I'm sure this isn't good yet, but posting it anyway:
Sidelined
Headed into my millionth last stand
Heart and mouse in my hand.
If I could, I'd immolate today.
Let capitalism throw my trash away.
Too damn stubborn to quit now.
Although there is some inconsistency-my initial word wasn't the right choice
in fighting for democracy,
when I'm not free.
But in the course of human events,
this evil regime makes no fucking sense.
So I plant trees
I'll never sit in the shade of.
Joni Ernst, It’s Also About Meaning
There is a part of me that got the A’s and all that, and fell upon The West Wing after the fact that has all this respect and still wants to call you Senator Ernst out of respect for the office and, blah, blah, citizenship-cakes, but I think you forfeited that right when you “invited” people who are struggling to die for your priorities and advancement. Thanks to Gary Legum at Wonkette for the documentation here(This, in case you’re not aware is not what Jesus would do. A lot of you guys…get confused about that.) So, hey, Joni, what’s up? We’re not all your pigs.
It's not about some guarantee where we all get a hundred years, tax-free, all right, and it’s not about people not being willing to make sacrifices, although, even not being from Iowa, I’m pretty sure nobody poor wants to sacrifice their “inalienable rights” to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness so that you can get even more powerful and be a bigger hose beast than you are. That does not count as the greater good where I come from. If we have to sacrifice or tighten our belts, it should be about things that matter to *us*, but there’s enough that we shouldn’t have to, much—people at the top are really greedy-- not so our rich overlords can take private jets off their taxes (private jets must kill your soul faster than crack cocaine…maybe I’m lucky my disability and relative lack of resources keeps me off of one, at that.) You are allegedly a public servant, although admittedly the duties of such a role have shifted in our second term as #AssholeNation…in many ways, you are the only voice those people you—heckled (how hilarious!) have. They turned to you to serve them, and not only are you failing them, and proud about doing so, you mocked them for expecting otherwise. A disgrace to a disgraceful profession.
Nobody knows how long they have on this planet, it’s true, which is why I hate the times I spend yelling at people like you and foraging for the crumbs that count as our safety net in a country of unparalleled resources. I’d like to find more time for creativity, fun, and enjoyment instead of low-level scurrying to try to fix what people like you break. You (and your crew) make me sick and I want to tie this response around your necks for the rest of your lives.
Taking you down with me,
The Bohemian Crip
can you afford a donation to JD Scholten?
He's running to defeat Ms. Ernst.
