Comments I want to make on blogs but don't because it's not worth the blizzard of insults I'll get IV

I'm not really surprised at the ecstatic glee people are feeling at their success in turning the entire country into the south side of Chicago. It's more deep disgust.

I'd like to have one of those Scarlett O'Hara puking up radishes in the slave garden "tomorrow is another day" cello-swelling moments, but Scarlett wasn't puking in Venezuela.

So here's the comment I'd like to make on my friends' journals, but I don't think I care enough.

If you think there's some sort of exemption for "progressives" from runaway inflation, $10 gas and shortages, rolling blackouts, nuclear winter, the crime that comes from 15% employment, or the repeal of the First Amendment, you're a bigger fucking idiot than Oprah. And don't forget for a minute that it's your own fucking fault.

When I get laid off in the face of Obama's business-crushing tax hikes, your smug self-satisfaction at "voting for the black guy" isn't going to feed my cat, you assholes.

...anyway, after 8 years of being told that criticizing the President is patriotic, I'm sure you'll give my 1-20-2013 bumpersticker the same respect you demanded when you told me ChimpyMcHitler was a facist[sic].

And if I ever hear the phrase "white privilege" used in an un-ironic fashion, I'm going to punch you in the teeth.

So, anyway, I should go to work while I still can. Seriously, I don't know if they'll lay me off now or wait until January, but as a contractor I'll be one of the first to go.

Where's that clip of Hillary Clinton screeching about criticism of the president being patriotic?

(And where's my unicorn? I was told we were going to get a unicorn in every pot!)

And what's going to happen to my brother when he goes to Iraq next summer? Al Qaeda and Iran and Syria and Russia have all been put on notice that they can do anything they want and they won't even get their invitation to tea revoked.