Sunday, March 20, 2011

A poster from the Brazilian Socialist Worker's Party

My friend Harper over at Passed Up Strange has an interesting post about the Brazilian oil company Petrobas (partially owned by George Soros), our own drilling bans, and some of the hostility that The Teleprompter Jesus is now facing during his weekend in Brazil.
It's worth reading, and not just because she graciously includes a link to one of my Facebook rants.

I mean, where the heck did Harper dig up this priceless poster from the Brazilian Socialist Worker's Party? Can't the BSWP (something is lost in translation, I'm sure) recognize one of its own?

Oh well....Prophets are seldom recognized by their own.
But that doesn't excuse this huge banner, does it?

I hope this doesn't come across as schadenfreude based on the harsh treatment that Bush received for going to war with even less justification that Obama. I'm not going to say anything obvious, like HOW IS THAT HOPE AND CHANGE CRAP WORKING OUT FOR YOU?????

In my case, it is about Not Trusting Politicians. None of them.

As long as they are in the thrall of the military/industrial machine, as long as they can be bought and sold like East Fort Worth Crack Whores, as long as people like Hillary Clinton She Whose Name Is Not Spoken can whisper seductive promises of military glory in their ears, they're going to get us into messes like we're about to enter in Libya.
We're going in with no idea how to get out. How the hell can we end a war whose stated objective is to provide humanitarian assistance, air cover, and logistical support, but does not say anything about removing Gaddafi????
Saddam slaughtered 90,000 Kurds while the international community did nothing. I'm glad we hung the S.O.B. But we're the ones left cleaning up the mess.
The nutcase running Libya deserves the same fate. But why do we have to be the ones to deal with it every single time?
We might be doing the right thing in Libya, but the Brazilian Socialist Worker's Party sure doesn't appreciate it.

P.S. - I think I'm going to sit and drink double espressos and blog about this glorious farce until 9:00 p.m. Can someone bring me food?