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This is where I lose it and go on a Bush Tirade

So I'm watching about 10 minutes of this Hurricane coverage in New Orleans and immediately I think, "Where's the National Guard." As soon as I said it, I realized, they're guarding the lives of mostly ungrateful Iraqi's so we can have cheap oil, even as gas prices rise and rise. And President Bush continues to vacation in Crawford, TX. I've never said it before because there are so many more intelligent arguments to convey my disdain for the President, but I'm saying it now. What a fucking asshole.

That fucking shithead, who is such an elitist nonclass pussy that he doesn't even have the goddamn sense to grant a private audience to a dead soldiers' mom - which would have saved him a great deal of bad press and grief - has been on vacation for a month. Fortune 500 CEO's don't even vacation for a month, but the President of the United States does. What a fucking fuckwit.

I'm sorry for such an uncouth tirade, it's unlike me. I try not to sink to the profane, but as I watch people in America DIE DAY AFTER DAY in the worst natural disaster possibly to ever hit our shores, I have to wonder why the President is not at work in his office, why the national guard hasn't been tapped or pulled back to help our own civilians and at this point, if there's been a call into the goddamn 82nd Airborne because there must be at least 20,000 trapped in the goddamn superdome and someone better start thinking of every fucking way to get them out rather than mapping out spots to drill in Baghdad. 'k?

You see, in a situation like this, you're not just battling Mother Nature. You're losing people to panic. People start walking in streets and you know what happens when there's massive flooding like this? Potholes open and suddenly, the street you grew upon your whole life, becomes a landmine. Even the strongest swimmers can't fight the whirlpool created for the pressure and you're just sucked down into the water. Or the water is electrified from live wires in it. You have no idea how fucking deadly rising water can be. But you know if there's a tank moving through it, with a guy on a bullhorn, warning you. And that saves lives. It also provides hope and that saves lives too.

But you know, the President's on vacation. And yeah, even though the majority of the enlisted men probably come from Mississippi and Lousiania, who gives a shit, right? They're not oil or energy lobbyists, are they? They can't buy his time. And folks, hey, thanks for showing up at the last election, but he can't run again, so Dubya doesn't need you anymore.

But don't worry. That Christ he sold you? The one he prayed to the two times he went to services last year for public appearances? The God who told you that stem cell research is wrong, even though it could help make your boys who come back paralyzed from Iraq with spinal injuries - walk again? yeah, that God. Well, I'm sure Christ will come around real soon with a hammer and nails and to rebuild your houses, Biloxi. Jesus was a carpenter, afterall.

Yep. That's about right. I think we're still waiting on about $40 million here in NYC to resbuild the city from the 2001 attacks, so you may want to see if Dubya is going to make the Superdome go condo...

Ahhh, what am I saying? Rove will find a way to blame Clinton for this too.

Please let me go to bed and wake up in January of 2008.

10:13 p.m. - 2005-08-30

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