I stand prepared to renounce my party.

A while back the distinctions began to blur.

Not so subtle a shift as it appeared to be at the time.

I did begin to understand some time ago that they’re all about the dollar. All of them. So yeah, I get that.

Lust, greed and glory.

Still, I imagined some to be more courageous than others. More compassionate. Maybe even protecting the plutocracy for the sake of the American worker. Altruistic sacrifices? Something along those lines?

Then there was Joe Lieberman. Two faced prick. Whenever he’s on TV, I can see right through him.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

They can all blow me.

A massive amount of human energy and money spent in an attempt to steer the listing vessel towards shallower waters so that repairs could begin.

Flesh could be mended. The killing and dying, at least not participated in or perpetuated by, our own children anymore.

We tried.

We changed the majority in the legislative branch. It took an Everest of effort. So much human will exerted for not one fucking thing.

Not one fucking thing. Not one. Nothing.

I am naive.

Over the weekend, congress placed the implementation of warrantless wiretapping largely at the behest of the executive branch dipshit of the month and pinhead crony of the year, Alberto Gonzales.

You have got to be motherfucking kidding me.

Then they all, including the spineless, snot running, watery eyed and sackless fucking democrats, ran off to their fucking vacation homes, grilled shrimp and drank crisp sauvignon blanc and got to know the new puppy.

You assholes. The battle all along has been that the neocons bypassed FISA and therefore broke the law.

All that time and energy spent. Sincere concern and awakening on the part of the electorate to give you the majority, TO EFFECT CHANGE!

And you. The majority. Wilt, after one goddamn round on war funding and give the neocons a legal way around FISA before you go away to sleep in for a month and feel good about cleaning the leaves out of the pool one morning.

I renounce my ship of fools.

If I did my job as well as you do yours, I wouldn’t have one.

There’s this tiny middle eastern guy with a pompadour who seems to be in charge next door at the 7-11. He’s got charisma and a good voice. I need to get his name so I can write it in on all the ballots I fill out in ’08.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

Drinks for my friends.