I'm tired of feeling like a helpless, scared-to-death passenger trapped in the back seat of a speeding car as a boozy, coked-up Bush careens blindly towards the abyss. Melodrama? God help us, I don't think so.
We already have more than enough reasons: Katrina, Iraq, an economy on the edge of bankruptcy, and flat-earth bozos tossing copies of Origin of Species into trash cans. Yadda yadda yadda. It's goddamned terrible. It's gonna take years to fix this shit. But it can get much, much worse. Before January 2009, a lunatic, I-Don-t-Give-A-Fuck Bush still has the time to appoint a Supreme Court justice or two and--ready?--start dropping nukes on Iran. Can this country survive World War III? I don't think so.
Melodrama? I don't think so.
Impeachment is the only check and balance we have left, and threatening to use it with no intention of doing so is like waving a cap gun in Tony Soprano's face: it can get you killed.
It's not a political choice anymore. It's survival.
Thankfully, there is a reluctant but ever-growing awareness in the United States about how batshit crazy the bozo in the White House is.
It's the moment in a horror movie when the sneering cynics realize that the monsters are real. This usually happens before they're eaten. (Don't you hate when that happens?)
As the old saying goes, "Nothing focuses a man's mind like an imminent hanging."
Thank the Goddess for enlightened self-interest. It ain't pretty, but it works. Sometimes.
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