An Undercover Liberal at CPAC: Bush Calls Cheney "Best Vice President in History"
George W. Bush, when you get right down to it, is a fucker. ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s why I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t like him. HeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a fucker who does fucked-up things. HeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a privileged little shit who doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t give a damp hell for the opinions of the people he was elected to govern. He buys into the toxic economic theories of unreconstructed capitalism, despite never having had to earn an honest living in his life, and he supports a worldview that cuts out anyone who hasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t had his good fortune Ã¢â‚¬â€ the worldview of a murderous plutocracy stained with swaths of luck and cruelty where first is first and second is nobody. HeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s stupid in the truest sense of the word: willfully ignorant and determined to surround himself with people who keep him that way, not only resistant to different ideas but actively hostile towards them. He is neurologically incapable of thinking ahead and he consigns the consequences of his actions to the status of dreams. And he forced his country into a pointless, unnecessary, unconscionably wasteful war that will poison every aspect of American life for generations.
Worst of all, though, the son of a bitch made me get up at two oÃ¢â‚¬â„¢clock in the morning to go to his fucking speech at CPAC.
Now, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m no stranger to sleeplessness. Ever since I started dating my girlfriend, Insomnia, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve been uite used to the experience of going hours, and even days, without shuteye. But people started lining up just after midnight to hear that limp-dicked flathead give his final CPAC speech as Asshole-In-Chief. It would have been easy enough to just throw back a final martini and hit the sheets, leave him to history and Captain Ed. Fuck him and his stupid self-flattering speechifying. But no: you donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t go to Rome and not see the Colosseum. You donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t come this far and then puss out. Besides, who knows what that bastard would do without me keeping an eye on him? They hired me to keep him honest, and while IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll admit to not having done much of a job so far, being busy with my comic book collection and my heavy metal records, thereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s no better time than right now to pick up the slack. I (information redacted to protect the aesthetic sensitivities of certain readers) and head back down to the catacombs of the Regency Ballroom, where human decency goes to die.
ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a long, long wait. If I hadnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t (information redacted to preserve the well-known and much-beloved Sadly, No! house style), IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d probably be bored off of my spinal column. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m surrounded by some of the most uptight, entitled white people in the world, and every time I try to strike up a conversation with someone, I have to lead off with my job as a lobbyist for the American Milk Solids Council, and then no one wants to talk to me anymore. Stuck-up Beltway shits! No concern for the working dairy conglomerate and its desire to ship low-cost, institutional-grade cheese powders to Southeast Asia without a lot of meddlesome bureaucratic interference. ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s compassionate conservatism. Also, by now, on approximately zero hours of sleep in the last fifty hours, my hair (which I have had neither the time nor the ability to have cut) is starting to look pretty raggedy. I decide that if anyone asks, I will claim that I am following the example of baseball teams in the playoffs: I will not cut my hair until the election, and if America does not have the good sense to elect a Republican, I will spend the subsequent four years growing white-guy dreadlocks.