I wasn’t going to get too crazy aboutthis, because my most charitable interpretation lately has turned out to be correct, and I think this commenter gets it largely right:
The
more I think about it, the more I think he’s going for the Chicago
Mafia tactics. Invite you in, wine and dine you, give ‘healthy’ advice
and show concern for your own good if you don’t take it… until they
realize you simply aren’t going to play along- then shoot you over
dessert and say “Now look what you made me do.”
(Or maybe I’d just like to see that.)
But then I remembered that this isn’t just Obama, it’s fucking Nancy and Harry and Steny and the club of the most of them that have been acting like scared little children since 2006, and I think they needa reminder:
Okay? You don’t need them to get anything done. You don’t need them to get anything done at all. You can get up in the morning, see the five messages from Boehner wanting to meet and talk and fight and fuss and complain, and you can distribute each one to an intern to use as a coffee coaster. You do not need to care what they think.
And you certainly don’t need to worry that people will be upset with you, people who vote. People right now demonstrably do not give a damn about cosmetic shit, about the Republican outrage of the day, if they did they never would have voted for Obama in the first place, because he has a funny name and pals around with terrorists and wants to take your guns away to give to gay aborted babies. People right now demonstrably do not want you to be nice to Republicans. They may not want you to be mean, but that’s only because they don’t care how you are to Republicans AT ALL.
I mean, Nancy, Harry, Steny, have you seen this country lately? We’re socompletely fucked:
“We could tell you what we did on a daily basis, but you wouldn’t
believe it. You know, boxes in a big container, and it’ll weigh 800
pounds, you push it out the door through eight inches of snow, and push
it up on a barge, and we were idiots enough that we did it by
ourselves. We worked as a team, and we had a good friend right along
side of us,” Keith Rider tells correspondent Scott Pelley.
“Our friends. It’s crazy. You’ll never understand it. But we loved it,” Rider says.
“I remember people with scarves breathin’ through ice in just
unreal…eyelashes frozen and I started in ’81. And when you worked, you
worked. Why weren’t we bailed out?” Morris Deufemia asks.
Do you think in the face of that anybody gives a shit what Republicans think of your manners?
And fine, they want to make it about birth control, let’s make it about birth control. Do you think poor women trying to scrape by with whatever they’ve got left, trying to get basic health care (and yes, forget having babies or not having babies, in some cases birth control pills ARE basic health care that allows you to be well enough to work, you assholes, try living with fibroids and endometriosis and see what that does to your productivity, you nutsacks) really give a shit if you and the Republicans are friends? If you all can have lunch together? If Chris Matthews thinks you’re being mean? If Barack Obama’s really living up to his promise to make us all be excellent to each other? Really, you think that’s what’s critical here?
I mean, okay. But your approval rating’s in the basement and there’s a reason why, demonstrated in every move you make: You’re clearly more interested in bending over backwards to please people your constituents have told you they don’t want pleased than in helping people fuckinglive. You cannot work up the amount of get-it-done-NOW urgency for the American people that you can when Boehner sends up a howl. It’s the comparison, you morons. It’s all of us, out here, watching to see what really rings your bell.
Maybe what we need to do to get your attention is put on suits and spray-on tans and change our party affiliations. Maybe that’s what it takes.
Schmucks.
A.