Meet Mr. Corporation

Yesterday, January 21, 2010, the Supreme Court of the United States of America (SCOTUS) effectively declared that corporations (already considered, via a legal fiction, to be a "person" under the law) could donate money to political campaigns.

Let me back up for a moment. They've been able to donate money to political parties for a long time, but now they can donate money to specific candidates. Lots and lots of money. Millions, even.

Even Michael Bloomberg, billionaire mayor of New York City, wouldn't have enough money to counteract a Halliburton sponsored political opponent.

Do you want a Citigroup lap-dog running YOUR town? (not that you don't have one already, but I'm jes' sayin', is all.)

Corporations can now (and will) pack Congress with congresscritters to their liking. Congresscritters who will give even more blowjobs to big business, big oil, big pharma.

If you thought the United States was already fucked, you don't know jackshit.

So bend over and smile. 'Cause you ain't even gonna get kissed while you're getting fucked.

Oh, and it's only a matter of time before corporate America goes back to the Supreme Court to ask for a finding that they may VOTE, too.

But you will never see Goldman Sachs lining up for jury duty... or Citigroup rushing off to join the Navy.

No. That you will never see.

Corporations take, but they never give. Except to politicians who deliver.

Viscious Queens

Hey! Remember when "viscious queen" meant some limp-wristed drag queen who'd scratch your eyes out? Bitch!

I do.

But to hear the latest crap out of the RRR, you'd think we've been living in gyms for the last 30 years (we have) and pumping ourselves up (we did) and taking self-defense lessons and are now:

S U P E R Q U E E R S!

making the world unsafe for God-fearing folk such as they. I also remember a time when, with the swing of a baseball bat, or a well-timed public raid on a bar or a bathhouse, they could count on us to slink back into our shame-filled closets, where we belonged.

Well, they can't count on that anymore. We lost that shame. It turned out that the shame wasn't ours to begin with, it was THEIR shame which they foisted off on us. We had nothing to be ashamed of. Never did.

And with the shame, went the guilt. And with the guilt went any impetus for us to care what they think. We are now beyond their control.

And they know it. And they are starting to get scared. And they should.