When Close to Enough is Enough

OK. So you got all the tax cuts. The bathtub is full. Corporations have been nearly completely freed of the evils of regulation. ANWR is open for drilling. The average IQ has dropped 30 point (though I suppose this is an unintended consequence). Real wages continue to decline. Oil hovers near its record high. Fine. Dandy.

Now we find leading Christofascists colluding with the T-State Terrors, Frist and Delay, to defund the federal judiciary. Is this getting close enough to enough?

And, no, you can't pass this off as liberal media bias, or elitist hysteria. There's an audio tape no one is running away from. There they are, the slick-as-shit Tony Perkins and the evil-grandfatherly James Dobson, sitting on top of mountains of 501 cash planning the demise of the courts. Of course Frist will do their bidding to get the zombie votes for President, and Delay will obviously crawl into bed with any slimy thing with fewer than 6 legs just for the hell of it.

So now, Burlington Resources finds itself getting the shaft from the only Indian Tribe that Abramoff hasn't swindled the last dollar from and needs its day in court. But, there's no court except the Supreme Court. And, although it's populated by sarcastic Scalia clones screwing every little guy who survives the 30-year wait, big business with all its myopic, labor-destroying conservative credentials intact still can't get its hearing in a timely manner. Is this anywhere close enough to enough?

But, I think I've figured out what you guys are actually after - your final solution, so to speak.

Who needs courts when what you're actually after is the total destruction of American society. The second amendment is sacred, the rest of the constitution be damned. The one with the biggest gun wins (and to think it's the irony of all the homophobia that's killing me). Why take the Indians to court when you can just shoot em? Who's gonna stop you?

So, I say let's skip the painful second movement and move directly to the finale of this mephistophelean symphony. Install the Dobson/Perkins ticket in the White House. Gas up the chambers. Line up the Kikes, Fags, Dykes, Fornicators, Mongrel Races, Gimps, and all the Unlucky ones. History is cyclical, but I really think we can accellerate the cycle. After all if the guiding principle of this nation is 'shoot 'em all and let God (you know the angry white male sitting on a puffy cloud with his right arm falling asleep because that lazy Jesus has just been sitting there for 2000 years instead of getting ready for the rapture) sort 'em out', let's get the shooting started.

This really should be close enough to enough, but who knows what unimaginable evil this unGodly nexus of money, politics, polyphobia, greed and ignorance will dream up. I know their god has bullet with my name on it. If my God has anything to say about it, I'll catch it before the final, final solution is revealed.