With assistance from a bottle of zinfandel, I watched the entire State of the Union address, an event that always strikes me as a somewhat silly spectacle -- the ruling class coming together in order to congratulate itself. The pols shake hands and slap one another on the back, and even those that despise one another make nice for the TV cameras. I wonder how many of them are drunk on expensive booze provided by industry lobbyists. I wonder why John Boehner from Ohio looks like he just returned from a week in the Bahamas – but of course Boehner always looks like that, so a better question is: how much time does this jackass spend in a tanning salon? Why does the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court look so smug?
As Obama found his rhythm and laid out a laundry list of initiatives that will never come to pass, one could easily get the impression that things in America, Inc., are hunky-dory. The financial meltdown was bad, but it could have been worse if the Obama Administration had not acted as it did. I was encouraged to hear Obama admit that he hated the big bank bailout, though last I looked Timothy Geithner and Larry Summers were still on his economic team, and that Wall Street-adoring-duo seems to believe that the bank rescue was a perfectly acceptable and wise use of taxpayer money.
Obama tossed crumbs to this group and that, a tax cut here, a small business assist there, all designed to give the appearance of forward momentum, though never was the prevailing order seriously challenged. The rules and parameters of the game remain the same.
I was pleased to hear Obama remind (finally!) the Republicans of the deep hole his administration started in – a hole dug by eight years of Bush-Cheney and Republican majority misrule and corruption. Lest we forget the Bush-Cheney-GOP scorecard: two costly wars, a ruined financial sector, anemic job growth, huge debt, and runaway health care costs. On the other hand, I was dumbfounded when Obama stumped for “safe” nuclear power (no such thing), expanded off shore oil drilling, and the myth of “clean” coal. That’s not the change in energy or environmental policy I voted for.
Obama makes a fine speech, no doubt about it, but what happens now? Will he retreat to the sidelines once again and allow lobbyists and Congress to dominate the agenda? Times are bad, make no mistake – you only have to look at California to understand how bad – and we desperately need a president who can channel FDR, not Herbert Hoover.
It’s hard to argue with Obama’s assertion that Washington has created a deficit of trust. Polls consistently make clear that Americans want a comprehensive publicly funded health insurance system like Medicare, but the politicians won’t deliver it – and even worse, few of them, including Obama himself, are brave enough to try. Expanding Medicare for all Americans was never on the table.
The real State of the Union circle jerk takes place in the media – before the speech and for days thereafter, on talk radio and all the major TV networks. The coverage and commentary on Fox News is the most out of touch with reality, as if Hannity and Company watched an entirely different speech. CNN’s coverage takes top prize for sheer ridiculousness – with its large cast of talking heads, high tech props, and breathless analysis of Twitter messages. Sweet Jesus, no wonder the American people are so easily duped.
I don’t quit, Obama said, and the American people don’t quit. I’m sure about the latter – at least when the people are allowed to play the game fairly and with a stake in the outcome. For the past thirty years, however, the game has been rigged in favor of the wealthy, in favor of corporate power, in favor of the few at the expense of the many. The balance of power has tilted too drastically to one side, and so the ship of state lists, takes on water, and threatens to sink.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
All Over the Map
Where to begin? With Haiti? With the decision by the Supreme Court in Citizens United vs. the Federal Election Commission? With what happened in Massachusetts? Or with the idea that the gravest danger to the United States is not the Taliban or al Qaeda or unfettered corporate power, but the short attention span and porous memory of the American electorate?
It’s hard to watch what’s happening in Haiti and not feel useless; sure, you can donate a few dollars and feel satisfied that you’ve done your part, but it will be a long, long while before Haiti is back on her feet. The earthquake is not a tragedy, as the mainstream American media intones over and over; Haiti’s history is the real tragedy, a history that includes numerous interventions by the United States. How many Americans know that the U.S. occupied Haiti for nearly two decades in the early part of the last century? Or that the U.S. was in bed with the Duvalier family, Papa and Baby Doc, and stood aside, mute and blind, while father, then son, looted Haiti’s wealth and terrorized the populace? Papa and Baby were anti-Communist – and that was the only criteria that counted with the U.S. No real surprise there – the U.S. pulled the same stunt all over the hemisphere, always under the guise of promoting democracy or protecting private economic interests from the red menace.
It’s absolutely ironic that President Obama tapped Bill Clinton and George W. Bush to spearhead fund raising efforts – two American presidents whose hands are caked with Haitian dirt and blood. The Bush Administration was deeply involved in the 2004 machinations that removed (some say kidnapped) democratically elected president Jean-Bertrand Aristide from power. The U.S. feared Aristide, you see, so democratically elected or not, he had to go.
After Katrina and Iraq, it’s difficult to imagine a reconstruction effort that isn’t fraught with political maneuvering, corporate greed, incompetence and failure. How many former residents of New Orleans remain dispersed, unable to return home because there are no homes to return to? Have the schools and hospitals that were damaged by Katrina been rebuilt? You can bet the corporate vultures are circling Haiti, angling to get in on the ground floor of the rebuilding effort, grab a share of all those donated dollars; get in early, hook up with influential Haitians, and get out with plenty of cash.
And if a mess is left in their wake, well, that’s just Capitalism, baby.
How long will it be before the world loses interest in Haiti, shifts its limited attention to the next natural disaster? When was the last time you saw a news story about recovery in New Orleans?
According to the Supreme Court of the United States, corporations have the same rights as individual citizens when it comes to free speech. This despite the fact that a corporate charter is a privilege, not a right, granted by the people (through their duly elected government), and that heretofore the court has held that corporations do not have the same rights as individuals. The five right-wing members of the high court put the myth of American democracy to rest for all time. There should now be no doubt in our minds that our elected representatives and appointed judges exist only to serve their corporate benefactors. We should now insist that they wear the logos of the corporations they serve. Yes, plaster those somber, sober judicial robes with AT&T, Verizon, DOW, Microsoft, Dell, ABC, NBC, Bravo, and Taco Bell. At least this way the people will know which team the whores really play for.
Ah, and old Massachusetts, cradle of American defiance and democracy, what are we to make of the fact that the Democrats somehow lost the senate seat owned by Teddy Kennedy for decades? Depends on who you get your news from. If you take your dose of truth and wisdom from Fox News and Limbaugh, you probably believe that the Democrats lost because their party has moved too far to the left. The facts don’t support this, of course, but Fox News and Limbaugh rarely bother with facts; they have an agenda to push.
If you read the New York Times and the Washington Post, you might think that the Democrats are in deep trouble, set up for major losses in the mid-term elections, and while this may be partially true, the Times and the Post attribute the reasons to the wrong source.
Barack Obama was elected because voters believed he could deliver on his promise of change, and with the economy in freefall and solid Democratic majorities in Congress, it seemed to many that bold changes were inevitable, and that these changes would help the millions of people ignored, penalized or forgotten during the Bush Era. Instead, Barack Obama, for all his eloquence and intelligence, has stumbled around like the ghost of Jimmy Carter, tripping over his own feet, kowtowing to miscreant Republicans, and pushing an anemic, uninspiring agenda. Perhaps most egregious of all, Obama surrounded himself with champions of the established order, the sort of players who sleep with the enemy by night and crow about their virtue by day.
Perhaps Barack Obama is too intelligent to become a great president; perhaps he lacks a street fighter’s mentality, the innate sense of when to kick butt and take no prisoners; perhaps, however well intentioned, he’s too detached and aloof, unwilling to scrape his knuckles and have his nose bloodied.
We can only hope he finds his way before it’s too late.
It’s hard to watch what’s happening in Haiti and not feel useless; sure, you can donate a few dollars and feel satisfied that you’ve done your part, but it will be a long, long while before Haiti is back on her feet. The earthquake is not a tragedy, as the mainstream American media intones over and over; Haiti’s history is the real tragedy, a history that includes numerous interventions by the United States. How many Americans know that the U.S. occupied Haiti for nearly two decades in the early part of the last century? Or that the U.S. was in bed with the Duvalier family, Papa and Baby Doc, and stood aside, mute and blind, while father, then son, looted Haiti’s wealth and terrorized the populace? Papa and Baby were anti-Communist – and that was the only criteria that counted with the U.S. No real surprise there – the U.S. pulled the same stunt all over the hemisphere, always under the guise of promoting democracy or protecting private economic interests from the red menace.
It’s absolutely ironic that President Obama tapped Bill Clinton and George W. Bush to spearhead fund raising efforts – two American presidents whose hands are caked with Haitian dirt and blood. The Bush Administration was deeply involved in the 2004 machinations that removed (some say kidnapped) democratically elected president Jean-Bertrand Aristide from power. The U.S. feared Aristide, you see, so democratically elected or not, he had to go.
After Katrina and Iraq, it’s difficult to imagine a reconstruction effort that isn’t fraught with political maneuvering, corporate greed, incompetence and failure. How many former residents of New Orleans remain dispersed, unable to return home because there are no homes to return to? Have the schools and hospitals that were damaged by Katrina been rebuilt? You can bet the corporate vultures are circling Haiti, angling to get in on the ground floor of the rebuilding effort, grab a share of all those donated dollars; get in early, hook up with influential Haitians, and get out with plenty of cash.
And if a mess is left in their wake, well, that’s just Capitalism, baby.
How long will it be before the world loses interest in Haiti, shifts its limited attention to the next natural disaster? When was the last time you saw a news story about recovery in New Orleans?
According to the Supreme Court of the United States, corporations have the same rights as individual citizens when it comes to free speech. This despite the fact that a corporate charter is a privilege, not a right, granted by the people (through their duly elected government), and that heretofore the court has held that corporations do not have the same rights as individuals. The five right-wing members of the high court put the myth of American democracy to rest for all time. There should now be no doubt in our minds that our elected representatives and appointed judges exist only to serve their corporate benefactors. We should now insist that they wear the logos of the corporations they serve. Yes, plaster those somber, sober judicial robes with AT&T, Verizon, DOW, Microsoft, Dell, ABC, NBC, Bravo, and Taco Bell. At least this way the people will know which team the whores really play for.
Ah, and old Massachusetts, cradle of American defiance and democracy, what are we to make of the fact that the Democrats somehow lost the senate seat owned by Teddy Kennedy for decades? Depends on who you get your news from. If you take your dose of truth and wisdom from Fox News and Limbaugh, you probably believe that the Democrats lost because their party has moved too far to the left. The facts don’t support this, of course, but Fox News and Limbaugh rarely bother with facts; they have an agenda to push.
If you read the New York Times and the Washington Post, you might think that the Democrats are in deep trouble, set up for major losses in the mid-term elections, and while this may be partially true, the Times and the Post attribute the reasons to the wrong source.
Barack Obama was elected because voters believed he could deliver on his promise of change, and with the economy in freefall and solid Democratic majorities in Congress, it seemed to many that bold changes were inevitable, and that these changes would help the millions of people ignored, penalized or forgotten during the Bush Era. Instead, Barack Obama, for all his eloquence and intelligence, has stumbled around like the ghost of Jimmy Carter, tripping over his own feet, kowtowing to miscreant Republicans, and pushing an anemic, uninspiring agenda. Perhaps most egregious of all, Obama surrounded himself with champions of the established order, the sort of players who sleep with the enemy by night and crow about their virtue by day.
Perhaps Barack Obama is too intelligent to become a great president; perhaps he lacks a street fighter’s mentality, the innate sense of when to kick butt and take no prisoners; perhaps, however well intentioned, he’s too detached and aloof, unwilling to scrape his knuckles and have his nose bloodied.
We can only hope he finds his way before it’s too late.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
War: The Real National Pastime
The other day I found myself thinking about the military mentality of the United States. Perhaps this is the reason why professional football is our national pastime; with its complex formations and carefully diagrammed plays, the communication between coaches on the field and those in the press box -- which is not unlike that between a platoon leader and a forward observer -- football is war-like. Broadcasters often refer to football seasons as “campaigns,” certain players earn the title of “warriors,” and top-tier quarterbacks are sometimes called “field generals.”
We like to declare war on conditions, objects and tactics almost as much as we do on other nations. Back in 1964, the Johnson Administration declared War on Poverty, spawning a slew of programs that widened the social safety net and provided minorities greater opportunities to get a leg up on the American Dream. Unfortunately, LBJ was as preoccupied with the war in Vietnam as he was with poverty in America, and the costs of propping up the corrupt government of South Vietnam against the communists up north hampered his administration’s efforts to eradicate poverty. Moral of the story: choose guns or butter, but not both.
Good old Dick Nixon continued many of LBJ’s anti-poverty programs, but also decided in 1968 that illegal drugs were a grave and immediate threat to the nation and launched the War on Drugs. Nixon was a law and order type, and in his view the hippies, anti-war protestors and black power advocates were amped on speed or freaked out on LSD and had to be stopped before all hell broke loose. The drug war continues to this very day, fought in our inner cities as well as our suburbs, with harsh legal remedies such as mandatory sentences that are partly responsible for jamming nearly one million non-violent offenders into the prison-industrial complex. The United States now has the distinction of being the undisputed World Champion of Incarceration, with more than two million people locked away. Despite millions of dollars spent on enforcement, eradication and anti-drug education, demand for illicit drugs is as rampant as ever, which is one reason Mexicans are killing one another to control lucrative drug routes to the American market. Lesson here: beware of unintended consequences. Second lesson: drop the hypocrisy and legalize the drugs that Americans are going to use anyway. The Volstead Act didn’t work against alcohol, remember? We came to our senses and dropped that bad idea; by now it should be abundantly clear that the War on Drugs is a total failure.
My favorite American war has to be the War on Terror declared by George W. Bush in 2001. War on Terror is a catchy slogan that no doubt captured the nation’s fear and need for revenge after 9/11, but I never understood how war is declared on a tactic. The most successful anti-terrorism efforts involve painstaking police work, intelligence collection and international cooperation, not full-scale military operations. But we needed revenge so Bush sent American forces to Afghanistan to root out the Taliban who were said to aid and abet al Qaeda, even though most of the 9/11 plotters were Saudis operating out of Germany. The overwhelming firepower of the American troops sent the Taliban packing (temporarily) and persuaded Bush (or was it Dick Cheney?) that it was high time to take out another purported sponsor of terrorism – Saddam Hussein of Iraq.
Of course, it took a concerted campaign of monumental lies from the Bush gang to convince people that invading Iraq and changing the regime there was critical to winning the War on Terror. The governments of Great Britain and Togo, to name two, swallowed the lies and joined the Coalition of the Willing, but most people knew better and millions the world over took to the streets to protest. Bush carried on anyway, and it wasn’t long before Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld was crowing about Shock & Awe, and CNN and Fox were hyping the invasion as if it was a football game. Only when successful invasion became failing occupation -- and American casualties began to mount -- did cold reality set in. Lesson: think twice or three times before unleashing the dogs of war.
Well, if you can’t walk tall, at least carry a large stick. And we do. The American military is a colossus that straddles the planet, more ubiquitous than Coca-Cola. Some 280,000 U.S. military personnel (not counting private contractors) are positioned from Guam to Turkey, Greece to Greenland – 135 countries in all. Our economy may be second-tier and getting worse all the time, but for now we can still boast having the biggest stick in the world.
We love war and its trappings. Why else do F18 fighter plans streak over stadiums before major sporting events? Why are West Point cadets used as human props for presidential speeches? Why is such deference given to generals and admirals? We love military spectacle as much as the Soviets ever did. What we shy from are the human costs of war: images of dead civilians, flag-draped coffins being off-loaded from cargo planes, and photographs from VA hospitals of the wounded, the maimed, the burned and the forever shell-shocked.
Far too often we confuse brute military force with moral authority, deluding ourselves into believing that our military might is only used for just purposes.
If you believe that, then you must also believe that pigs will one day sprout wings and take flight.
We like to declare war on conditions, objects and tactics almost as much as we do on other nations. Back in 1964, the Johnson Administration declared War on Poverty, spawning a slew of programs that widened the social safety net and provided minorities greater opportunities to get a leg up on the American Dream. Unfortunately, LBJ was as preoccupied with the war in Vietnam as he was with poverty in America, and the costs of propping up the corrupt government of South Vietnam against the communists up north hampered his administration’s efforts to eradicate poverty. Moral of the story: choose guns or butter, but not both.
Good old Dick Nixon continued many of LBJ’s anti-poverty programs, but also decided in 1968 that illegal drugs were a grave and immediate threat to the nation and launched the War on Drugs. Nixon was a law and order type, and in his view the hippies, anti-war protestors and black power advocates were amped on speed or freaked out on LSD and had to be stopped before all hell broke loose. The drug war continues to this very day, fought in our inner cities as well as our suburbs, with harsh legal remedies such as mandatory sentences that are partly responsible for jamming nearly one million non-violent offenders into the prison-industrial complex. The United States now has the distinction of being the undisputed World Champion of Incarceration, with more than two million people locked away. Despite millions of dollars spent on enforcement, eradication and anti-drug education, demand for illicit drugs is as rampant as ever, which is one reason Mexicans are killing one another to control lucrative drug routes to the American market. Lesson here: beware of unintended consequences. Second lesson: drop the hypocrisy and legalize the drugs that Americans are going to use anyway. The Volstead Act didn’t work against alcohol, remember? We came to our senses and dropped that bad idea; by now it should be abundantly clear that the War on Drugs is a total failure.
My favorite American war has to be the War on Terror declared by George W. Bush in 2001. War on Terror is a catchy slogan that no doubt captured the nation’s fear and need for revenge after 9/11, but I never understood how war is declared on a tactic. The most successful anti-terrorism efforts involve painstaking police work, intelligence collection and international cooperation, not full-scale military operations. But we needed revenge so Bush sent American forces to Afghanistan to root out the Taliban who were said to aid and abet al Qaeda, even though most of the 9/11 plotters were Saudis operating out of Germany. The overwhelming firepower of the American troops sent the Taliban packing (temporarily) and persuaded Bush (or was it Dick Cheney?) that it was high time to take out another purported sponsor of terrorism – Saddam Hussein of Iraq.
Of course, it took a concerted campaign of monumental lies from the Bush gang to convince people that invading Iraq and changing the regime there was critical to winning the War on Terror. The governments of Great Britain and Togo, to name two, swallowed the lies and joined the Coalition of the Willing, but most people knew better and millions the world over took to the streets to protest. Bush carried on anyway, and it wasn’t long before Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld was crowing about Shock & Awe, and CNN and Fox were hyping the invasion as if it was a football game. Only when successful invasion became failing occupation -- and American casualties began to mount -- did cold reality set in. Lesson: think twice or three times before unleashing the dogs of war.
Well, if you can’t walk tall, at least carry a large stick. And we do. The American military is a colossus that straddles the planet, more ubiquitous than Coca-Cola. Some 280,000 U.S. military personnel (not counting private contractors) are positioned from Guam to Turkey, Greece to Greenland – 135 countries in all. Our economy may be second-tier and getting worse all the time, but for now we can still boast having the biggest stick in the world.
We love war and its trappings. Why else do F18 fighter plans streak over stadiums before major sporting events? Why are West Point cadets used as human props for presidential speeches? Why is such deference given to generals and admirals? We love military spectacle as much as the Soviets ever did. What we shy from are the human costs of war: images of dead civilians, flag-draped coffins being off-loaded from cargo planes, and photographs from VA hospitals of the wounded, the maimed, the burned and the forever shell-shocked.
Far too often we confuse brute military force with moral authority, deluding ourselves into believing that our military might is only used for just purposes.
If you believe that, then you must also believe that pigs will one day sprout wings and take flight.
Saturday, January 09, 2010
Men And Their Balls
The “progressive” community, liberals, people who lean left on the American political spectrum, are deeply concerned about Barrack Obama. OK, that’s an understatement. Ticked off, disappointed, angry, worried, incensed, furious and depressed is more like it.
Obama says the right things with eloquence rarely matched in American politics, but when the last perfect note fades away, he does little if anything to make his soaring rhetoric reality. When faced with opposition from the whack jobs of the dying GOP, the tea baggers, Limbaugh, Hannity and Coulter, he folds his tent and slinks into the shadows.
We expected so much more. There was no direction to go but up. George and Dick were finally leaving the stage. Hope was in the air when Obama swore his oath on that chilly January day almost one year ago. The hoopla, the crowds, the music, the excitement, the flags and banners and posters – how remote it all feels now. The economy’s feeble, the titans of Wall Street are laughing as they fuck their mistresses on mattresses stuffed with $100 bills, the insurance lobby is licking its chops over health care “reform,” and we’re upping the ante in Afghanistan. What’s changed?
Not much. Obama the commodity was sold with a slogan, like toothpaste or hemorrhoid ointment. “Change We Can Believe In.” Sure. And Chevron really cares about the environment. And the Easter bunny is real. And there’s a leprechaun sitting on a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
We’re knee deep in the politics of fear and failure, knee deep in limp-dicked efforts to turn the ship of state, knee deep in preening and posturing on the White House lawn. Obama the intelligent incrementalist -- two steps up, one back, one to the side, throw in a little Ali shuffle for good measure -- can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man; slippery when wet, like Bill Clinton and his maddening triangulation strategies.
George W. Bush had an undersized brain and oversized balls. Bush was a faux cowboy from Yale who shot first and questioned later. When the overgrown frat boy wasn’t mooning the world or deferring the tough decisions to Uncle Dick, he was playing Christian crusader, bombing the shit out of innocent Muslims.
Barrack Hussein Obama possesses a large, capable brain and a silver tongue, but his balls are no larger than BB’s -- teeny-weeny things swinging in the presidential scrotum sack. The man can think, the man can speak, the man cuts a fine figure but he can’t get shit done for the folks even with a friendly Congress. Obama has surrounded himself with corporate-friendly types and Clinton-era recycles, and he nuances every damn thing until it’s unrecognizable – like Bill Clinton describing what constitutes the sex act to a federal judge.
Like tired whores we hoped for more. We hoped, for once, that the pimp would take his money and forgo the beating. No such luck. Back on our knees, bowing down before the moneyed class, the political elites, the corporate lawyers and lobbyists, the fixers and the cheats, the charlatans and the untouchable criminals. This is America, this is the dream, this is the one nation under God, better than all the others.
After Bush and Cheney, we needed to believe again, but we elected a man with tiny balls. Guess the joke’s on us and our children and their children. This is what betrayal feels like.
Obama says the right things with eloquence rarely matched in American politics, but when the last perfect note fades away, he does little if anything to make his soaring rhetoric reality. When faced with opposition from the whack jobs of the dying GOP, the tea baggers, Limbaugh, Hannity and Coulter, he folds his tent and slinks into the shadows.
We expected so much more. There was no direction to go but up. George and Dick were finally leaving the stage. Hope was in the air when Obama swore his oath on that chilly January day almost one year ago. The hoopla, the crowds, the music, the excitement, the flags and banners and posters – how remote it all feels now. The economy’s feeble, the titans of Wall Street are laughing as they fuck their mistresses on mattresses stuffed with $100 bills, the insurance lobby is licking its chops over health care “reform,” and we’re upping the ante in Afghanistan. What’s changed?
Not much. Obama the commodity was sold with a slogan, like toothpaste or hemorrhoid ointment. “Change We Can Believe In.” Sure. And Chevron really cares about the environment. And the Easter bunny is real. And there’s a leprechaun sitting on a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
We’re knee deep in the politics of fear and failure, knee deep in limp-dicked efforts to turn the ship of state, knee deep in preening and posturing on the White House lawn. Obama the intelligent incrementalist -- two steps up, one back, one to the side, throw in a little Ali shuffle for good measure -- can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man; slippery when wet, like Bill Clinton and his maddening triangulation strategies.
George W. Bush had an undersized brain and oversized balls. Bush was a faux cowboy from Yale who shot first and questioned later. When the overgrown frat boy wasn’t mooning the world or deferring the tough decisions to Uncle Dick, he was playing Christian crusader, bombing the shit out of innocent Muslims.
Barrack Hussein Obama possesses a large, capable brain and a silver tongue, but his balls are no larger than BB’s -- teeny-weeny things swinging in the presidential scrotum sack. The man can think, the man can speak, the man cuts a fine figure but he can’t get shit done for the folks even with a friendly Congress. Obama has surrounded himself with corporate-friendly types and Clinton-era recycles, and he nuances every damn thing until it’s unrecognizable – like Bill Clinton describing what constitutes the sex act to a federal judge.
Like tired whores we hoped for more. We hoped, for once, that the pimp would take his money and forgo the beating. No such luck. Back on our knees, bowing down before the moneyed class, the political elites, the corporate lawyers and lobbyists, the fixers and the cheats, the charlatans and the untouchable criminals. This is America, this is the dream, this is the one nation under God, better than all the others.
After Bush and Cheney, we needed to believe again, but we elected a man with tiny balls. Guess the joke’s on us and our children and their children. This is what betrayal feels like.
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