Blood Money for Billionaires

"And, for an instant she stared directly into those soft blue eyes and knew, with an instinctive mammalian certainty, that the exceedingly rich were no longer even remotely human"

-- Count Zero (1986)

Blood Money for Billionaires.

This is the hill the Right was willing to die on.

Blood Money for Billionaires.

This was the issue over which the Party of God was willing to screw "...the least of these."

This was the issue over which the Party of Personal Responsibility was willing to hold America's unemployed hostage during the worst economic calamity since the Republican Great Depression.

This was the issue over which the "How fucking dare you question the Commander-in-Chief" Party was willing to endanger American lives and let a nuclear treaty with Russia rot just to make the Commander-in-Chief look weak.

And it worked: they got their Blood Money for Billionaires.

So, are they celebrating? Dancing little goose-stepping jigs?

Of course not.

They're bitching that their patriotic, deficit-warrior, Tea Party sensibilities were cruelly violated because the tax cuts did not go nearly far enough.

They're moaning that the weak-willed GOP was willing to give up one pfennig to subsidize the lazy, mooching lifestyles of unemployed losers.

And they're breathless awaiting Conservative Media Hero Andrew Breitbart's latest cinematic opus about Sinister Negroes, Reparations and Obama's Secret Radical Liberation Theology.

Or ACORN.

Or those evil Unions.

Or something.

Because it's always something,

We cannot endure permanently half-Fox and half-free.

We will become all one thing, or all the other.