Sunday, April 20, 2008

You shall not crucify us


upon a Cross Of Bling.

(With all respect to William Jennings Bryan, from whom I pilfered and inappropriately fondled his most famous speech in order to write this post.)



We come to speak for a better class of citizen.

My friends, you can have your ignorant shitkickers from Sisterfuck Arkansas who squat in the least fragrant remnants of the century gone by whining about queers and strong women and swarthy people; give me those instead who demand that more perfect union —those Lefties out here who inveigh against Teh Stoopid, rearing their children to believe those who work to tear out our national rot, drain our cultural poisons and rebuild with clean hands are better, finer people than those that celebrate and wallow in the filth — are as deserving of the consideration of this party as any people in this country.

It is for these that we speak.

We did not come as aggressors. Ours was not a war of conquest. We were fighting in the defense of our homes, our families, and posterity.

But we have petitioned, and our petitions have been scorned.

We have entreated, and our entreaties have been disregarded.

We have begged, and they have mocked when our calamity came; when Iraq became a conflagration and when New Orleans washed away.

We beg no longer; we entreat no more; we petition no more.

We defy them!

The Elders of the Mainstream Media Village – the fucknozzle Broderites and the FoxNews fascists -- bark and cringe in fear of the “vituperative, foul-mouthed bloggers on the left.”

But in this land of the free, no one need fear that a Thomas Fucking Friedman

will spring up from among the citizen activist and journalists.

What we need is a Steven Gilliard to stand as Gilly stood, against the encroachments of evil men and aggregated horseshit.

Mr. Carlisle said in 1878 that this was a struggle between the idle holders of idle capital and the struggling masses who produce the wealth and pay the taxes of the country; and my friends, today it is also a struggle between the dishonest slingers of divisive Right-slanted trivia who masquerade as journalisms, and the angry, honest citizens who demand meaningful discussions on matters of life and death.

It is simply a question that we shall decide upon which side shall the Democratic Party fight. Upon the side of the idle holders of idle capital and their media stooges, or upon the side of the struggling masses whose nation is dying all around them for want of a honorable reportage that advocates first and foremost on their behalf. That is the question that the party must answer first; and then it must be answered by each individual hereafter. The sympathies of the Democratic Party, as described by the platform, are on the side of the struggling masses, who have ever been the foundation of the Democratic Party.

There are two ideas of government. There are those who believe that if you just legislate to make the well-to-do prosperous, that their prosperity will leak through on those below. The Democratic idea has been that if you legislate to make the masses prosperous their prosperity will find its way up and through every class that rests upon it.

You come to us and tell us that the Average American is in favor of the Flag Bling Standard. I tell you that the greatness of America rests upon a thoughtful and the well-informed citizenry. Burn down the MSM and leave the Digbys and "Crooks and Liars", and your “America Idol” will spring up again as if by magic.

But destroy our Digbys and the Crooks, and no one will be left to stand against the flag-upholstered McCarthyist darkness that bears down on us from all sides.

My friends, we shall declare that this nation is able to legislate for its grown ups on every question without waiting for the consent of the Pig People and their pandering, H. Huntsman-suited media trollops, and upon that issue we expect to carry every single state in the Union.

It is the issue of 1776 over again. Our ancestors, when but 3 million, had the courage to declare their political independence of every other monarchical, authoritarian, propaganda-mill upon earth. Shall we, their descendants, when we have grown to 300 million, declare that we are less independent than our forefathers?

No, my friends, it will never be the judgment of this people. Therefore, we care not upon what lines the battle is fought.

If they dare to come out in the open field and defend the Flag Pin and guilt-by-association are good things -- vastly more important things than health care, war, the economy or the environment -- we shall whip them to bits and bury their ideology like Chernobyl, having behind us the thinking, furious majority who know that something has gone terribly wrong in the Land of the Free.

Having behind us the true interests of the nation and not the False Flag distractions foisted upon us by the lapdog media, we shall answer their demands for a Divisive Drivel standard by saying to them, you shall not press down upon the brow of Liberty this dunce-cap of Stoopid.

You shall not crucify us upon a Cross Of Bling.

7 comments:

Fran / Blue Gal said...

Yeah, Paul Hinrichs at The Aristocrats waz just askin' how many assholes do you suppose can dance on the head of a flag pin?

Zactly. Thanks for mentioning Crooks, too. xo

Anonymous said...

More writing genius from Driftglass. Huzzah!

Re: blue gal's question ... just askin' how many assholes do you suppose can dance on the head of a flag pin?

How apropos of a week that gave us: (1) Drooling supplicants at the feet of Duh Pope. (Wasn't it Thomas Aquinas who explicated "how many angels dance on the head of a pin(head)" stuff for The Catholic Monolith???

(2) Stephen Colbert's Snarky Six Degrees of Separation on 4-17 linking Barack Obama to Adolph Hitler!! Here's how it went --

Colbert offers "proof" in a Six Degrees of Separation graphic

(1) Barack Obama was endorsed by
(2) Ted Kennedy who is
(3) a Catholic just like
(4) the Pope who was
(5) a Nazi.
ERGO: Obama loves Hitler. See how easy it is??

Back to Driftglass genius: (3) This was also the week that none other than Tim Robbins -- the "traitor" and "antiAmerican Saddam Lover" along with his "troops-hating" wife Susan Sarandon -- got to slap Billo and Sean and Rush and that "Laura WhatsHerName" upside the head.

Robbins ass-kicked the MSM in its own professional cave -- the National Association of Broadcasters convention in Vegas. According to eye-witness account: A few walked out; two-thirds of the network honchos present gave Robbins a standing ovation.

Hear/read Robbins' takedown here. It is a nice bookends piece to Driftglass today ...

www.huffingtonpost.com/tim-robbins/addressing-the-national-a_b_96836.html

Anonymous said...

Huzzah! Huzzah!

Drifty for President!

ServingPatriot

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

I like this, a lot.

But destroy our Digbys and the Crooks, and no one will be left to stand against the flag-upholstered McCarthyist darkness that bears down on us from all sides.

But; during the 'up' part of my emotional cycle, during which the voices don't necessarily stop, but at least they say more encouraging things, I like to think of Digby and Steve and yes, even that lonely driftglass as trodding the path laid down by the Velvet Underground so many years ago:

Maybe they only sold a thousand albums (only have a few hundred readers) but everybody who bought one, started their own band.

It's easy, we've been shown the way. Steve fell, and driftglass carries on. The wall has been breached, my friends; now it may be only a trickle, but nothing is impregnable. The dam is not eternal, and will eventually fall.

That's what I say when I'm feeling optimistic.

Then I read some damn thing by Bobo or Modo or frickin Ann Althouse and I wonder if maybe we're not doomed after all.

But what can you do? Can we look at ourselves if we DON'T throw our tiny pebbles against the fortress?

Anonymous said...

I dunno, Billy P.

If american can't find hope in Herion, Sweet Jane, Venus In Furs N Rock N Roll . . . maybe she don't deserve no stinkin hope.

"Standin on a corner, suitcase in my hand."

Anonymous said...

That's the shizz, DG!!

preznit said...

Peter Gibbons: Doesn't it bother you that you have to get up in the morning and you have to put on a bunch of pieces of flair?
Joanna: Yeah, but I'm not about to go in and start taking money from the register.
Peter Gibbons: Well, maybe you should. You know, the Nazis had pieces of flair that they made the Jews wear.