“You know, we should not be giving cash to people who basically are just going to blow it on drugs and not take care of their own children.” — Sen. Orrin Hatch (R-Utah).

Dear Sen. Orrin Hatch

My children are all grown up and doing as well as they can. As for myself, I haven’t done drugs since the early 70s. A rebellious thing of the 60s/70s, you know how it is. Well, maybe not. You seem like a pretty uptight, straight asshole to me, but what the hell, different strokes and all that.

I assume you receive a paycheck for your, er, services to the, er, people of this country. We are your boss, right? I mean, it is our tax dollars that pay your way, right? Anyway, I assume you receive a paycheck and are able to pay your bills on time. Well, guess what? I don’t. I’m one of those unemployed through no fault of mine. Indeed, I’d say it’s more your fault I’m unemployed than mine. You and your cronies are the ones handing millions to your friends on Wall Street and driving all the jobs over to third world countries.

Anyway, I also assume you like to eat. So do I. I like to keep the lights on, too. A little AC is nice in these hot climes. Laundry, too. Clean clothes are so important for that pointless job search. I say pointless since you and your cronies have all but killed any hope of a job.

Anyway, I was just wondering, since you seem to have your fingers on the pulse of the issue, just where do you think we unemployed are going to get the money for food and clothing and the other essentials a human needs to survive with you and your cronies cutting off the only lifeline we have left?

Yours in hoping you rot in hell
AnonyMoose

Listening to Steve Earle, Christmas in Washington, wondering how it all went so wrong. We were the Baby-Boom generation. We had it all. Secure homes, a good education, a future in the new America. We rose up to smite the gods, to tear the power from their hand and direct it toward a good cause. Now, it seems we’ve faded from the scene, the fight left unfinished, those in power are still in power and those on the bottom are still getting shafted. There are groups out there still fighting but they seem so ineffective. The machine continues to grind us down, turning this once great country into a third-world nation.

Will no one stand and scream that enough is enough? Jefferson would weep over what’s become of his beloved land. He would be on the front line of change, holding a banner high, making secret plans to overthrow a government that is no longer representative of its people.

I have no problem with Obama. I think he could be a good president, if it’s possible for any politician to be anything but a lying piece of shit out to fulfill his or her own personal agenda. He is young and idealistic and came up from the streets and you would think he might have acquired a clue along the way. It sure doesn’t seem that way. And none of those around him seem to have a clue either. Maybe they should step out of their protected door and ask the homeless, jobless guy walking down the street what’s up? He might give them an earful.

We need a WPA program, Barack. Remember FDR? What he did when the whole damn country was going down the toilet? He sent them out to every nook and quiet corner of this land. They built roads, bridges, rail lines. They wrote stories, took pictures, slapped paint on canvas. They rebuilt this place, rebuilt themselves, rebuilt their pride.

We are in shambles, Barack. We are hurting and divided and in need of guidance. Don’t be a political prick. Fuck the Republicans. Fuck the Democrats too. You’re the fucking president of this great nation. Do something.

The craziness continues. Who knew that Parkinson’s ate your brain and made you go batshit? Not sure how much longer it will be before the old fart goes completely off the rails. Kind of makes me think of the old Who line: “Hope I die before I get old”. Amen to that.

And, on yet another sad note, Truman disappeared. I don’t know what happened to him. One evening he was there, trilling away as he did when you petted him and the next day he was gone. I suspect an owl, he was just a kitten. The loss of someone you love is always hard but somehow harder when they disappear without a trace.

Little Truman, gone to blue. Miss you, buddy. Looking forward to seeing you on the other side.