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Yes we can just say no!

A needless war in Iraq.
Squandering a huge surplus, and creating a huge deficit.
Turning banking institutions loose to gamble our wealth away.
Holding our noses and condoning torture.
Alienating almost every nation on earth.
Driving ourselves into a horrible recession.

Republicans did all those things.  It doesn't matter.
People are angry.  We need jobs. 
Our houses are not worth what we paid for them, or owe on them.
Government has been careful to save the assets and asses
of huge financial institutions, to let them get filthy rich, again.
The war in Afghanistan seems to be going nowhere.

It doesn't matter that it takes time to climb up out of debt,
or that jobs cannot be created overnight.
It doesn't matter that Republicans have not cooperated
with anything designed to fix what they, and we, ruined.

In an election such as the one we just witnessed in Massachusetts,
people will vote for almost anyone who is angry and outside.

The Democrats are an incompetent mess.
The President has been pretending he could bring consensus.
Sure!, the Republicans said.  No!, they voted.

The Senate has medieval rules designed to insure
that nothing important can ever be done. 
Insurance and oil companies own their own Senators.
The House dithers, lacking the kind of killer instinct
that it takes to actually do something.  Well, you know, they say.

This is precisely the kind of time for which strong government
was created; when the blood-sucking banks and insurance
companies and oil companies are draining our systems,
and we have agreed--almost all of us--that big government is bad,
and the best thing we can do about it is to starve it down to
a pathetic and easily-manipulated, and owned, tool of wealth.

That idiot in Massachusetts, who calls himself a kind of
independent, but who votes Republican 96% of the time
(up from 90%), got himself elected precisely because
people are angry, and hurting, and it looks like everyone
in office is ignoring their situation, or deliberately screwing them.

The people of Massachusetts know we need health care reform,
but they elected a guy who has vowed to kill the bill if he can.
It doesn't matter!  The voters can identify with him.  He isn't
in office.  He says stupid, angry things, too!  Facts be damned,
right now!  Elect him even if he is a superb example of what
has been done wrong!  Give the Senate another No! vote.

Just say no!  Just say no!
Yes we can just say no!

We just said no because the whole Democratic Party
does not understand that seeming to side with Big Money,
and seeming to ignore Little People, is making blood boil!

What if Democrats (Forget the Republicans!  They simply
say no!) had decided to get their acts together and reform
health care, instead of diddling Grassley, and cuddling Snowe?
Republicans would have done that with 60 Senators and a
House majority; perhaps not health care reform, but whatever
they damned well knew their constituents wanted them to do.

What if Democrats has bailed out banks, and put an end
to the obscene bonuses they drain from the system?  What if
the President has said that we cannot engage in wars with
every nation that has someone plotting to hurt us?  That it was
time to bring out troops home?  What if Democrats had almost
immediately put money, almost immediately, into public works
projects, and school systems, and small businesses--especially
those that might move our economy in a new direction?

No.

Now we have a right-wing Republican disguising himself
as an independent reformer, as a populist who understands
how ordinary people are hurting, and they responded by
wounding themselves to show how angry they are.

Why do you suppose Sarah Palin is so popular?
She is a political idiot, but she is tuned in precisely
to the hurt and anger and fear plain people have.

So what are the Democrats going to do now?

How about moving a smidge more to the right?
Just a tad closer to a heartfelt compromise with No!

Liberals are spineless! 
I know.  I am one of them.
We deserved the Massachusetts election result.

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