Uncivil Discourse

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Monday, September 12, 2005

Freedom Day And Other Things

Jesus shit and goddamn, am I still riding my Freedom Day high. I wasn't able to attend the hoedown of a Freedom Walk, but man, would I have given anything to commemorate our "freedom." If there's one thing George Bush's America has taught us, living here and being able to speak our minds and practicing our own religion isn't celebrating our freedom, unless we're sacrificing by shopping and stuff. Any more fun and they'd have to call it a Freedom Rave, complete with X-using bitches liquid dancing. Getting serenaded by Clint Black, seeing Donnie Rumsfeld, being out there with a few thousand other freedom lovers who all pre-registered online...nothing says "spontaneous celebration of freedom" like that, does it? I know the first thing that came to mind were historic events like King's March on DC or Vietnam Veterans Against the War's DC protest. Ok, ok, enough sarcasm. DrPepper over at the Daily Pepper finds himself reminded of Robespierre's Festival of the Supreme Being.

Digby had previous referred to this as the "Triumph of Will" march; Billmon compared it to tributes to Fearless Leader. Of course, he meant in North Korea, but that seems a perfectly apt name for Li'l Bushie the Pilot. And truly, isn't that what was being celebrated here? This band of assclowns (and, why yes, they are no talent) that didn't come close to closing out the Taliban or cornering Osama bin Laden through their own ineptitude? That banked so much on our troops drowning in thrown flowers and sweets by the Iraqi populace that they forgot to do a little thing like "securing the country" or "winning hearts and minds"? That has done all they can to use the Constitution as toilet paper here at home while being apparently unable to forsee one of the most obvious natural catastrophes that was facing us? Shit, this isn't Triumph of the Will, it's Triumph of the Moronic Inept Jackasses Who Couldn't Guide Their Penis Into An Open And Willing Pussy. I suppose that doesn't acronym nicely, though.

Jesus shit and goddamn, what a day Freedom Day was. There's nothing like a good dose of Orwell to liven up American society, is there?

Other things from last weekish:

1) Kanye West is a fucking badass. Finally, here we have a man who's not worried about saying shit. It's not the whole story that George Bush doesn't care about black people, sure, but this ain't a class issue. In 2000 and 2004, the Republican Party didn't try to disenfranchise poor white voters. There are a good number of Republicans -- not all, not most, but a good number -- who would rather screw themselves then give money to help blacks. Abortion isn't the only reason poor whites support the Republicans, y'know. Race is a part of the issue. Let's not be goddamned Marxists.

So yeah, we can talk about if Kanye is right or not til the cows come home. But he's gonna make us talk, just like he's gonna make rappers talk about how their attitude towards gays is not all that different from people's attitudes towards blacks 50 years ago, or even to a good extent today. That Kanye's doing something right should be evidenced by the fact that his mike didn't work at a later telethon, while he was trying to perform "Jesus Walks." If you like rap, Kanye's new album is a triumph, go buy it. If not, go buy it anyway to make up for one offended white suburban soccer mom who cares more about someone saying something he knows is inflammatory to express himself than someone like Faith Hill not even considering that what she does might be offensive.

2) Rehnquist kicking the bucket: I only have one thing to say about this. It should've fucking happened six years ago. And now, we go through replacing Sandra Day O'Connor again. Lovely. Maybe this time it'll be horsewomen of the right-wing apocolypse Edith Jones.

I can't say I hope he had a comfortable death. Though, still, Rehnquist is preferable as Chief Justice to Roberts: he was less of a nutjob, and wasn't completely a partisan hack.

Tomorrow's post'll be on the sorry state of the labor movement in this country.