Let’s see… election night’s over, the gays and minorities have been repressed. Back in the closet you guys. Women have been relegated to the back burner where they belong. Now that we have the White house and firm majorities in both houses we can fund further conquests by taxing the poor unchecked, while freeing up my corporate dividends from taxes on a permanent basis. We can continue to make fun of the French… Oh, and if you were planning on getting an abortion anytime soon, better do it now.
Now we can kill muslims with impunity and forcefeed are judeo-christian ethics upon the masses unchecked because hey! Guess what? We’re gonna get to load up the Supreme Court for the next Twenty Years!
We can drill in National Parks, and stop with this pesky recycling bullshit. I say we just be open about it. Fuck the Environment! The purpose of the environment is to be our garbage can anyway.
It’s time for wealth and big business. Good times, man. Good times. Think of the 80s except bigger, more extravagant, and less responsible. We’re gonna bring back hair bands and Christian Rock. No longer will I have to be ashamed of my Winger CDs.
Political correctness will go out the window. Let’s face it. Deep down, we all really hate everybody else in direct proportion to their variance with ourselves. You liberals were right about one thing. We conservative Republican types sure are prejudiced. You got us there. Unfortunately we don’t envy nor seek to emulate the self- loathing you employ so that you can hate everybody equally. It’s hard to hate yourself when you’re smoking ten dollar cigars and deciding between the Z4 and the SLK 350 so you can cruise through the poor working neighborhoods and recieve validation and fulfillment.
One of the great pleasures of course is to see our enemies, the liberal, wail, and gnash their teeth, and rend their clothing. They just don’t understand, they just don’t get it, and their collisions with reality come more and more frequently, and they have to make up greater and greater paranoid delusions to maintain the illusion that they are still relevant.
You ain’t.
You want anything, you want to get anything done, you gotta come through me. I’m the fucking boss.
We are generation N, the Neocon. We are the Demonspawn of the unholy union between Limbaugh and Coulter, suckling the fetid milk from the gangrenous tit of the repressed poor. Your heroes, Franken and Moore have been drawn by the engines of big industry and quartered by the blade of restrictive morality.
We use their bowels as bowties.
You have no one, nothing to save you. No heros left. You are defeated and doomed. Our empire shall last a thousand years. Shit. If we want to we’ll just get a consitutional ammendmant an keep George for a few more terms. You know, just for the chuckle factor.
There’s still a lot of poor though so we’ll need another war to send the your men off to so that they don’t get into trouble around here.
Can you say draft?
Have you practiced your loyalty oaths? You’ll be needing them if you want to qualify for welfare. We can’t be feeding traitors, you know.
But seriously, your whiny despair is as usual selfish and vacuous. Always thinking about yourself, you are. Your feelings. You never worry about our feelings. You think this is hard on you? What about us?
They say Alexander wept because there were no more worlds to conquer. How do you think we feel? We’ve won. It’s all just process from here. BOORRRRIIINGG. No more challenges.
How do you think that feels?
Yada yada yada, the reinforcing of the stereotypes, the sniveling of the liberals, the gloating of the conservatives. The childishness of it all.
To paraphrase The Bard,
If I am to be a villain, then let me be the best villain I can be.
Let the HEALING BEGIN!