank Publisher’s Clearinghouse Novelty Check in the history of the world. And that had he even just blown it on hookers and coke, he would have inflicted vastly less long-term damage to this country than he has done.

You got everything you asked for. The whole government, from crotch to crown. Unlimited funds, no timetable, a prostrate and crippled opponent, a comic-book villain that everyone hated to begin with, a world brimming with post-9/11 sympathy for the U.S., a craven and docile press, a muzzled opposition and your glorious “mandate” –- and congratulations; you have fucked all of it – all of it -- into the cold, cold ground.

You are simply unfit to govern a great nation.

In fact, the Dominionists who run your Party really only see one problem with the way their papier mache President has run things; that there are still bare handful of non-ultra-wingnut judges who stand in the way of the Prophet Dobson and his Vizier DeLay from ruling by decree.

The only problem, according to the Dominionists who run your Party, is that the President isn’t crazy enough. That despite serial disasters at their hands that have cooked off one after another like a crate of Black Talons in a pizza oven, the only problem they see it they don’t have enough power to really set the Earth on Fire with Christ’s Radioactive Love.

Yet.

Everything the Progressives warned you would happen if you pursued this course is coming true with a vengeance.

Every justification your President proffered is now shown to be a lie. Every promise your President made is now show to have been reckless, dry-drunk idiocy.

It’s down to this, Moderates: Your Country or your Party. Your Principles or your Party.

Lincoln or Rove.

One of them is going to die.

Which one will be up to you.