It's been President Obama for less than two weeks but to hear it from the press, media and pundits, his stimulus plan is too big/too little; he's keeping his campaign promises but they're going to fail ('Gitmo)/he's not keeping his campaign promises (Iraq); he's just going to let the rich keep getting richer/he's giving tax breaks only to the poor so they'll vote for him; the self-appointed Republicans leaders (from their talk-show offices!) are publicly and unashamedly staying that they HOPE HE FAILS - like he'll go down alone or only with Democrats if he does.
What in the hell is wrong with people? And what don't they get about as the nation goes so goes its people?
Isn't anyone sick of hearing Chris 'you're-the-best' Matthews agreeing with whoever is sitting in front of him? The man has absolutely no power of discernment. And, doesn't anyone want to scream when Joan Walsh doesn't just say 'STOP IT' and drop kick the idiots who got us into this mess and who are preventing one single positive, unifying message from being heard just TWO WEEKS after the new president came to office?
Unless and until the people stop drinking this sick brew, the U.S. can not recover from the foul situation that was voted in with the very Republicans who are now whinning about not being listened to. IF ONLY NO ONE HAD LISTENED TO THEM EIGHT YEARS AGO WE WOULDN'T BE IN THIS HORRIFIC MESS.
WAKE UP, AMERCA.


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not necessarily scathing, my imagery a bit highbrow,
my point hoping to feel that disgusted, as I felt...
in the ARMEY and the MATThews with nothing
left: bombing the other sex... somewhere, somehow
this transcribes to a gang and a bang,
bang, bang the drum slowly goes the change,
8 years in the making.... now, it's all up to
the sexy, or the sex--where the boys were--
to get us through:
If I was missing something, it smelled of old
cigar smoke in an old boys' club, and definitely
not those that sat up high on Beacon Hill;
Where's the Harvard in these pundits? Where's
the gentlemen, collectively to be found? There
she is, up against the wall, where the boys were