I'm going to walk up to people and punch them in their faces.
I'm going to kick them in their crotches.
I'm going to give old people the finger, head butt children and throw immigrants, gays, and evolutionists to the pavement. Ptooey.
I'm gonna go Clockwork Orange because I figure if the administration can continuously operate in overtly sociopathic ways and nobody seems to have a reaction beyond an occasional, milquetoasty "Hey...!", let alone give a full-fledged flying damn, then what the heck am I being so pleasant for? I must be missing something that all these powerful, neatly coiffed men and women seem to know in the marrows of their being, else why would they be so damn, swaggeringly powerful? It's the knowledge that they can get away...with anything! What else could it be? Such callousness could easily be relegated to a character in a Dickens novel who runs over a bubo-encrusted waif in his rococo coach, pausing only to to take snuff while his footman scrapes the remaining bits of ragamuffin out of the spokes.
It's been said that 1984 must be required reading for all fledgling neo-connivers. But clearly they have also taken Art Metrano 101. Art Metrano, '70s actor/comedian/quasi-magician whose signature bit was holding his index finger in the air and singing "da-da-DA-DA, duh-da-duh-DA-DA!" and slamming said finger into his other fist, magically transferring that seemingly well rooted digit onto the previously barren fist on the other hand. It is with as much artistry and technical wizardry that the Bushniks ply their trade, but with significantly less respect for their audience than The Amazing Metrano had. His audience cheered his simplistic audacity and the satire of their own gullibility. Bush's audience seemingly possesses no such irony and are incapable of a ruffle.
It will be a relief to finally shed the burden of decency and politeness. What a colossal pain in the ass it's been following the rules and playing fairly. I'm at last free to be son of a bitch and a lying, scheming cunt! I'm free to be a Republican a lá Bush, the kind of person that drapes themselves in that red, white and blue shmatte and wags a finger at a passerby that has most likely just been dislodged from the anus of a rough trade runaway looking to supplement his income.
And I am told things are getting better in Iraq. See? Clearly, all that negativity pays off. You just have to stay the course.