God damn you Walter! You fuckin’ asshole! Everything’s a fuckin’ travesty with you, man! And what was all that shit about Vietnam? What the FUCK, has anything got to do with Vietnam? What the fuck are you talking about?
now, replace a few words here and there, and you have my sentiments on the President’s address from Jackson Square this evening:
God damn you Dubya! You fuckin’ asshole! Everything’s a fuckin’ travesty with you, man! And what was all that shit about terrorists and weapons of mass destruction? What the FUCK, has anything got to do with terrorists? What the fuck are you talking about?
Why was terrorism brought up? I understand that, like a terrorist attack, Hurricane Katrina caused a lot of damage. We don’t, however, need to drag terrorism into the mix here. It’s like talking about Vietnam at the scattering of Donny’s ashes. I have mixed feelings on a lot of political things going on right now. I like to think that I consider things rationally, rather than clinging to a particular political party or agenda.
This particular issue, however, hit close to home. My roommate told me today that he got to our apartment through some trickery, (these aren’t the droids you’re looking for) and that most of our stuff has been flooded and/or fallen over and then been flooded. I’ve been living in various places around the country, none of them my home, for a couple of weeks now.
The last thing I need to see the President talking about in Jackson Square is some plug for the whole War on Terror (if you can wage war on an emotion…). It felt like a commercial product placement. I expect better, from both him and his speechwriters.
I feel so… used.