Brush Up Yer Resumes

Okay boys and girls, it's time to start brushin' up yer resumes. Soon (and sooner than you think, although not nearly soon enough) there'll be a new administration in Washington, D.C., and you know what that means...

A whole passle of new Republican Congresscritters are gonna be a-comin' to town and there's nothing they need more than a bunch of overqualified, Type-A, alcoholic, closeted, self-loathing, queer as a three-dollar bill office staffers, who can type a hundred words a minute with no errors and who have heard of this "interwebs" thing.

You'll be in rehab in no time as you drink and drug yourselves into nightly oblivion, unaware of and/or in denial about the gnawing cancer of self-loathing that's eating you alive as you slavishly serve the fag-bashing hypocrites who walked into office ON YOUR BACKS!

Like John McCain. He's against gay marriage and gay adoptions. Like where does he get off talking about marriage? Didn't he dump wife number 1 as soon as she became an inconvenient (and incapacitated) truth for the beer heiress he's married to now?

I may be wrong.

But never mind that, we're talking JOBS here.

Perhaps the only jobs remaining in America, come next January 20th, no matter who wins.

If Barack keeps his focus on one thing, and one thing only, he'll have a hard time losing in November.

"IT'S THE ECONOMY, STUPID."

Sleeping Like a Baby

"Thank You, God..." Copyright © Austin Cline.

Somebody, I forget who, made a good point today about Dubya's refusal to "be funny" at the White House Correspondent's Dinner last Saturday night "out of respect for the dead at VT" ... that respect for the dead never stopped him before. I thought that was definitely worth noting.

And speaking of dead heroes, David Halberstam died yesterday. That's a real blow to the nation and to democracy. There was somebody who wasn't afraid to speak truth to power.

My friend Bev asked me recently what we old radicals should do now that we're finally getting pissed off enough to actually do something other than whine. I've given it a lot of thought.

Bitch. Loudly. Often. To anybody who'll listen and even to those who won't. One person DOES matter. One person can become thousands. I'm not that old that I don't remember how the "May Day" demonstrations grew in the early 70's until, by 1972, there were millions of people participating in mass demonstrations against the war in Viet Nam.

And bitch to the Supreme Court, too. Fat lot of good it'll do, but bitch anyway.

And get on the horn to your CongressCritter, too. There's a big vote coming up, maybe as soon as next Monday, on legislation to add the LGBT and Disabled communities to existing Hate Crimes legislation. Get on the horn now and nag the hell out of your representative to do the right thing and vote for passage. This is not the "Anti-Christian Act" that so many hatemongers are purporting it to be, unless the average Christian you know is a God-Fearing Fag Basher.

It's the little things that matter. Find some little thing to do. Change one incadescent light bulb in the house to one of those new-fangled mini-fluorescent bulbs. Anything.

And maybe, if you do just one little thing, when you go to bed tonight you'll wind up...

Sleeping like a baby.