Fuck you, George W. Bush
by H&HH, Unknown News
Aug. 19, 2005
If you enjoy the finely-argued, subtle political points we usually put on this page, you might want to skip this week's column. Do drop in again next week, but for now I really do need the titular moment of mental health:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!
Fuck George W. Bush, fuck Dick Cheney, fuck Donald Rumsfeld, fuck Condoleezza Rice and fuck all the other psychopaths who've occupied American government. Fuck 'em all, fuck each and every one of them up the arse with a wad of steel wool.
These people are killers, walking textbooks of mental and emotional illness and aberration. They're fucking monsters.
I hate every hair on every wart, every pimple and every sweat gland on their smelly bodies. And I don't know what more we can do beyond screaming and marching and letters to the editor and whatever our tiny website is worth.
Our government has been stolen, and it's being operated by madmen -- that's not hyperbole, that's fact.
Insane men stand in front of American flags, using their calmest, most dignified voices to describe endless acts of insanity and violence and policy on national TV. And then the media experts "analyze" Mr Bush's speech, pretending there's something to analyze, pretending it's not terrifying to hear a soul-deprived automaton announce his further insanities. Fuck them all.
The mainstream media is completely co-opted by its corporate ownership, unwilling to report the news, check the facts, and simply tell the truth. The only way for Americans to know what's really going on is to access the European press, or the independent press, or to spend a lot of time reading trustworthy weblogs. Your average American doesn't have time in the day to do that kind of research. So it's taken five years for average Americans to notice the horse manure than now covers the country.
Every act of this fucking administration has been designed to kill and maim people, to end a two-century tradition of expanding freedom and instead begin unraveling, to pump up corporate profits and eliminate any semblance of protection for the environment, to snip and burn the Constitution, to eliminate any recourse for victims, and all the atrocities that have slipped my mind this morning between making a pot of generic coffee and wiping my tears of anger off the keyboard.
We used to struggle to stay civil when we'd hear anyone utter words of support for the Bush administration. Now we skip the struggle and go directly to fucking rage. There remains only one excuse to support the giggling genocidal maniacs in the White House -- sheer ignorance.
But for many millions of Americans, ignorance is unavoidable. They're working their asses off, trying to keep their heads above the muddy waters of the Bush-crafted economic catastrophe. (We're two of them.) For an ever-growing number of Americans, both husband and wife are working two jobs, not to "get ahead" but to keep from drowning.
God knows, we struggle to pay our bills, and pray for our health since there's no health coverage. We put off any visit to the doctor for as long as possible. We eat cheap vegetables, usually buying them only when they're marked down as they start attracting gnats and fruit flies. We don't have cable TV, we rarely allow ourselves ice cream, and we live in an apartment where it's a battle to get the landlord to repair anything. If we want our toilet to flush -- call us old-fashioned -- we have to fix it ourselves.
That's life in America. And if average, "barely making it" Americans do the duty of good citizens in a previous generation -- if they take the time and energy to watch a newscast or read a newspaper -- they'll know less about what's going on in the world than they did before.
So yeah, I mutter obscenities and scream obscenities. Fuck you, George W. Bush. I hope this so-called President is arrested, and forced to face justice for his crimes against humanity. But assuming that's impossible, I sincerely hope he lives a long life, cursed by burning, painful penile and testicular cancer, constant diarrhea and rectal itch, and ceaseless nightmares of the last screams of American and Iraqi children and adults he brought to their deaths.
Yes indeed -- Fuck you, George W. Bush, and fuck the pig-farm you pretend is a "ranch." Fuck your bosses Cheney and Rumsfeld and Rice, fuck your staff, fuck your family, and fuck your sagebrush and fuck your chauffeur.
It's impossible to shout as many obscenities as these bastards deserve. But I will die trying.
© by the author.
What do you think?
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It's impossible to shout as many obscenities as these bastards deserve.
But I will die trying.
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I hope this so-called President is arrested, and forced to face justice for his crimes against humanity.
But assuming that's impossible, I sincerely hope he lives a long life, cursed by burning, painful penile and testicular cancer, constant diarrhea and rectal itch, and ceaseless nightmares of the last screams of American and Iraqi children and adults he brought to their deaths.
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I can't afford therapy, but boy do I need it. So as an affordable alternative, I've decided to start pounding my anger into a weekly column here.
Fair warning: My parents were repressed -- using any bad words would get my mouth washed out with soap, literally. I still remember the sickly flavor of DoveTM. So as an adult, vulgarity helps with the healing. If naughty language offends you, beat the rush and get offended now.
This page is for my own good, not yours, so you may not like it, but I don't care.
About the authors
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Helen and Harry Highwater have published Unknown News since 1997. We're a married couple sharing a byline à la Lennon and McCartney, and "I" can be either of us, or both of us. If you're consumed by curiosity, it's safe to assume the more boisterous and aggressive bits come from Helen, and anything ladylike or demure is probably Harry's work.
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