|A Pox on All Your Houses, from Sauce and the Spirit of Detroit.
||[Dec. 12th, 2008|09:00 am]
May nothing have mercy on you.
I regret that I wrote anything positive for you, Jon Tester. May you have a future where you preside over vast acres of polluted wilderness and little else, you bumbling country bumpkin. Jim Bunning, I hope that you are shown for what you were ... a mediocre pitcher in an era more favorable for pitchers. Don't ever bother coming to Michigan for an autograph session. No one wants an autograph from an absolute monster. Richard Shelby, any number of physical ailments I wish upon you and your family. You are an enemy to your Alabama residents and a traitor to your country. Bob Corker, I hope your fucking family falls apart, and I hope your fundamentalist nonsense burns you like a spark burns gasoline, you low life weasel. As for those who didn't vote, you're scum. Ted Kennedy, you never had the balls to run this country, and you were never more than a shred of the quality of your brothers.
Rather than go through and insult every particular senator in opposition of saving the country money in the long run, I'll swing it swiftly and to the point, like a blunt force trauma from a tire iron.
Do not bother communicating to me if you fail to see the hypocrisy in handing billions to Wall Street without comparative restriction. Do not bother communicating to me if you fail to see that this country suffers immensely without the widespread manna of jobs stemming from the US auto industry.
Foreign governments pledged financial support to Detroit 3, while our own government refuses to pinch an inch. Humiliating. I have no faith in humanity, in the American people, and especially not in our government.
Do not bother coming to me with your sympathy and your pleas for help. You will get a closed door and a cackle of laughter. Do not bother coming to me with a kind word for my enemy. I'll agree with you in deceit, while I work to undermine you and your partnership. Do not bother threatening me with an unfavorable decision. Life is already unfavorable.
Millions of people suddenly have nothing left to lose, and that's a dangerous climate for all of us to reside.
I will never forget this. My heart is black. Pleasantries are obsolete.