Because that's what the market demands. Although if there really were any such thing a free market meritocracy, every single one of these useless, voodoo-spouting, incompetent Republican fuck-ups would be sleeping under a bridge and sucking cock for food money.
We are living through odd times. The Bush Administration fucked up every single aspect of domestic and foreign policy so badly that they might well have started the U.S. on the slippery slope to becoming a second-rate power. And yet--like the ridiculously large salary club--members and supporters of the former regime are utterly without shame.
My favorite recent example is from Bush Chief of Staff Andrew Card who criticized the Obama Administration's somewhat looser dress code: "I'm disappointed to see the casual, laissez faire, short sleeves, no shirt and tie, no jacket, kind of locker room experience that seems to be taking place in this White House and the Oval Office."
Dude, that's like staying in a really nice hotel, totally shitting the bed, smearing that shit all over the walls and grinding it into the carpet--and then complaining that the guy who comes to clean up isn't wearing the right sort of jacket.
But being Republican means never having to say sorry. Because no matter how tragically wrong your demented, quasi-Maoist polices proved to be, you can always claim this just proves that the policies weren't sufficiently demented or quasi-Maoist enough. And had they been, say, twice as demented and four times as quasi-Maoist, we would now be living in a veritable heaven-on-earth, praise Jesus. Yep, the problem with George W. Bush, you see, was that he just wasn't bat-shit crazy insane right-wing bonkers-in-the-head fucking mental enough. If only we'd had more tax cuts for the rich, more de-regulation and more unnecessary wars, everything would be tickety-boo. (Or you could just take the Rush Limbaugh route and blame poor black people.)
This is of course classic junkie behaviour. The solution to all the problems caused by excessive use of heroin, crack cocaine, booze and Rush Limbaugh-style painkillers (pretty much the same painkillers I'm taking at the moment)? More of the same. In ever-bigger doses. Injected straight into the fucking eyeballs with a shit-smeared and rusty needle.
"More of the same" is also the mantra of the totally out-of-touch ideologue. Which is why today's Republican party remind me so much of the Western Maoists who were so active in the '60s and '70s--dogmatic, totally convinced of their utter and unquestionable correctness despite all the contradictory historical evidence (Mao being a fat, psychopathic ruling class bastard--the Rush Limbaugh of the Yangtze). Which is why, I suppose, Republicans spend so much time trying to get bridges and airports named after their Great Dead Leader, Commisar Vladimir Ilyich Reagan.
Living in the U.S. today is like being in Moscow after the collapse of state-capitalism. (Yes, I was there). People are still pinching themselves, almost as if they can't believe that things have really changed. And when Obama does something profoundly sensible--like tell fat cat CEOs that no they can't use taxpayer money to buy each other ponies and gold inlaid calf-skin fisting harnesses--supporters of the old regime rear upon their creaky, wart-encrusted hind legs and shriek that this a blasphemy against the One True Creed. Except of course that the One True Creed in this instance is unregulated free market capitalism. Which, of course, makes Obama a communist.
But it's the Republicans who are acting like old school Stalinists, perpetuating a rigid ideology (Tax cuts=good! Stopping incompetent right-wing fuckwits from fucking the world economy six ways to Sunday=bad!), and attempting to build a Mao- and Stalin-like "cult of personality" around the dead leader--the worst-ever president of the United States, whose disastrous domestic and foreign policies got us into this mess in the first place.
For more on the distinctly Mao-like Cult of Reagan, check out Daily News columnist Will Bunch's book, Tear Down This Myth.
I first heard about it on my local NPR station. What a marvelous service WHYY provides. You know, thinking about it, I get an awful lot of my information about the world from WHYY. Perhaps I should become a member.
They pay their top paper shuffler THREE QUARTERS OF A MILLION FUCKING DOLLARS A YEAR. So perhaps I won't.
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