In Memoriam.
Well after wriggling at his feet for two years, Dubya’s pliant, compliant, inflatable love doll Republican Congress is now back home, deflated and sticky, trying to get their old jobs back.
The word you hear them use most often to describe themselves?
Independent!
And the words you can listen for in vain but will never hear in Republican Congressional campaign commercials?
“Bush” and “Republican”.
Actually, Republican Congressional campaign commercials this year have become so ridiculously fetishized and over-the-top, they remind me of nothing so much as “The Artistocrats”.
Over and over again, the same couple of words of setup: “My Opponent, well-known San Francisco fag-hag and puppy-killer…”
Followed by a long, grotesque, free-form, fact-free contest to see who can come up with the most loathsome, hateful, stomach-churning series of insults to good taste…
Followed by a couple of words for a punch line: “I’m Independent Boy Scout, Jimmy Shitstain, and I approved this message.”
So as a farewell toast to Bush’s “Tickle Me Gitmo”, wind-up toy Republican 109th Congress, one of my favorite things.
A (belated) Tom Waits Friday.
The Republican Congress
Truly a House where Nobodies lived.
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