Bring It On

They packed the car with crazies and crooks and cronies, and slathered with the Blood of Christ and swaddled it in flags (Stars and Stripes with a Komfy Kozy Konfederate Traitor Rag zip-in lining) to hide their stink.

They lied us into a war which has mutated into the mother of all Flytraps…sticking us in a ruin of Dubya’s making 10,000 miles away while we pull our own legs off by a hundred different measures trying to fix what Drinky McDauphin has failed us into.

But the Republican Party – as DeLay has irrefutably demonstrated – has long since stopped being a political party by any definition and is now just an outright, outlaw criminal syndicate, which has only one virtue: it has trapped them.

They have been cutting a wide, straight swath from Tikrit to Abu Garib to New Orleans to Abramoff…from disaster to disaster to disaster, any one or all of which could be mitigated or fixed but for one fact: the Right does not allow dissent.

Dissent, we are warned, is treason. Dissent is anti-American. And riffling through the whole deck of dreck that the Rightards swallow as gospel (because, face it, if you’re a Republican in this day and age, you pretty much have to take off the shoes and footies to do the Big Math, don’thcha?) there is nothing more completely nauseating that Americans ranting that disagreeing with their government is…un-American.

Well, ok, the fact that this uncut Stalinism comes from the team that bills itself the Party Of Small Gummint does make it a bit more perfectly perverse. But then again, since they are run by a cabal of some of the worst enemies of Christianity in American history who snipe at non-cultists from behind a pile of bibles and cash purloined from gullible old cancer patients so really, what can one expect?

And the reason is very straightforward. As with any criminal enterprise, the one thing that cannot be allowed is confession and atonement; it pisses the other gangsters off.

Simply put, Dubya thinks like every other drunk who ever lived. He thought that his failures and bullshit would never catch up with him. That his lies about nukes and terrorists, his “Brownie”-ization of the federal government, his spying on American citizens, torture…all of it and so very much more, that he never in his wildest fucking dreams ever though he would have to answer for.

Whether propping his worthless self up and keeping his grandiose ego inflated on liquor or GOP snakehander superstition, he has never been anything but a punkass child who hid behind Daddy’s wallet and name, and our great modern tragedy has not been 9/11, but that our President has so conspicuously failed to rise to meet that challenge.

That in the end, like the alky coward he is, he took September 11th down to the Check-N-Go at 2:00, cashed it, and blew the whole fucking thing on the Shiny, Useless War that he really, reeeeally wanted instead of the things his family actually needed. As for over two years, he has gotten away with driving his Shiny, Useless War all over Iraq and strutting and fretting and slurring his hour upon the world stage – an undeserving man to whom chance gave a shot at greatness, and whose small, mean soul let him piss it all away.

And now the tab comes due.

Now we rise groggily to our feet and look around and wonder, shit, who the Hell is gonna pay for this mess, and we turn to the President who wrecked the place and start asking hard questions. Which is when the true nature of the Right rears its ugly head.

When, suddenly, we free and proud Americans are told that we now have a fucking King, and it is treason to talk against Him. Which is why his Party is doomed.

Because politics aside, the GOP has put this country into some very deep and dangerous shit, and only by diagnosing the problems accurately will we ever begin to climb out the hole they dropped us is.

And that can only happen when you are willing to tolerate the one virtue that the Party of God reviles above all else.

Honesty.

In the Modern Republican Party, as Brownie amply showed, being a spineless sycophant is the Royal Road to the success. And as the “let’s slip the boss a Katrina DVD” episode also amply shows – even when it’s bearing down on a major American city and thousands of lives are at stake – everyone in the Bush white House has obviously had it fucking well drilled into them that to tell the simple truth can be suicide.

This is not a recipe for reform; this is, in fact, how you absolutely guarantee that every reasonable person is centrifuged out and that only the Browniest of the Brownies make it to the top of the heap.

How you assure your own extinction.

This is a recipe for refusing to face facts, for only listening to Good News and for for hiding from the consequences of such a deranged policy by declaring that anyone who things that this setup has been a disaster for America is endangering our troops.

This is a recipe for making a major American Party into a Ford Pinto; a cheap knockoff of a Real Party that’s one good, hard smack away from going up like a pair of napalm underoos at the annual White House Fart Lighting Pageant.