Wiretappie, you’re doing a heck of a job!

Of his recently revealed, illegal, and impeachment-worthy authorization of extracurricular wiretaps within US territory, King George II says:

"The American people expect me to do everything in my power, under our laws and Constitution, to protect them and their civil liberties and that is exactly what I will continue to do as long as I am president of the United States.” Full story

I don’t know about you, but this American people wants to publicly pat himself on the back for the heck of job I/he’s done in continuing to be astounded by successive revelations detailing the breadth and depth of this administration’s corruption. You’d think that by now I’d have become inured to GWB’s blatant disregard for the first principles of civil liberty, that I’d become desensitized to the stream of petulant and messianic self-justification that bubbles up from Georgie et al.’s empty souls like false confessions flowing straight outta Gitmo. But no. It really is always just like reading about the stolen Florida and Ohio vote counts for the first time all over again. I really am doing a heck of a job!

On the specific issue of the wiretaps, this morning our homegrown Caesar basically told each and every American to go boink themselves. He will do whatever he damn well pleases as long as he is Imposter President and (unless you are a terrorist or talking to one) you will enjoy it. Like his similarly ridiculous and self-serving praise for Brownie, Gaius George’s articulation of his wartime prerogatives, of the swell job he’s done erecting the thoroughly un-American edifice of his Imperial Presidency, flies in the face of reason and the bulk of our jurisprudence.

Still, I read stuff like that wiretap bit almost every day now, I see the ripples of outrage confined to the same associated pools of opinion, and I (if I say so myself) do a heck of another type of job by not running out into the streets of Downtown LA and shouting at people. I mean, I seriously DO NOT want to end up just another crazy colored dude shouting in Downtown LA – ignored by all (except perhaps Russ Feingold), talking to myself, trapped in lingering, debilitating thrall of outrages and crimes that are visible only to me. The world proceeding around me, business as usual, my “friends” in Democratic officialdom rousing themselves so late in the game I paradoxically begin to hold their new animation against them. I certainly don’t want to end up like that, and not on Christmas, which is under some sort of siege from what I am led to believe.

Hey, speaking of living in a bleak, absurd world of heck:

Triangulation, you’re doing a heck of a job, too! There are about ten different things in this country can be said to be going in the crapper. We stand in stunned witness to epic struggles over torture and civil liberty that bear directly on the fate of the nation’s soul. Polar bears are drowning. And you know what? All Hillary and her poop-eating DLCish pals (I’m talking to you, Joe) can think to do with themselves is make craven bids for points with an anachronistic, fantasy center.

Heck of a job, Hil! Heck. Of. A. Job.