I'm putting this one out at a more-trafficked hour in hopes of getting a few eyeballs. It's as rough as can be and may not last long, as it's got other people's stuff in it, but I'm adamant about saying this.
When I read CitizenJoe's diary last week about the Tea Idiots busting up a meeting of gentle, peaceful people discussing political strategy, I blew a fuse. I began to understand why Wobblies made sure their sign poles were stout and sharp.
But I'm just not a stick-swinging guy. All I really have's my words. And it's time I used 'em.
Yesterday, I did a little whining about people yelling at the president and each other in my diaries, and made a few suggestions as to who they might yell at more productively.
As we begin the Countdown to Debtmaggeddon Week, I thought it might be helpful to point out just who is really poisoning the soup in this country, who has taken a barely functional political and social machine and packed it with gritty sand, who, to put it bluntly, could use a good yelling-at and thwacking with a sign pole.
GF says this is gonna get me fan mail and death threats. Don't care. It's just something that needs to be said.
I don't recommend popcorn with this one, but Milk Duds and Mike and Ikes make a good, solid THWACK when they hit the screen.