Sunday, May 27, 2012

The Official republican Campaign Slogan

Worked yesterday. Eating my lunch - a gourmet bologna sandwich - sitting in the Peace Mobile in the parking lot - basking in the glory of the day. A hot summer day. My kind of day. Listening to the birds. Feeling peaceful.
A sixth grade drop out drives by the car in his full size pickup and yells F**K THAT NI**ER. My wife's car is adorned with President Obama stickers.
I immediately extended my middle finger as he drove past in order to hold up my end of this intellectual discussion. I don't know if he was looking into his rear view or side view mirror but he kept on going and disappeared into the Lowe's parking lot.
I was furious.
This is exactly the kind of person republicans are trying to incite with their subliminal smear President Obama campaign. They are not making an intellectual pitch to thinking people, intelligent people, trying to prove to them on the basis of facts that the Prez is not a good Prez.
The birther crap, the Jeremiah Wright and Bill Ayers distortion, the socialist stupidity, the anti-American, anti-capitalist garbage - it is all purposefully designed to create a false image of President Obama, one that sixth grade dropouts are eager to lap up like a dog laps up his own vomit.
Because they are racists. Violence prone, uneducated, vicious, mindless racists.
If the republican party had any guts at all their official campaign slogan would be F***K THAT NI**ER.
Because that is exactly what they have been saying, exactly what they have been campaigning on for four years.
Politics is a sleazy, dirty business. Since the election of President Barack Obama, republicans have perfected the slimy image most people have of politicians; it is impossible to go any lower. If they walked around with F**K THAT NI**ER T-shirts, it would actually elevate the process because it would be honest.
I finished my bologna baguette and dozed off a little in the sweet, hot, birdsong, mid afternoon sun.
Before I trudged back in to The Booze Emporium I moved the car. To a spot where I could see it from the store.
That car is my wife's pride and joy. She loves it even more than she loves me. Probably because it doesn't get drunk and say and do stupid things.
I would be in the store for three more hours. Time enough for sixth grade drop out boy to go home, drink 18 Natty Lites and six shots of Canadian Hunter and come back with a sledgehammer.
I was furious at having to think this way. I was furious at his mindless reaction to the fact that we have a black President. I guarantee you he doesn't know a goddamn thing about President Obama's policies, doesn't even have an interest in politics.
All he knows is that there is a ni**er in the White House and he can't stand it because he is obviously intellectually and morally superior to the President.
And I despise Romney, republican senators and representatives, and right wing talking heads for intentionally fanning the flames of this guys vicious, racist attitudes. And the millions of idiots who share the same opinion.
I have said it before and I will say it again. If you vote for Mitt Romney for president you are committing treason against the government of the United States.

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