Some people have asked me, “Hey Jason, what do you think of President Bush’s nomination of Harriet Miers to fill the second Supreme Court opening?”
And all I can say in response is, hahahahahahahahaaha.
Because the nomination sends a message loud and clear to all the conservatives who have supported Bush through it all over the years:
You’ve been punk’d. Suckers.
This is the moment you’ve been waiting decades for. The moment when an opening on the Supreme Court could be filled by a real, rock-ribbed, hard core True Grit Winger. Someone who’d put the women back in the kitchen and God back in the classroom and courtroom where he belongs.
O the trials you have endured, waiting for this moment. You gave every spare penny you could find to the Bush campaigns. You wrote letter after letter after letter to the editor. You canvassed and lit-dropped till your feet bled.
You even turned your church over to the GOP — allowed the tawdry ambitions of man into the House of God — because you believed in George W. Bush. When he said he was born again, you nodded me, too. When he said he wanted a “culture of life”, you said preach it, brother!
And then, after all the years of waiting, the moment came. And George W. Bush looked back at you and said:
Fuck you, I’m nominating my personal lawyer to the Supreme Court.
You don’t like that?
That’s right. All the work, all the sweat, all the dedication — and in the end, in the one moment when it all mattered, George W. Bush tossed you aside like a used Kleenex so he could do a favor for one of his cronies.
To which all I can say is:
All of us who did not support Bush unconditionally have seen this for a while now. We’ve seen it in his un-conservative spending habits. We’ve seen it in his botched war planning, and in his refusal to dismiss the subordinates responsible. We’ve seen it in his appointments of cronies to critical posts.
We’ve seen that George W. Bush doesn’t give a flying fuck about anything except hanging on to power longer than his Dad and giving out bennies to his buddies.
But you, your eyes have been shut tight. You ignored it all because you were waiting for that One True Moment when all the work would prove worthwhile. And now it’s come — and you’re left with nothing except the sick feeling of being used.
You’ve been punk’d.
Welcome to the fuckin’ club of the rest of us.