Thursday, August 20, 2009

Oh, stop it

Lately I've been reading a lot about some right-wing paranoia regarding President Obama's alleged plan to turn the United States into a socialist state. National health care, apparently, will give way to some mystical sociopolitical cataclysm and mark the end of this great experiment in democracy while condemning the good people of America to bread lines...presuming they have any time left after waiting in line for toilet paper and cheese. Thus, our magnificent empire crumbles.

First of all, stupid, do you honestly think that any real change is possible in this stupid country of ours? Our nation is run by corporations. Not by the people. Not by the president. Not by grand ideas of freedom, justice, or this bullshit patriotism everybody seems so mesmerized by. It's run by corporations who will crush any idea that doesn't make a buck.

Secondly, and to continue that idea, even if health care reform DOES come to this country, you can rest assured that it will be a disgusting, mutated hybrid of socialized medicine and the good ol' privatized system we've all been fucked by. You think insurance companies are going to sit idly by while their livelihood is taken away? Your insurance company OWNS you, you ridiculous inmate, so don't you worry your pretty little head about socialism because there's a huge capitalist thug in the yard and he'll do anything to protect his bitch.

Please, please, please stop pretending that any of this political nonsense actually means anything. It doesn't. Believe me, whatever happens, you'll still get fucked EXACTLY the same way as you always did. So, chin up.


Anonymous said...

Go corporations go! I root for Victoria's Secret, my husband roots for Nike, my daughter's pwned by American Girl, and my son is a proud member of the prison industrial complex. We're not giving up these fetishes anytime soon; it's our constitutional right. Right?

Dr. Hollywood said...

Why are you so consistently awesome all of the day long? Yes, BTW, we should do something at the EB Fringe. Or you could move out here and write 3 movies with me. None of which will ever be filmed. I bought a tiny car with the most fitting name ever for a piece of shit; The Ford Aspire. This off-white hatchbitch just wishes it was something, anything, else. Love to you and the Mandrake.

Gabe said...

I want that! I want to write exactly three movies with you! But no more.