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. . . all I got left is cynicism, snark and recycled outrage.
See, it was easy back in ’06 – when things were soooo bad. I mean, outrage was running, what – buck-and-a-quarter, maybe six bits a gallon back then, right? I was livin’ large, drivin’ the Escalade of outrage – we all were. And it was easy back then to figure out who our collective outrage should be aimed at:
Those filthy, nasty Republicans
– who, after all, were actually running things, so blaming everything on them was totally legitimate.
And I was committed to taking Congress away from those cretinous bastards so we could put a stop to the occupation of Iraq, and to warrantless wiretapping of Americans, and to the whole idea of the President as king. You know, like we did 230 years ago, right?
So like a lot of people here, I wrote and I phone banked and I gave money. And – whaddaya know? – the Democrats took both houses of Congress. Happy days. I knew then that I could rest easy, that the future of our grand republic was in good hands, that I could refocus on more weighty matters – like, exactly which counts should the articles of impeachment include and which could we leave off, in the interest of saving all that paper?
But, aw, shoot, Nancy Pelosi said she was taking impeachment off the table – and she meant it, darn her. And Henry Waxman and John Conyers decided that congressional oversight stopped at the White House door. And some great strategist in the Democratic Party with his head so far up his ass that he was navel-gazing from the inside out brilliantly deduced that the American people would turn like ravenous wolves on any Democrat who either: (a) voted to end an illegal occupation that 2 out of 3 those very same Americans opposed, an occupation that was subsidizing Halliburton and Exxon to the tune of $2 trillion, or (b) wanted to stop torturing children; (c) thought that maybe the Constitution of the United States should be preserved, protected and defended, just like their oath of office said it should; or, worst of all, (d) was guilty of all three.
So the Democrats decided that rather than risk earning a single-digit approval rating by taking those horrifyingly risky yet oddly right-sounding steps, they would play it safe and just keep acting like there hadn’t been an election in November 2006, and that way the American people would love them and would vote for them and everything would be perfect.
And then they went and voted on FISA. And I went to the outrage well, and it was dry. Maybe it’s my age, but I’m finding it difficult anymore to get my outrage on.
I think the problem is I used up all my outrage in 2006. Recognizing then that I was a lightweight when it came to outrage, I calculated my burn rate to juuust make it to the last day of the 2006 campaign before my outrage ran dry. November 7, 2006: Last call for Outrage! November 8? Forget it; the Outrage Bar is closed.
And I hadn’t restocked it after the election, either; I figured I wouldn’t need to for awhile, what with Democrats running Congress and all. I figured I could get by with mockery, contempt, ridicule and sarcasm, mostly aimed at the criminal simians destroying the White House.
And, god bless ’em, the Republican Party is still a target-rich environment for my outrage, if I could muster it. I mean, just in the last 48 hours, besides Bush’s turd in the G-8 punchbowl, McCain’s been pretty busy himself, gushing genocidal wet dreams about Iranians, spewing contempt for Social Security, and telling transparently pandering lies about the Pittsburgh Friggin’ Steelers – so, outrage definitely called for, right? Right, but I ain’t got any more, I think.
Which brings me to the FISA vote. And, more specifically, to Barack Obama’s FISA vote.
How could he? the Outraged Left has been wailing, with much rending of garments and gnashing of teeth.
How? Bubula, I’ll tell you how: I know this might come as a shock to you, but –
Barack Obama is a politician!
Did he let me down? Yes. Did I feel betrayed? Yes. Am I going to work any less hard to get him elected? Uhh –
HELL to the no! Are you CRAZY??!!
Look, I’m not gonna sit around like some old spinster waiting for Mr. Right for the rest of my life. I’m happy to settle for Mr. Right Now, as long he can wake me from our long national nightmare. And once that nightmare is over, while Mr. Right Now might not give me the deep, invigorating sleep that I need, I’ll be ecstatic to only have to get up twice to pee – I mean, it beats the crap outta waking up screaming in a cold sweat at 3 a.m. every goddam night, right?
Ya wanna know what I could still get outraged about? I’ll tell ya:
People on this blog who won’t support Obama for president.
Don’t make me go all 2006 on your ass . . .
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