Scurrying like roaches when the light comes on
Shakes Sis has a great post up on the rush of mainline conservatives to flee from any association with Dear Leader now that he’s tanking and spent the last six years allegedly representing them. She’s not having any of it. They OWN him…
Conservatives love to talk about The Ownership Society, but they refuse to own its spokesman.
…Bush was your Golden Boy—a corporate shill with the demeanor of a country bumpkin, who could hold together the unholy alliance between Big Money and Big Religion, standing at the altar and giving the blessing to the crackpot marriage between the business interests who sought to get rich off the stupid sods who marched in lockstep if only someone would protect the children from radical feminists and kissing boys. He didn’t just give good speech on Neocon dreams and working class nightmares; he believed that shit. And with a GOP-led Congress and a neverending stream of media mouthpieces willing to demonize anyone who dared to dissent, he tumbled headfirst into fulfilling every last one of your wishes, like a demented genie pulled out of a bottle in oil-soaked Texas.
He wrapped himself in the flag and told America to follow him down the Yellow Brick Road. He went to war, and he made you rich. And you cheered him all the way, over every last golden cobblestone. Then America got to Oz, and started getting itchy—and now you want to pretend you never knew what was there. Why, we had no idea there was just some shriveled old man behind the curtain! Please.
I just sensed that the light came on and the thousands of the faithful are like NYC king-sized, saddle-worthy vermin, scurrying for cover. Too f*cking bad, people. He’s your giant breeder cockroach — are you going to do him in or just keep the saddle on the f*cker for the rest of the ride?