Refining American Dreams

BULLIES WITH A BULLHORN

How the mighty have......vaporized.

With each passing day, Republicans stare shell shocked as Obama's lead grows. Even in states they viewed as reliably, solidly Republican McCain is fighting for his life.

The McCainiacs are now forming a circle and shooting at each other. Some blame McCain’s choice of That Woman From Wasillia for the nosedive. Some think McCain wasn’t sufficiently sleazy or smeary. The 'Georgetown cocktail party set' blames the Alaska moosehunting “culture” that spawned a accented airhead who couldn't find Islamabad on a map with a pair of hunting dogs and Google Earth. The Christian Right points at a campaign wasn’t sufficiently Christian, meaning not enough Hellfire and Brimstone, The Elite Right Wing Media want more Reverend Wright videos out now!

The reality is that after two decades of demonizing the Democrats - Bill, Hillary, John Kerry, Harry Reid, Nancy Pelosi, John Murtha, Patrick Leahy (ok he was attacked with an envelope full of anthrax) Barbara Boxer, Paul Wellstone (OK he was killed in a plane crash), Russ Feingold, John Conyers, Barney Frank, Chris Dodd, Jimmy Carter, lesbians, gays, blacks, poor, union workers, women, even shoes and coffee, Birkenstocks and lattes were not immune, not to mention the entire City of Hollywood, the people of New Orleans, Barbra Striesand, The Dixie Chicks, Cher, Rosie O’Donnel, Michael Moore and me, has run its course.

In the stark light of an Economic Meltdown what really mattered most to voters turned out to be LEADERSHIP. The absence of any on the Right was proof beyond a shadow of a doubt that the entire Republican Party had been bullshitting with a bullhorn the whole time they were in power. Republicans do not know how to govern. Never did, never cared to. What they knew was how to STEAL. Elections, resources and of course The Treasury.

They were simply war mongers, bank robbers, fear mongers, propogandists. Bullies with bullhorns.

A stark raving mad Emperor and his cohorts in crime mastered ruining lives in the name of protecting lives. They formed a tight circle jerk of loyalists and comrades dismantling America. Everything was taken apart like meth fiends on a Friday night in Freebaseville. In the end when the curtain was pulled away we saw them sitting there, sucking their last pull off the pipe of corruption blaming each other for the mess they made during their drunken power binge. Small and tired and very damaged people who made their way by yelling terrorist in a crowded Mall, lying and using the awesome power of the Presidency to commit heinous atrocities.

But once the pulpit is taken away all that’s left is the bully.

Bullies who name call, and who thrive on public spectacle eventually end up alone. Then they begin to bully each other! That's what we've got now. Republicans attacking Republicans. Republicans ratting out Republicans, and of course Republicans who are just rats jumping ship all together.

The fresh, cool wave of cleansing clarity has finally arrived to wash away the stain of McCarthy-like attacks on our patriotism, our ideas, our dedication to each other, and our Nation's reputation in the world. When the wave retreats it will take with it the remaining decaying castle the right wing has built on nothing but sand.
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"All cruelty springs from weakness."(Seneca, 4BC-AD6)

A bully is a convincing, practiced liar and when called to account, will make up anything spontaneously to fit their needs at that moment.

Those who can . . . do.

Those who can't . . . bully.

Bullies were founded on a fundamentally infantile worldview. Bully behavior simply goes with the territory. Besides which, as every good fascist fascilitator knows, an army of bullies, carefully taught to twitch to the tune of a bully amplifying bull-horn is so easy to order into any battle the man behind the screen might choose.

Bullies, bully to varying degrees:

Serial bully types:
Attention-Seeker --> Wannabe --> Guru --> Sociopath

Synonoyms for bully:

bludgeon, bluster, browbeat, buffalo, bulldoze, coerce, cow, despotize, domineer, dragoon, enforce, harass, hector, lean on, menace, oppress, overbear, persecute, ride roughshod, showboat, swagger, terrorize, threaten, torment, torture, turn on the heat, tyrannize,walk heavy

Antonym for bully: allow, leave alone, let it be

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Conversation avec un despote:

And bully says: "I got mine -- to hell with people who are lazy and refuse to get off the couch. I will never be poor again."

Really? Lazy?

"Uh, well, why should I pay my employees anything higher than minimum wage. Workers -- they come and they go. They're shiftless people, who are only looking for a handout from people like me."

Did you ever talk to "them." Find out about their lives? You say you will never be poor AGAIN? Then you have forgotten where you began. You are just another victim of convenient short-term memory loss. I'll call you "Reagan, Mr. I Don't Recall" for definition's sake.

Oh, bullies when confronted, always revert to victim-mode.

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Me, egghead? I am a sensitive, ultra-violet Lily

Always have been. I look at my 2nd grade class picture and I see my eyes first, always. They are easy with a sparkle. Best picture I ever took. The smile is natural. But the dress I'm wearing -- it has a story. And the hair I'm wearing -- it has a story.

First the hair: The night before, Mother had pulled every single tiny strand into spike rollers and tight pin-curls. I cried through it all, and was sent to bed, yet never slept. So, yeah, my eyes, in the picture, look sleep deprived -- but not conquered. The hair, though, a perfect coif.

Secondly, the dress: This was the most beautiful dress in the world to me, because Mother LET ME pick it out. The dress was a red, green and gold Tartan pattern with 3 white quarter-sized buttons to my left, alongside an up & down ruffle flourish. Oh, and don't forget the classic white pointed collar. Very Irish, as I see it in retrospect. Yet, there was a bully on the playground who reached out and ripped a hole in my new dress, the day my picture was taken. The day after that, the bully, making sure I was sufficiently terrorized, fabricated a lie about me, egghead, and I received my first and only paddling from a teacher. So . . . there are pain in them 2nd grade eyes too.

Was this egghead's first bully? Hell no. Did my mother tell my story to the Principal? Hell yeah. I learned that day in the Principal's office that my mother loved me, and I had a champion. Now my mother's indiscriminate hair pulling -- that's another matter.

I learn from my 2nd grade picture every single day, 'cause I know all of us can be incandescent -- no matter what -- keeping our passions warm, even heated --- stoking the fire of emotion, ardently in pursuit of TRUTH. This is the core definition of art.

Walter Pater once said about the Renaissance, that it was "an impassioned age, so ardent and serious in pursuit of art."

FAST CAR (Tracy Chapman)

You got a fast
car

I want a ticket to anywhere

Maybe we make a deal

Maybe together we can get
somewhere

Anyplace is better

Starting from zero got nothing to
lose

Maybe we’ll make something

me myself I got nothin to
prooove

You got a fast car

I got a plan to get us out of
here
Been working at the convenience
store

Managed to save just a little bit of
money

Won’t have to drive too far

Just cross the border and into the
city

You and I can both get jobs

And finally see what it
means to be
living

See my old man’s got a problem

He live with the bottle that’s the
way it is

He says his body’s too old for
workin

I say his body’s too young to look
like his

My mama went off and left him

She wanted more from life than-a he
could give

I say somebody’s got to take
care of him

So I quit school
that’s what I did

You have a fast car

But is it fast enough so we can fly
away

We gotta make a decision

We leave tonight or live and die this
way

I remember when we were driving,
driving in your car

The speed so fast I felt like I was
drunk

And city lights lay out before us

And your arm felt nice
Wrapped ‘round my shoulder

And I'e-I, had a feeling that I
belonged

And I‘e-I, had a feeling I could
be someone,
be someone,
be someone

You got a fast car

We go cruising to entertain
ourselves

You still ain’t got a job

And I work in a market as a
checkoutgirl

I know things will get better

You’ll find work and I’ll get promoted

We’ll move out of the shelter

Buy a big house and live in the
suburbs

I remember when we were driving,
driving in your car

The speed so fast I felt like I was
drunk

And the city lights lay out before us

And your arm felt nice
Wrapped ‘round my shoulder

And I’e-I,
had a feeling that I
belonged

And I‘e-I,
had a feeling I could
be someone,
be someone,
be someone

You got a fast car
I got a job that pays all our bills

You stay out drinking late at the bar

See more of your friends than you do of your kids

I’d always hoped for better

Thought maybe together you and me would find it

I got no plans I ain’t going nowhere

So take your fast car and keep on driving

I remember when we were driving,
driving in your car

The speed so fast I felt like I was
drunk

City lights lay out before us

And your arm felt nice
Wrapped ‘round my shoulder

And I‘e-I, had a feeling that I
belonged

And I‘e-I, had a feeling I could
be someone,
be someone,
be someone

You got a fast car

But is it fast enough so you can
fly away

You gotta make a decision

You leave tonight or live and die this-a
Way

Die this waaay
Live and die this waaaaay
Live and die this waay.

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Barack Obama is our champion:
He speaks up and gives us all a voice and says I'll be your President and I'll enlist you too, include you too, as part of the plan. He says this . . . after all this terrible shocking and awing disillusionment from the Bush Regime: which drives a person to say why live anymore -- this is hell -- and I'm not a masochist.