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Last Updated: Oct 16th, 2008 - 13:33:17 |
Evil people had been planning that awful disco, which elbowed its way through Denver last week for a very long time. It was a shrewd and well-maneuvered takeover, so much so that it brought people of every conceivable variety and persuasion out of their respective dugouts to mob up and down the streets of Denver like teary-eyed Christians flocking toward Christ their Savior.
And he gave a speech. The man himself was here for a short time to pay us a visit and lay claim to his nomination as the Democratic candidate for the presidency. And he's black, an observation about which the popular media felt it needed to remind people. It seems as though that fact was a bit less controversial than many in recent history assumed it would be.
And so the man spoke, and, naturally, it was boring. It lacked substance. He sacrificed a consummate moment, a true pinnacle in American history for a spectacle of fireworks, riot police and a whole football stadium full of slobbering chumps without even the slightest notion of how they were suckered into believing in a word. It seems that the political game does not play race favorites after all. Not even a healthy shot of adversity can transcend the bullshit. Hitler would have been proud.
But, who cares? I certainly don't. The man is a politician. He is consumed in his abhorrent business, and anyone who thinks differently ought to board a ship bound for the United Kingdom.
The liberal elite ostracized the homeless and ran them out of the city like vermin, and like vermin, they were probably already set on abandoning the ship before it went under. And it did, in terms of livability and liberality. Denver became a necropolis of mutant liberals with cash on hand and an unsavory willingness to expel all sense of reason and self to appease a political party and its agenda. They were the type to eat their hamburger with a fork and a knife. True scum.
The battle of Denver was complete with Snipers, S.W.A.T. teams, bloodthirsty dogs, huge armored police vehicles, Blackhawk helicopters and the like, all to placate the paranoid standards of those all-important people who run our lives. There was even a "freedom cage," of which I am sure you have heard, where those who wished to speak their mind could go and shout supposedly free of police intervention. I suspect, and should think my reasons readily apparent, that not even the cage was free, and so I avoided it.
A number of people marched on the Pepsi Center with Iraq Veterans Against the War, but the number of those who stayed after the police began threatening to arrest people fell dramatically. Whispers in the crowd suggested the total number of those marching to be in the thousands, but that number obviously dwindled once things got serious. People were asking "how much do you really believe in what you're doing?" and "I don't want to get arrested, it wouldn't prove anything."
It is a shame that protests are made almost entirely of cowards and whiners with no real, definable purpose in mind. That is why they are becoming obsolete. That march, however, with the hundred or so who remained in defiance of empty police threats, was a success in the minds of the veterans. Their demands to the Obama camp were heard, and they declared the march a victory. It was, as they said at the time, what democracy looks like.
We, in this city, have nothing to say for ourselves other than that we endured the sudden onslaught of partisan politics in its most brutal and self-indulgent form with nothing but a smile and a shameful willingness to hand those people anything and everything they wanted. It took 100 years for that farcical mess to come back to Denver, and let us hope it neglects to curse us with its presence again until a very real change occurs in the structure of American politics. We were made into a subservient flock, and they made a lot of money.
Denver took a massive blow to the throat last week, a lesson in the treacherous and serious nature of American politics. The whole intimidating orgy was a dramatic failure for anyone hoping to see a new set of rules put into play. The veterans had it right, or at least as right as they could. Those people accomplished something, and I salute them. Most simply masturbated to the sound of rotten politics and gleefully followed the cameras, hoping to be seen on television. "Look at me" they said. "I'm a jackass in every sense of the word."
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