SmithAntics

While I commend Senator Boxer for putting the screws to the window-dressing I like to refer to as Cheney’s bitch, don’t expect me to get all joyful and teary about it. The fact is that the Democratic Party is a diseased, crippled, corrupted joke—a corpse, really.

Stick a fork in it—then discard.

The opportunity for the Democratic Party to sprout a pair of testicles and mount a serious challenge to ThugCo has long since passed. So no, I’m not going to get all giddy about one seemingly principled senator’s post-mortem dance on the soap box. The game is over. Apart from our own noble gestures of dissent, all we can do is pray that some form of cosmic justice exists and that BushCo self-destructs.

Now, a word from The Prophet.