Jesus-f-ing-christ, how much more shit do I have to hear about Joe Lieberman and his candyass challenger, Ned Lamont? Fuck it. No, fuck them. These liberal motherfuckers act like voting Ned Lamont -- he's kidding with that name, right? -- into the U.S. Senate will mean that our troops will be coming home on the night after he celebrates his election. Say what? These people can't even remember a name called George McGovern can they? And how did he do? Go ahead, play your little political game of insider bullshit, but, in the end, it won't mean shit until you decide to "fuck shit up." The Vietnam war wasn't stopped by good Democrats doing what they should have done. Nope, it was stopped by the good people taking it to the streets -- outside of the buttoned-downed world of politics -- and making it impossible for anyone to do anything other than opposing the war.
Until the war becomes as uncomfortable for the nice people who just shop 'til they drop while sporting all the right bumperstickers (Parker? Welch? Sanders?) as it is to the real victims who have REAL bombs falling on their heads every night, we're all just pissing in the wind.
And I really hate golden showers.
(Sorry, I've been working all day, painting a big-ass house for a big-ass woman who seemed more interested in my ass crack hanging up high on the ladder than her two little rugrats running around her yard.)
