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Nineteen For Me

I'm rather flummoxed as to how Obama went from pimping Stimulus 2 to a spending freeze in approximately two days. The last time I saw a reversal that drastic the top three inches of Jayne Mansfield's skull lay on Highway 90 outside Biloxi, Mississippi. I don't believe him, of course. He's merely reacting to the auto de fé he sees manifesting itself on the far hill he fears is his Golgotha.

No, rampaging spending will continue apace. There is nothing new under the sun. The announcement of the spending freeze did signify two things, however:

1. There is no money for you middling class tea partiers and whiners. Go fuck yourselves, and, no, I will not use the magic word.

2. All of you deep-pocketed enablers should consider yourselves paid in full. Thanks for the donations and contributions, but the vigorish has now been delivered, the graft is complete. Don't bother knocking on my door any more, because I already threw a trillion dollars your way. If you didn't get a mouthful you must be the runt of the litter. Piss off. I'm bigger than you.

Do we really have thirty six more months of this complete and total fuck-up ahead of us? I am dismayed at the thought. I feel like that fellow in Quest For Fire who hung suspended from a tree, one limb already lopped off and roasting on the fire, waiting for the cannibals to finish him off.

The good news is: the GOP has a plan. The bad news is: the GOP has a plan. I'm sure the plan is to marginalize any true fiscal conservatives as "unwinnable," while they craft a superior platform based on a kinder, gentler sigmoidoscopy of the public fisc. The Anthill of Davids (Brooks et Frum) will undoubtedly break off their fellatiatory daisy chain to murmur their huzzahs. John McCain might even run again, but without that damned chillbilly, who really should be busy breeding chinchillas, fecund, strumpet daughters, and the occasional idiot manchild.

A spending freeze. Indeed. Probably should start with that F-22 Raptor, eh? And mebbe sumdat missile defense. CIA? Whoo. You bastard offspring of Angleton are truly screwed. You made me look bad. The Bush middle-class tax cuts expire when? This year? Hello, Betty.

Yep. Sucks to be a loser. Losers.