Motivator

I've really slacked off the writing in the last year. Job stuff, home stuff, and lots of grumpy introspective stuff. Recently, one of my friends pointed out, if you're not careful, you get caught up in the every day stuff, and lose track of what's important. "You know, like you're writing." His words to me.

(sigh)

Ok, so I admit it, I also feel a little moved. And not in my usual, I'd like to cut someone's nuts off way. No, even my deep sense of contempt for my fellow man (and woman, and child), was dented by the election and swearing in of Barak Obama.

The smiles on the faces of my black friends, the hopefulness of a young Muslim friend, the idea that George W. Bush is no longer President. The prospect of my country being worth loving again; not for me, but for others in the world.

Oh, don't get me wrong: there are still the Palin 'Publicans out there, waiting to spew their brainless folksy populism in '12; there's still Fox News, rolling out piles of steaming bullshit; there is the Democratic Congress (the only thing worse than a Republican Congress).

So here's my advice for the new President: put their freakin' balls in a wringer, O.

When Pelosi gets in the way of tax cuts, threaten to put her dirtiest laundry on the air for her constituents to see. When the Republicans block legislation on health care, find sick kids in their districts with no health care and ask on TV if that Senator or Congress person's church offered to pay their medical bills. Shake hands with the Iranians, then remind them: we already have the damn bomb, and they better not forget it.

Call these bastards out, read names on the air, set the American People on them like the pack of rabid pittbulls we are. We're sick of them. All of them. We're sick of them beyond reason.

We're sick of them, and that's why we elected you. God help you, buddy. God help you.