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Language Warning: If you can't handle it, hit the back button. Right now.
I don't talk to reich wingers, but I have friends who do. And I have friends who have reich winger family members. And the kind of stuff I am hearing them saying is beyond the pale. Here is my ill-mannered but truthful response:
Those of you who are blaming the victims in all this are SICK, that's right you're sick, sick in the HEAD. Compassionate conservative my WHITE ASS. You wouldn't know compassionate if it punched you in the head, you assholes. And your kinda compassionate WOULD punch people in the head.
Just HOW were these people supposed to leave New Orleans? In their NON-EXISTENT CARS? On the CITY BUSES THAT DON'T GO ALL THE WAY TO BATON ROUGE YOU ASSHOLES? HUH?
Oh well EXCUSE the fuck out of them for being so ballsy as to be POOR. EXCUSE the fuck out of them for not owning cars, for not making $50,000 a year. EXCUSE the fuck out of them if they interrupt your little fantasy life of reality TEEVEE, bitching about your pedicure, and looking down your nose at everyone you imagine is lower than you as you trot off to CHURCH.
EXCUSE the fuck out of them for being afraid of leaving, having the hurricane NOT hit NO and then not having the money to get back. Or getting back and finding out they were FIRED for MISSING WORK, MOTHERFUCKERS.
And as for those people who want to blame everyone and everything BUT the federal government to include your nasty little Evil McFuckerton, YOU ARE STUPID AND CRAVEN. Yeah, that's right. You know damn well all this "oh now is no time to point fingers" is just your way of saying "fuck you, don't go trying to deflate my little fantasy of the president being COMPETENT."
THERE IS NOT A SINGLE MUNICIPAL GOVERNMENT IN THIS COUNTRY THAT COULD HAVE DEALT WITH THAT SINGLE-HANDEDLY, not NYC, not LA, not Miami, not Chicago, NONE OF THEM. This as was the LARGEST natural disaster in US history and you want to know what the federal government said to New Orleans?
THEY SAID "FUCK YOU NEW ORLEANS."
Yeah, they said fuck you. We don't give a shit. Oh wait, it's been four days I GUESS WE BETTER FUCKING DO SOMETHING NOW, IT'S STARTING TO LOOK BAD FOR US.
bush doesn't give a shit, they made him go down there and be photographed touching some black people, here let's put T.D. Jakes beside him, yeah, that'll be good, see me touching black people? GET THAT CAMERA OVER HERE. Clinton didn't even have to be within 5,000 miles or sixteen degrees of relationship to the most MINOR, the most INCONSEQUENTIAL of things, and you assholes were pissing and shitting yourselves to blame everything on that man--the assassination of Lincoln, the film Gigli, your fucking hangnail. So shut the fuck up with your snively little whimpering "don't blame my poor stupid cartoon watching president...he's FRAGILE, he can't handle this." THE BUCK STOPS WITH HIM. WITH POWER COMES RESPONSIBILITY, ASSHOLES. If you want your little bitch of a fake president to sit his drunken little ass in the Oval Office you BETTER BE PREPARED FOR HIM TO TAKE SOME SHIT WHEN THE SHIT HITS THE FAN.
You reich wingers are craven. Go look it up. You are heartless souless bastards from hell. People just watched their families DIE, they watched what LITTLE THEY OWNED IN THE WHOLE WORLD get washed away and you have the huge balls to actually PISS on them, to BLAME them, to say it's their FAULT.
I am reminded of Langston Hughes, who is probably spinning in his grave. Don't bother reading it, reich wingers, you wouldn't even GET what he's trying to say ANYWAY. And even if you got it, you sure the fuck wouldn't care. So go back to hunting in your Bibles for verses that you think give you permission to hate.
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed-- Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There's never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars. I am the red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek-- And finding only the same old stupid plan Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope, Tangled in that ancient endless chain Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need! Of work the men! Of take the pay! Of owning everything for one's own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. I am the worker sold to the machine. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I am the people, humble, hungry, mean-- Hungry yet today despite the dream. Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers! I am the man who never got ahead, The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream In the Old World while still a serf of kings, Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true, That even yet its mighty daring sings In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned That's made America the land it has become. O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas In search of what I meant to be my home-- For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore, And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea, And torn from Black Africa's strand I came To build a "homeland of the free."
The free?
Who said the free? Not me? Surely not me? The millions on relief today? The millions shot down when we strike? The millions who have nothing for our pay? For all the dreams we've dreamed And all the songs we've sung And all the hopes we've held And all the flags we've hung, The millions who have nothing for our pay-- Except the dream that's almost dead today.
O, let America be America again-- The land that never has been yet-- And yet must be--the land where every man is free. The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME-- Who made America, Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose-- The steel of freedom does not stain. From those who live like leeches on the people's lives, We must take back our land again, America!
O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath-- America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain-- All, all the stretch of these great green states-- And make America again!
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