OK, big f-ing tease. Because, as some of you may have noticed, living is NOT SO F-ING easy right now, summertime or not (sorry We Are The World Bikini Girls).
But I’m gonna throw this out there. And it’s going to be a way better pitch than the one Lefty Obama threw out at the MLB All-Star game: We’re in a great place, America! Seriously. Hear me out. It’s not like I speak the word of the Carrot Top (“Eat your veggies! Don’t forget to tip your waitresses!”)
First, the Bad News: We have failed. Utterly failed. M.S.O. Maximum Society/System Overload.
The Good News: We can rebuild it. It’s not even that we can. It’s that we MUST!
It’s called adaptation, and we’re currently adapting as fast as we can so our chinny-chin-chins are able to stay above the quicksand. “Throw a brother a line, would ya?” Actually, I think we’re doing pretty well considering all the Doom&Gloom forecasts of just a couple months ago. A good job, despite the Limbassholes of the world who think their cesspoolian, rehashed rhetoric will somehow magically transpo them back to the “good ole” GOP days. Hey, Rush: Don’t be hatin’!
Whatever. Hate who the hell you want. To me, life’s too short to waste one second of energy hatin’ on anyone (Republican, Democrat, Tree Frog) – except maybe, well, that Madoffwitheveryonesmoney character. Not cool.
But go ahead, you Rushtards: You sit around hatin’, while the rest of us are adaptin’, and it’s your asses that are going to be left behind at the punch bowl forced to guzzle from the Jonesian Machiatto. That’s right Old White Dudes of The GOP, you are on the clock. Or, as one of my favorite writers Stuart Wilde would say: “You are under the spell of the tick-tock.” That means you are caught up in the Big Lie. And you’re never going to get it.
That’s the whole point, peeps. We were all caught up in the lies for too long, and that’s why we crashed. Yet, we can get it!
I don’t know about you, but I’d like to focus my energy on being a part of building something other than hatred. How about the coolest Super Highway you or I, or Schwarzenegger of CollieFornia, could ever imagine? At least that way, Tim Robbins and I will be assured of an extra smooth ride in our Prius’.
