So I’m out on the road right now. Have been for about two months. Things have been quiet. I haven’t subjected our readership here to my screeds about saving fish and the necessity of dam removal or the evils of the proposed Pebble Mine.
What I have figured out is who I can’t stand. Connecticut Republicans. These are officially, after having traversed this country, the most repellant people I have ever met. These fucking people have everything: money, civil infrastructure, culture, and an economy that caters directly to their fucking ‘needs.’ And yet, AND YET, they are fucking fascists.
So here’s the situation: I wander into a bar. The Detroit Red Wings are in game 6 of the Stanley Cup Finals. All I want in the world is to drink a beer in peace and watch Nick Lidstrom hoist 35 lbs. of hockey history etched in silver (otherwise known as Lord Stanley’s Cup) over his head. What I get is a screaming match by everyone at the bar about how Barack Obama is at best a socialist, and at worst the anti-christ. And I was fine with that. I didn’t want to talk politics. I just wanted to watch The Wings win the oldest trophy in professional sports. It wasn’t until the bartender, trying to dismiss the Junior Senator from Illinois asked who was the last president to (in his words) ‘unify the country.’ Given that to him the ‘Kennedy’ is a bad word, I went straight for FDR. Franklin Delano himself. I hadn’t said a word in this conversation until this point, as it was cutting into my enjoyment of the third period. So it’s in part that these idiots were harshing my Stanley Cup mellow, and in part that they were trashing on one Barry Obama, that I had to speak up. I wish I hadn’t.
Did I mention that these people are fascists? I kid you not, he defended HITLER over FDR. Something about how he brought his nation together and FDR nearly became a tyrant.
This was the most egregious example, but the two women at the bar basically gave a pocketbook defense of Republicanism. Yes, yes, you don’t like Bush, and absolutely you don’t like how the war turned out (didn’t stop you from re-electing Bush 2004, but, I won’t say I told you so) and, of course, OF COURSE, you’re socially liberal.(I mean, The Gays are very nice) But you just can’t vote for a Democat because they’ll raise taxes.
When the Revolution happens I’m coming to Connecticut, taking your Beamer for a joyride, pissing in the backseat, and laughing my ass all the way back to the newly formed Great Lakes Nation. Where good people live.
Joe Lieberman never made so much sense to me until just now.
Connecticut. Worst Blue State, EVER.
