i doubt very many of you remember this very well, and even fewer of you caught it.
it’s mid-January, 1991. prime time. President Bush the First is on the television.
as he televises his declaration of war (without the consent of Congress, i might add), he is stifling a shit-eating grin. barely containing himself.
i’m not kidding. he was on the verge of breaking out into a full-fledged guffaw, or at least a more obvious grin.
naturally, i was a War Protester. and will always be.
so go ahead and call me a pussy, a weakling, an unAmerican piece of snivelling human waste, you John Wayne-worshiping, beer-swilling, gun-waving, loudmouthed fundamentalist conservative Republican mother fuckers out there. you’re just pissed because you, or some poor dumb fuck you know who couldn’t get into college, has to go and die, and for what? a round-the-clock, 365 day, $13,000/year job, and oil lining the pockets of your favorite multimillionaire politicians.
not that i don’t appreciate you, one way or another. military people, anyway. the rest of you G.O.P. following, NRA-member, afternoon story-watchers can go straight to fucking hell for all i care. yeah, fuck you, assholes.
wanna call me a lollipop-waving rainbow-head? i’ll shove this lollipop so far up your ass you’ll be able to tell what FLAVOR it is, you senseless fuck.
but don’t you EVER call me unpatriotic, or you’ll soon learn what it means to be stepped on.
all we are saying is give peace and diplomacy and WEAPONS INSPECTORS a chance. can somebody tell me what in the holy living FUCK could POSSIBLY be wrong with that??!
