Now what do we do?

I'm not going to say I hate raining on the rather hysterically triumphalist parade of the victorious Donkeys, because actually I'm going to enjoy raining on it. I'm a pessimist, cynic, curmudgeon, grouchy grinch, Eeyore, and insofar as possible, a pus-filled zit on the face of every cheerfully grinning sweetness-and-light imbecile. So I'd just like to ask: After six years of the so-called Democrats acting like sniveling, gutless, spineless, castrated patsies who let the forces of evil bring this country and most of the world so perilously close to disaster without making the slightest effort to impede them and in many instances happily cooperating with them, how can anyone realistically think they're going to suddenly start growing some guts, spine, and balls (metaphorically speaking for women, of course, Nancy) and stand up and do what they're supposed and expected to do? (Prize-winning train wreck of syntax there. I've been reading John Stuart Mill lately.) On the contrary, they seem all too ready, after being insulted, lied about, kicked, bludgeoned, raped, and generally brutalized, to come crawling out of the emergency room waving an "olive branch" of reconciliation and "bipartisanship," of all things! This is NOT what we elected them to do. We elected them to KICK ASS!!! and they're obviously not going to do it.

Years ago, before things had gotten anywhere near this hopeless, Jim Hightower made a statement which has become one of my favorite quotes: "Some people think what this country needs is a good third party. I think what we need is a good second party." And after all the blood, sweat, and tears we spent getting them back in the driver's seat in Congress (though not yet in the Weisshaus), we still don't have it. It was N-O-T for this dismal, disgraceful, disgusting, fucked up mess that Jefferson, Washington, Adams, et al. pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor. They're looking down on us now and weeping.