After watching the Olympics, with its sculptured bodies and magnificent athletes in all their splendor, I’ve now turned my attention to the tube’s next spectacle – the Republican Convention – a.k.a. the meeting of our unconscious “patriots.” (Editors note: George Romero – if you’re still alive, here’s the script for your next flick).
In my first 3 minutes of viewing I observe this – a delegate is interviewed and is wearing a bandage on her chin with a Purple Heart drawn on it. A Senator is interviewed and thanks New York City for its warm and cordial reception. (Meanwhile 100,000 people – some say it was closer to 250,000 — marched in protest of this meeting of these self-proclaimed compassionate simpletons on Sunday and you better believe that the mood in the city is downright mean and that hate is in the air. Nobody’s brandishing guns, or throwing paint at anyone, or anything like that, but the vibe is not friendly, to say the least). In my first 30 minutes of viewing I’ve seen very few blacks, Hispanics, etc. – just overweight balding white men with jowls and their not too attractive spouses, with their 50’s hairdo’s and flower design house dresses covering their sagging bosoms and expanding rear ends. (Don’t these people ever look in the mirror, or exercise? Have they no taste, or style)?
There’s a certain smug arrogance in the air. Perhaps W’s little smirk
is now being emulated by these unconscious retard fans of his. (Yeah, I know … the word retard is discriminatory and has been replaced by “challenged” but there’s no other word in our vocabulary to describe these folks better than retard). Sorry. Screw being politically correct. I’m way past that. Sue me.
A friend sent me an email that quotes the late Democrat statesman, Adlai Stevenson. It goes like this, “if the Republicans stop telling lies about us we will stop telling the truth about them.”
This will be an interesting and revealing week for anyone with half a brain because our cretin friends will surely make fools of themselves at every turn. And they won’t have the slightest understanding of what someone like me is ridiculing, or questioning. And then, in typical fashion, they’ll lash out and call me an elite-ist pig — and all in the name of Jesus.
My Republican friend (who shall remain unnamed) calls Kerry a “sissy-boy” and Edwards a re-incarnation of Gomer Pyle. He calls all dissenters America-haters and commies.
A Faithless Leftover