I was not going to do much in the way of posting for a while, I am swamped with responsibilities (and don’t get excited, any work I am doing now won’t be funded or paid for a couple of months, so I am living on credit) but after Big Bad Baldie and Tengrain both posted on it, I felt the blog call.
As you may or may not have heard, Democrats submitted petitions for recall of Turdwaffle today. ONE MILLION SIGNATURES.
That’s almost as many as voted for the dick-knuckle in the first place, before most Wisconsinites knew what an egregious whore for the rich he is. For reference, 540,00o names are enough to trigger a recall. it is usually estimated that you need to exceed that by 15 to 20% to have a decent buffer against challenges. This number exceeds it by 85%. In addition, over 800,000 sigs to recall the Lite Gov, and four other republican shit-weasels who weren’t eligible for recall last summer.
Meanwhile, slut-gov is pleading with plutocrats to save his wall-eyed bacon from the horror of culpability for his actions by slurping up out-of -state donations in an out-of-state fundraiser while complaining about out-of-state union money.
What an asshole.
So it looks like we are headed into the third gubernatorial recall in the nation’s history. Proud of yourself, Scott-choad?
Anyway, here’s a song from Elvis (not the fat dead one) singing an appropriate sentiment. Sing along! I included the lyrics; mildly modified for the circumstance (and it is amazing how little modification is necessary). Elvis’s visceral loathing expresses my feelings pretty damn perfectly:
I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign
A man was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain
He spills with compassion, as that young childs
Face in his hands he grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
Coming down on that childs lips
Well I hope I don’t die too soon
I pray the lord my soul to save
Oh I’ll be a good boy, Im trying so hard to behave
Because there’s one thing I know, I’d like to live
Long enough to savour
That’s when they finally put you in the ground
I’ll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down
Wisconsin is the whore of the country
Walker is her madam
And the future looks as bright and as clear as
The black tarmacadam
Well I hope that he sleeps well at night, isn’t
Haunted by every tiny detail
Cos when he held that lovely face in his hands
All he thought of was betrayal
And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his only son
And how it’s only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt
Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt
Try telling me he isn’t angry with this pitiful discontent
When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment
And then expect you to say thank you straighten up, look proud and pleased
Because you’ve only got the symptoms, you haven’t got the whole disease
Just like a schoolboy, whose heads like a tin-can
Filled up with dreams then poured down the drain
Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and maimed
Who takes all the glory and none of the shame
Well I hope you live long now, I pray the lord your soul to keep
I think I’ll be going before we fold our arms and start to weep
I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap
Cos when they finally put you in the ground
They’ll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down
If you have a bit to spare, here are a couple of places to send a bit of help in opposing the waterfalls of corporate cash pouring in to save that cross-eyed motherfucker’s ass:
We now return you to your regularly scheduled not-posting.