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Thursday, November 04, 2004

Baron's Brain: Now What?

Now that The Brain has recovered from post-election hangover, The Brain is reminded of that infamous scene from the movie Network when Howard Beale gives the speech of the century:
I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job, the dollar buys a nickel's worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter, punks are running wild in the streets, and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air's unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit and watch our tee-vees while some local newscaster tells us today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We all know things are bad. Worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything's going crazy. So we don't go out any more. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we live in gets smaller, and all we ask is please, at least leave us alone in our own living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my tee-vee and my hair-dryer and my steel-belted radials, and I won't say anything, just leave us alone. Well, I'm not going to leave you alone. I want you to get mad.

I don't want you to riot. I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to write your congressmen. Because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about depression and the inflation and the defense budget and the Russians and crime in the street. All I know is first you got to get mad. You've got to say: "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take this any more. I'm a human being, goddammit. My life has value." So I want you to get up now. I want you to get out of your chairs and go to the window. Right now. I want you to go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and yell. I want you to yell: "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take this any more!"
Well, my fellow Democrats, it's time to get mad. The Brain is enraged, and Republicans are going to know about it for the next four years. After watching Kerry/Edwards take the high road on all ethical issues while the Reps dragged out Swift Boat Dummies with money, the mistress of the night Lynne and her husband Dick "I am Satan" Cheney, Sinclair Broadcasting, Sproul & Associates, the mindless drones at Fox-TV, and the constant mantra of lies spewed by Bush, only to watch 51% of Americans drink the Bushies' Kool-Aid, The Brain feels we Dems must state straight out: no more Mr. Nice Guy. From now on the Reps get exactly and succinctly what we think. When they lie, we call them liars. When they steal, we call them thieves. When they take vacations, we call them lazy bums. The only way to defeat these people is to tell the world what we really think, and tell them loudly. Make sure everyone hears how dirty the Reps really are. We know they're dirty, so it doesn't make sense to preach it to our own choir.

And from now through the regurgitation (oops, inauguration) we are going to hear how this country needs to heal. The Brain doesn't think so. Don't give us that "now is the time to be united" tripe. Do the Reps really think that we're so passive that after they've stolen our lunch money every day for the past six months we're all going to have a group hug? HAH, is what The Brain says. The Brain isn't about to hold any Bushie's hand and begin singing Kumbayah.

The only way to beat these people is to play their way--ugly. And the only way to do that is to get really, really mad. With these thoughts in mind, The Brain has these final words to say to the Republicans standing in the other corner: Bring It On. The Brain is cocked and ready.


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