Dig this, Kats 'n Kittens. Okay, so, there's this so-called "public option" crap in the Health Insurance Industry Give-A-Way bill. It's weakass tea, and it's pretty much doomed to fail, but it lets DP politicians brag to the rubes at home that they tried to solve the health care crisis. And after all, we don't want to let the absolutely shitfaced corrupt be the enemy of the good, now do we?
Now, earlier this year, Snarlin' Arlen Specter (Redneck, PA) changes allegience back to the conservative Ds after being on the conservative R side for umpty-ump years. (As if there's really that much difference.) Thing is, he wants help from party higher ups to make sure he keeps his seat because there's this conservative demotard leftover from Rhamses I inane "Fightin' Dems" 06 campaign making a run at the PA primary.
So, in exchange for some string pulling, Specter agrees to vote for the dumbass "public option" even though he said he wouldn't. After all, it's dead in the water anyway, and it'll make a few yinzer chuckleheads happy, so what the hell. It's win-win, right?
Here's where it gets funny.
Meanwhile, in the alternate bizzaro world of the Intarwebs, DP lapdog-wannabe Mo'Betta Bowers has been doing his yappy dog cheerleader bit for the aforementioned conservative "Fightin' Dem" Joe Sleestak or whatever. Seeing Specter's flip flop on the public option nontroversy, he assumes it was his mighty mighty pwoggie-bloggie powers that made Specter flop his flip.
Behold! The Power of Cheese!
Hi-larious, nu? But wait, there's more! Next Mo'Betta puts up this mopey post about how depressed he is that he has to move heaven and earth, focusing his awesome Optimus Prime-like powers, to make this fuck-corrupt scumbag senator flip his vote. "... progressive activists should be happy that our strategy of pressuring Democrats through primaries is validated, right?" he whines, utterly clueless about how the world works outside of his pwogwessive fantasy internet clubhouse for political retards. Then, faithfull puppy dog Bowers goes on to wimper that he's unhappy his representatives are so fucking corrupt. Oh, ALAS! Alack-a-day! I fall upon the thorns of life, I bleed!
Yes, after pimping his rightwing lesser-evil conservadems for fucking years, Bowwow has the fucking gall to complain about them!
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I've been reading the More Better pwogs for years and I still can't figure out what they want to accomplish. They have nothing in the way of a structural critique. Just some half-assed, semi-social democratic, aspirational geewhizzery and the sad nerd's grasp of electoral procedures. On paper and in pixels, some of the geewhizzery is okay. The public option, for example, would have helped quite a few people. But on that, and on every other issue, they immediately rush into competitive servility. Their alpha consumer opinion leaders get out in front of the stampede to set the parameters of socially acceptable groveling. Then their "humorists" make jokes about how galling it is to be too smart to do what they're doing. Tee, hee, hee motherfuckers.
ReplyDeleteWhat do they want to accomplish? Book deals and catered lunches with the Big Man in freshly-gentrified Harlem, or wherever. That's pretty much it, I believe.
ReplyDelete-- ms_xeno
It's a mystery to me, too. I suppose it's the kind of thing that happens to people who are so disconnected from the world outside their comfy-cozy suburban existence that they can't imagine their decisions impacting anyone but themselves.
ReplyDeleteOTOH, maybe they're just jerks.