The Death of The Right Hate Mongers Choking on Their Own Vomit
Health care reform passed. This fundamental component of an industrial free market society was finally addressed by the Democrats. This was not a socialist move. It was a move that dealt with the condition of the labor force the free market depends upon. It also dealt with government budget problems. The free market depends on a strong government to secure the environment that allows it to prosper.
There is nothing radical about the government tending to the maintenance of the machinery that makes capitalism work. In this case it was the strong arms of human labor that needed to be re-fitted. This is basic fundamental maintenance. That’s all it is.
But for the hate filled right it was much more than that. It was a passing of the torch from their generation to the next. It was the transfer of their ideology of the past to the pragmatism of the present. It was a transfer from hate to reason. It was a transfer of power from old white people to the diversified citizenry that is America today. It was total freak’n rejection of everything they stood for. And it was a confirmation that they are finished, humiliated and discredited. The right has been asked to leave the premises and to make sure the door doesn’t hit them on the ass on the way out.
And now the spectacle of the wounded demon lies dying in the gutter with blood red hate spilling from its veins. Like the wicked witch of the west in the Wizard of Oz water has been thrown on it and it is melting. No tears are being shed and the bells are ringing out in celebration. The extreme right is dead. Finished!!
And now people like me, the American Peasant, get to watch gleefully as the right drowns in its own vomit. Hatred choking on its own bile, drowning, sinking deeper while screaming and screeching louder “we will destroy you in November”.
No you won’t. You’ll be dead long before then. The country has already moved on. It won’t remember in November. It will be busy solving other issues.
Screw you hate mongers. Your time has come and gone. We choose something better and nobler than you. Talk to the hand dude, we’re not listening anymore.
