But Daddy Wuvs Us!

He Wuuuuuvs Us!

After the 2004 election, any number of commentators came out -- guns whining -- about the battered spouse behavior of Democrats. They were, of course, stupid and wrong: If anything, Democratic voters were the smart, clear-eyed, had-to-grow-up-too-fast kids trying like hell to get out of the slaughterhouse.

No, it was, is and always has been the GOP who show up at the front door with the Jackie-O sunglasses on and makeup smeared over their bruises to lie to the cops that Dear Leader isn’t really kicking the living hell out of them.

George Bush has systematically made every one of those macho, blue-collar Reagan Democrats into his stable of personal, broken bitches who crawl and fetch him a bigger claw hammer –- shitting blood the entire way to the tool shed and back -- whenever Dear Leader feels they need a harder beating with a larger implement.

No, Democrats are the ones whispering “pssst” from the behind the tree in the back yard, begging the GOP, “Please, please, please let’s go! Let's get the fuck out of here! He’s trying to kill us!”

And then they turn and look at us through cow-dumb, hemorrhaging eyes with such confusion. And hatred, because they dare not direct their rage against the wormy monster who owns them.

And through their splintered teeth and shredded lips they bark out, “Why you such a hater? Daddy wuvs us. Daddy pertects us. He wuuuuuuvs us.”

They point to the cauterized stump where their foot used to be and say,”He knowed mah foot was bad, so he took it off. He’s got the Jesus Love in his heart an’ pertected me from mah bad foot, ‘cause he wuuuuvs me.”

Inside the house, Dear Leader is screaming. The walls are shaking.

“Why don’t you come back home?” the GOP asks. “Daddy misses you. He’s got a whole buncha Jesus Love saved up just for you.”

What do you say to someone this blind? This diseased? This self-deluded? This suicidal?

Well, I’d hold forth on it myself, were it not for the fact that Gail Thomas at this site says it much much better than I ever could.

And thanks to Liberal Mom for passing along the link.

America's Battered Wife Syndrome

by Gail Thomas

Dear America,
As a friend of the family I can’t sit back and watch you do this to yourself without saying something. Consider this a long distance intervention.

Your man is no good. He treats you like crap, lies to you, abuses you, bullies you, exploits you, takes your money. As a friend I want to tell you that you deserve better. You deserve a person that treats you with respect, cares about your welfare, and your children’s welfare, but that’s not George and it never will be.

Do you tell yourself that he’ll stop, or that it won’t get worse? He won’t ever stop, every insult, injury and death he has caused are a line that once crossed will never be uncrossed. Forget the dream. You will never have the American dream with George. You have to forget about what might have been, what George might have been, and realise that at the end of the day you are what you do, and look at George’s track record.

Notice how he’s alienated all your friends?
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YOU CAN DO BETTER! You are an amazing country, beautiful, interesting, funny, positively glamorous, you wouldn’t stay single for five minutes, you know that suitors would be competing for your affections and any one of them would be ten times better than George. And how can you stand his god-awful Stepford’s answer to Marie-Antoinette mother, piping up with another casual atrocity every time she opens her mouth.

Because of George and his friends global warming is now upon us - I know what it has cost your family already, combined with George’s complete uselessness and indifference in a crisis. It would probably now be possible for a mathematician to calculate exactly how much of all of our futures we are losing for every minute you stay with that sick, twisted, idiot.

...We have been trying to help and he won’t let us. We are all appalled and aghast, it breaks our hearts to see him hurting you like this, and you not fighting back, you just take it and take it as it slowly spirals down into the pits of hell. What will it take America, will you let him kill you before you’ll kick him out? This is not rhetoric America, he is killing you every day you stay with him.

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Can you really continue in your relationship with George after this? There is a degree at which cognitive dissonance becomes outright delusion. He is a maniac, he is destroying your life, please, please leave him, just leave him, only you have the power to make it stop.

He is selling out your family business, if you let him continue like this how are you going to live? How are you going to feed your children, what happens if you get ill? Everything he has ever touched has turned to shit, he puts any idiot that’ll kiss his ass into positions of power and New Orleans is the result. Kick him out America! .
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Please, please, do it America, you know I am right. If not for yourself then do it for your brothers and sisters and children. Do it before he kills any more of your family or anyone else’s. We are all really worried for your welfare.
Your friend,
Gail

There’s more. I was sorely tempted to reprint the entire thing, but then you might not have felt inclined to visit Gail's site here and let her know what a bang-up job some Americans think of her diagnosis.

And that would be a shame.