I found myself once again screaming at the TeeVee, my disgust and rage welling up (again) at the feckless Democrats playing right into Mr. 28%’s hands (again) with their cowardly vote to "condemn" MoveOn.org and in so doing, telling millions of us who worked our asses off for them to go fuck ourselves (again)... begging, pleading, DEMANDING THEM to "GROW A FUCKING SPINE"... something I’ve done numerous times since we "reclaimed" the majority in congress... and then suddenly, somehow, in a moment of clarity, I realized a basic, fundamental fact of biology in general and human physiognomy specifically ... spines do not regenerate...
Once they’re gone, they’re gone... they do not regenerate... they cannot be transplanted and they cannot be cloned... what an exercise in futility, asking these men and women who have willingly ceded their spines to somehow act now as if they still possess them, or might somehow repossess them someday... they do not, they cannot and they will not... some of them may have at one point or another possessed a spine, but somewhere along the way, they willfully and willingly submitted to a spinectomy... and there is simply no way to reverse such a procedure... no matter how desperately we might want it to be so...
I vow, this day at this time, to strike the words "grow a fucking spine" from my vocabulary, as there are no more flaccid, futile words in the English language... to purge the phrase just as completely and absolutely as I purge my support for any of the spineless Democrats who affixed their vote in the affirmative to this disgraceful charade of a "ammendment"... some of them are easy... some of them quite frankly hurt... but they’re all spineless in my eyes and therefore unworthy of my support... I will not work against them except in primaries... but I will not support them.. ever again... the spines in those who possess them are as prominent and obvious as the absence of same in those who do not...
As such, I pledge my undying support for those Democrats whose spines remain intact... my money, my time, my heart and my soul are yours...
As for the rest of you, best of luck in your search for a reasonable spinal prosthetic which will no doubt manifest itself in the form of lobbyist’s money or some other form of largesse, upon which I sincerely hope you choke... for your spine is gone, never to return... as is my support... you are and shall forever be shunned...