Radio Host Burnishes Resume.

Presumably regrets not also calling for breaking witches on the wheel.

‘Cause baby, we got’s us a mandate.

Did you all forget the infinite line of credit every conservative believes they opened up when the fucknozzle “Moderates” handed them the keys to the country in exchange for a modest tax cut?

To a Modern Conservative, a mandate – even a pilfered mandate – is not a call to unite and preside. To a Modern Conservative, a mandate is just a limitless “Get Out Of Jail Free” card for treason and plunder.

(Except if you’re name is Chavez. In which case, Jesus' Number One I/M Buddy Evangelist tells us that you're just sniper fodder.)

A mandate to a Modern Conservative is nothing more that a license to kill. It’s a chance the drag the whole nation along on an drunken international joy-ride that they can charge off on someone else's credit card. And if people die, well fuck ‘em. My Daddy’s a Mandate so what’re you gonna do about it.

That it never even occurs to these cocksuckers that there are some things you just don’t do simply because they’re wrong is nauseating.

That these people then take to the pulpit to lecture the rest of the Earth on morality is quite a bit beyond nauseating.

Here’s the article.

Radio Host Fired After Anti-Islam Remarks

By Associated Press

August 22, 2005, 9:40 PM CDT

WASHINGTON -- Conservative radio host Michael Graham was fired Monday by a Washington station after he refused to apologize for calling Islam "a terrorist organization."

WMAL-AM had suspended Graham after his July 25 broadcast drew protests from the Council on American-Islam Relations. Graham, who had a daily three-hour talk on WMAL, had said, "We are at war with a terrorist organization named Islam," according to CAIR.

On his Web site Monday, Graham said WMAL had asked him to retract his comments about Islam and deliver an on-air apology. "I refused," he said. "And for that refusal, I was fired."
...

Graham blamed the Muslim group for his firing. "As a fan of talk radio, I find it absolutely outrageous that pressure from a special interest group like CAIR can result in the abandonment of free speech and open discourse on a talk radio show," he said.

If I were Michael Graham (and I give thanks every day that my mother didn’t drink paint thinner while she was pregnant with me, thus sparing me that fate) I wouldn’t worry about a damn thing.

Keep it low and lazy, dog, because your future is set; what he needs to do now is hit the Bahamas for a few weeks before the rainy season kicks into high gear, relax – take a cousin or two for some sweet Island luvin’ – and wait for the offers to pour in.

I mean, what does tiny fraction of a man have to worry about?

This is Bush country.

In Bush country, we give multimillion dollar radio contracts to racists and fascists and just-plain lunatic because, let’s face it, to misquote H.L Menkin, no one ever went broke underestimating the intelligent of Republican Voters.

After all what dire consequences were visited on Brit Hume when he lied on the air about Social Security?

When Tom DeLay called for the annexation of all the Holy Lands by Israel...because that’s a precondition for Armageddon, was he hounded from office? Or when he announced on the steps of the Congress that condoms and Evolution are what put all of those children shot to pieces at Columbine into early graves, was he shunned by human society like the loathsome shitbox that he is?

When Jerry Falwell spoke to his teeming masses of monkeydumb knucklescrappers and told them that 9/11 was brought on by feminist and queers...out of which town was he run on a rail? And who paid for the feathers and the tar?

When Rick Santorum opens his dog-licky-place and says, well, anything, where are the angry mobs of sturdy peasants with pitchforks and torches who will drive him into the sea and destroy the unholy laboratory in which he was spawned.

When Dick Durbin pointed out – correctly – that to read what happened in Gitmo to Muslim men at the hands of American GI’s, one would be hard pressed to distinguish that treatment from some of the treatment had been meted out by Nazis or the Khmer Rouge, he was speaking the simple truth...and he was incinerated for it by the Right.

How dare he!

Since that time, any number of Senators from the Christopath People’s Revolutionary Party have slung around the term “Nazi” awfully loosely, and the silence on the Right has been deafening.

As is their silence when James Dobson referred to stem cell research as tantamount to Nazi medical experiments.

As is their silence when Rush Limbaugh uses “femnazi” as punctuation.

Why do you think bile-diesel-powered Republican Fucknut Leprechaun Pat Robertson was so very comfortable calling for the political assassination of the head of a sovereign nation? Why isn’t he worried that the handsome living and political power-broker career he has built up over a lifetime might be jeopardized by saying these despicable things?

Because Pat Roberson’s entire career is build on saying loathsome and despicable things.

This article points to a few of the highlights:

“In May, he argued that the threat to the United States from activist judges was "probably more serious than a few bearded terrorists who fly into buildings."

In 2003, Mr. Robertson said "maybe we need a very small nuke thrown" at State Department headquarters "to shake things up."

In 1998, he warned that hurricanes and other natural disasters would sweep down on Orlando, Fla., because homosexuals were flocking to Disney World there on special "gay days." And he has often denounced the United Nations as a first step toward a dangerous "one world government."

The article also points out "The 700 Club" has an audience of about one million people, according to Mr. Robertson's Web site.”

Wanna guess how those one million people vote?

The reason that malevolent men like Pat Roberston and Mark Graham have nothing to fear from spouting off such radical, incendiary claptrap is that the Republicans Party encourages and rewards its raving loons. Lavishly. If the GOP still had a spine to stand with or a soul to save, the Real Conservatives would have repudiated and pitched out a douchbag like Robertson long, long ago. But as the same article points out;

Mr. Robertson unsuccessfully sought the Republican presidential nomination in 1988. He has often used his television program and the political advocacy group he founded, the Christian Coalition, to drum up support for Mr. Bush.

There is no spine anymore. No soul. Just an uneasy alliance of halfwits, bigots and pussy “Moderates” too scare to face the truth and too gutless to leave – run by despot billionaires and Christopaths, each pursuing their own dark designs. And because it has to say something just for show when one of their leading fund-raisers and vote-getters busts out yet again, sounding indistinguishable from a Taliban cleric pronouncing a fatwah, the Administration manages this withering “rebuke” from Don Rumsfeld".:

...
Mr. Rumsfeld dismissed Mr. Robertson's call for Mr. Chávez's assassination, saying to reporters: "Certainly it's against the law. Our department doesn't do that type of thing." He added, "Private citizens say all kinds of things all the time."

Ouch. I doubt Pat will ever play the piano again with after a savage wrist-slapping like that!

The article also points out that “some of Mr. Robertson's conservative Christian allies distanced themselves from his comments.”

However the big hitters

“...remained silent, with leaders at the Traditional Values Coalition, the Family Research Council and the Christian Coalition saying through spokesmen that they were too busy to comment.
A spokeswoman for Pat Robertson said today that he is not giving interviews and had no further comment.
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Let's be crystal clear about this: Roberson is not a mutation or a fluke.

Roberston IS the RepubliKlan Party (just trying the phrase out to see if I like it.) and the political world completely dominated by him and his ilk is also populated with a handful of Moderates who sincerely want to reform their party. Who acknowledge the problem, but believe it can be fixed.

To them I commend their attention to any one of Harlan Ellison’s brilliant essay’s on the subject, but, since I happen to be sitting here holding a fairly hard-to-find copy of his “Sleepless Nights in the Procrustean Bed”, let me share with you just a snip of a piece called “Fear Not Your Enemies”. Harlan writes,

“I’ve had it up the here with Rev. Jerry Falwell...and all the rest of those TV clowns perverting the tenets of Judeo-Christian ethos with their non-specific mumble about moral rectitude...

They want to censor books and movies and tv and magazines to fit some ancient, worn-out idea of purity...”

This is very brief (not enough to get a real taste of the pungency of his writing) and he has similar stuff about Phyllis Schlafly, Paul Weyrich in different volumes, but I bring these sentences from this essay this to your attention only because of the year it was published.

1980.

A quarter of a century ago.

That’s at least how long these sleek, disease-bearing rodents have been gnawing away at the heart of your Party. Getting fat and taking over while the Moderates told us all not to worry.

Sorry, but after a quarter of a century of having your teeth beaten down your throats by the same monsters, time's up. You are not making a heroic stand any more, or secretly turning the tide. After 25 years you no longer qualify as anything but an abused spouse, still putting up with a thug that you have to apologize for by day and cringe in fear from by night.

And he knows you’ll never really leave, which is why he knows he owns you. Why he knows he can open up your skull with a claw hammed all he wants; you’ll always come crawling back for more.

Every year he gets stronger and more berserk, and you pick up more scars and compound fractures...and then tell yourself you’ll give him just ONE MORE chance, and I’m here to tell you that you can leave, or you can end up in the morgue, but there is no third choice anymore.

And frankly, after 25 years of pretending it’s not happening or pretending that it is ever gong to get anything but worse, I’ve got to ask you just what in the FUCK you are waiting for?

And mark my words, before the next new moon rises over this sad land, this toe-picking AM Radio gibbon will have a new, vastly better-paying job locked down at Fox or CNN...

...although he may have to put in some trigger time as Pat Roberson’s fluffer first, just to get used to the Bright Lights at the Big Show.