America, The Pathetic

Certain issues bring out the worst in America. It's like the country puts a towel over its head (not like the scary Arabs do, though--I mean figuratively), hovers over a bowl of steaming water, and then all of the hideous boils and acne and other dermatological mounds stand out in high relief. Don't kid yourself, America--we are a nation of paranoid xenophobes and vociferous, shameful, and shameless morons. We the people are pathetic.

As a whole, of course. I would never insult anyone so much as to compare him to this lovely woman, who shows her true, deplorable colors when she shouts, stupidly, "Heil Hitler!" at a dissenting Israeli-American at another bullshit "town hall." Some walking lobotomy, aka conservative radio host, had set up this utter sham of a gathering in order to stoke the ire of wack-jobs afraid of national health care, and the troglodytes came out in droves.

One could say that this Israeli man was asking for it. He did go to a place where people were certainly unstable, to say the least. However, I am quite proud of him. After the bitch lobbed that stupid comment his way, he did not ignore it or pretend not to hear it. No, he confronted that seaward. Flatly. And, when he did so, you can see that her shrink a few inches because she's absolutely terrified of the large Jew walking her way. She should be scared. If I were that guy, I would have popped her head off of her neck like a cork in a bottle of champagne.

"These Colors Don't Run." So goes a typically glib bumper sticker slogan favored by lunkheads when talking about American aggressiveness after 9/11. What's funny, though, is that most of these berserk citizens live in red states, mostly, so what are they running from? There's no draft, although I'd be more than happy to reinstate one in the South (or in any state that produces such an abominable human being). Plus, if you're as fucking stupid as any of these loud "protesters," you'd better pick up the pace, because hopefully we on the left (ironically on the undeniably "right" side of the issue) have learned that civil discourse and debate does not work with retards.

I have long run out of rope with regard to the rampant conservative idiocy in this country. If I say, "I'm at the end of my rope" about these people, I'm lying. I was at the end of my rope a long time ago. Who are we kidding? It's gone. Forget nonviolent protests of outrage toward these automatons.

When it comes to loud groups of assembled right-wing lemmings, I am on the side of Woody Allen's character in Manhattan.

Forget about placating these aliens with assurances rooted in reason. Clearly, they're impervious. Cudgels, I think, would be more effective than cuddles when it comes to silencing such histrionic, hysterical caterwauling.

R