You're The Dream Operator

Today was the day of the Tax Day Tea Parties. Pretty tremendous knowing that Americans of all political persuasions decided to get up off their keesters and make their voices heard in the face of rampant political corruption.

Regardless of who people voted for, most of us wanted change. Not, "Change," but change. But many of us understood that we were not going to get it. We were going to get a third Shrub term regardless of who won. The only difference is who gets to play on the team, and who is getting the free deluxe box seats. With the Shrub it was Haliburton, Bank of America, AIG, and selling our economic soul the the Chinese. With Tushy Obama it's...the aforementioned, plus all his new little piggies come to suck at our taxpaying teat, and screw us. McCain at least was more like dancing with the devil you know, as opposed to the demon you don't. But still, that's just choosing evil isn't it? I've always said so, which is why I have cast the majority of my votes for President for animals, fictional characters, and dead relatives. At least then I didn't feel like a fucking tool.

We had a couple friends over to dine with us. One of them, whom I have known for nearly eight years, tried to convince me tonight that I should look at the glass as half full; that our choice in November was between watching Death of Salesman, and La Cage Aux Folles on Broadway. He would rather watch La Cage and feel entertained and happy, than bitter and depressed over the breaking of Willie Loman. "The glass is half full," and I should stop seeing the glass as half empty. What I have not been able to get him to understand is that I see the glass as neither.

The glass is broken and no longer holds water. I want a new fucking glass.

The zombie media can say what it likes about the Tea Parties being run by domestic terrorists, and that our Iraq and Afghanistan vets are coming back as domestic terrorists (the final insult in a long chain of abuses, from sending our men and women into harm's way to line the pockets of American corporations, to chipping away at their benefits until the current administration had the audacity of dope to suggest that disabled vets should pay for their own insurance, while the new First Lady came to North Carolina to tell soldiers and their families that she was going to make them a priority), but this is why Americans took to the street today:

We want a new fucking glass. A new fucking glass so we can drink cool clear water again. We're tired of oligarchs and autocrats who spend our money, don't heed our voice and, in the end, could care less about our wants, needs, dreams, or desires. Our government was designed to keep things together on a national scale so that we would be free to pursue our dreams, not be told what our dreams should be, and what we have to do to make them come true.

Today was a day for Americans to stand up and tell the government that they are not the Dream Operators, we are. Fucking deal with it.