Cicero . . .
How long, O Catiline, will you abuse our patience? And for how long will that madness of yours mock us?
The Majority Leader of the United States Senate has abused our patience time and time again, the madness of his complicity in Republican treachery has mocked us for years. Well brace yourselves for more abuse, it’s far from over, there will be no limit to it as long as Harry Mason Reid presides over that travesty that used to be the United States Senate . . .
Through the drifting smoke of bipartisan battle, a hero can be seen, mounting his horse and drawing his sword. Wait . . . he’s dismounting . . . he forgot to put his boots on. OK. His boots are on now. He remounts his horse and draws his sword again. His Lordship, Harry of Nevada, is ready, he gives the command to advance, the sound of bugles echoes across the valley, and off they go, Lord Harry and his host of halfwit hussars, riding like the wind into C-Span glory . . .
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Complicity
Ride the Democrats.
Filibusters to the right of them,
Filibusters to the left of them,
Filibusters in front of them
Volleyed and thundered.
Their’s not to make reply,
Their’s not to reason why,
Their’s but to do and die:
Into the valley of Complicity,
Ride the Democrats.
We interrupt this poem for a special announcement . . .
FDR . . .
In politics, nothing happens by accident. If it happens, you can bet it was planned that way.
When Democrats were actually Democrats, they gave us FDR and JFK, but now we have to settle for BHO. When he was planning his “presidency” in 2008, BHO talked about the crises so many working families were facing, about quiet storms, about the broken economic system that’s causing those quiet storms of anger and disillusionment. He’s a good talker, a very good talker, but he doesn’t listen worth a damn. Neither does Lord Harry. Except when Wall Street talks. BHO and Lord Harry always listen then, they listen to every word.
Because of all the economic treachery BHO and Lord Harry have aided and abetted as they’ve “negotiated” with McConnell and Boehner and Cantor and McCain and all the other Catilines in Washington, those quiet storms of the past few years won’t be quiet much longer. There have been too many betrayals, there’s been too much suffering, there are too many consequences piling up, the “economic recovery” is not going to last, the biggest storm this country’s ever seen is heading our way and there won’t be anything quiet about it.
Those Catilines are sailing right into it, but they don’t even see it. I don’t know when it’s going to hit, I don‘t know where it’s going to hit, I don’t know how high the waves are going to be, but I know one thing, when that storm hits full force, it’s going to be much too big for those centrist sailors and their little boat.
As the wind howls like a hammer, and the night grows rainy, democracy is like some raven, at my window with a broken wing . . .