"The strength and power of despotism
consists wholly in the fear of resistance"
In 1973, Nixon's Saturday Night Massacre
hot-wired the American government, a palpable sense of outrage throwing a monkey wrench into into a political engine that was already weakened by executive abuse.
Then, Republican leaders stood up to defend
the Constitution, rather than their party. Men like Howard Baker, Peter Rodino, and Barry Goldwater, deep as their political ideologies were from their Democratic colleagues, understood their place
in a fair and equitable government.
It's clear that today's Republican
leadership lacks testicular fortitude to stand up for the institutions we depend on to protect our freedoms.
We can't depend on our political leaders to do
anything, any longer, other than protect their own interests, and those of the corporate entities that keep them in place.
The truths about the President we see as
evident, his deep-seated insecurity, his transparent dishonesty, his narcissism and total lack of comprehension of the job he has undertaken, are of no concern to the Republican leaders who can still
use him to protect their collective flank while they deregulate, marginalize, and economically oppress.
My Senators are Lamar Alexander and Bob
Corker, and my Congressman is Chuck Fleischmann. Three more chickenshit individuals you will not find.
They are driven by fear and money. They don't
give two shits about the Constitution they have been sworn to protect. They are venal, self-reverential, and wholly unconcerned with their constituency, except as a mindless bloc that will keep them
in theirpositions of power because of Jesus and guns and murdering babies and people getting all gay married and shit.
They refuse to respect us. So fuck
Until they feel the real anger that is out
there, they cannot be reasoned with, or treated with the royal deference they have come to expect.
Send postcards to their office. Call them.
Show up at their local office. Confront them when possible.
You see Chattanooga homeboy Bob Corker picking
up his prescription at the drugstore, don't shake his hand and grin. Demand an answer for his reluctance or inability to stand up to a man who is hell-bent on turning the country into his personal
When he refuses to give an answer (and he
will), embarrass the little weasel. Ask him if he's picking up the Viagra he can purchase with his taxpayer-funded insurance. Comment on his height, his mealy-mouthed cowardice, his lack of balls.
Tell him his necktie looks like a scarf. Ask him if he can teach you a few handy Russian phrases. Troll that Lilliputian fucker to the point he tightens his tiny fists and smoke comes out his wee,
If you are still worried about the bounds of
civility, consider that your insistence on following the Marquess of Queensberry rules just might be why you keep getting your teeth knocked down your throat in political street
Keep up the pressure. Loud and
"The fight has now commenced, go to fighting or get away"