Why Vote Against Republicans? Because f.ck Them:

America, the good ol' USA, is a country that was brought into existence
by groups of terrorists and insurgents aided by foreign powers. Its
first rallying document was the Declaration of Independence, a list of
reasons why King George III and the British sucked balls. However, no
matter what that hand-scrawled Declaration told the colonists, a good
many people living in Massachusetts or Maryland could've bottom-lined it
for you: "Why revolt against the British? Because f.ck them, that's
why."

The history of great movements in this nation, of any nation, is a tale
of people who are finally, at the end of the day, so fed up with the
status quo that all of the rational reasoning mounts and piles up until
it all, in essence, comes down to "f.ck them." ("Them" being, of course,
whoever the powerful are in a historical moment.) The French Revolution,
the American civil rights movement, the struggle against apartheid in
South Africa, all uprisings of the average person, through the ballot
box, the legislative process, or the gun, against those who are dicking
them over. Sure, sometimes it doesn't turn out for the best and
sometimes things get even worse (see the media-manipulated Republican
"revolution" of 1994 with its dunderheaded motto of "Throw the bums
out"), but such is the end result of constant, endless disempowerment of
the masses, the unending thrum of voices calling wrong what the people
know in their guts is right.

Now, even through the deadening fog of Fox "News" rhetoric, multiple
jobs, dying pensions, depleting health care, the waterboard effect of
credit card debt, force-feedings of fatty foods, soul-killing reality
TV, the entire cultural apparatus telling us we must want more and more
stuff and sh.t, the dead-ends of public debate, government-instilled
paranoia, dementia masking itself as religious faith, the unsubtle shove
towards xenophobic isolation, an antagonistic corporate media, the
vicious street-beating death of American intellectual thought, and
Bush-worship masked as patriotism, through it all, man, all of it, we
have come to this magnificent moment, frightening and exhilarating in
its implications, where we, as a majority, are looking at the ruin and
waste that surrounds us, piles of sh.t that we are told are mountains of
gold, and we can finally, in this savage season of 2006, at long last
come to say, "You know what? f.ck them."

f.ck them for trying to make us believe that America's acts of mass
destruction, its bumblings into conflagration and apocalypse, in Iraq
are actually just speed bumps, commas, if you will, on the road to a
peaceful world of democratic nations bowing down to blow the cock of
American hegemony.

f.ck them for holding themselves up as arbiters of morality and when
they were confronted with a simple moral equation, they cast their lot
with savages and genocidal maniacs. No, not the embryonic stem cell
research vote, you backwards a.s anti-science fundamentalist f.cks. On
torture and judicial rights, where even those who proclaimed themselves
defenders of the detained and imprisoned ended up dancing like slut
marionettes on a puppet pole in the Oval Office when it came down to
actually, say, defending the detained and imprisoned.

f.ck them for making Americans f.cking hated around the world, as if
we're all ex-Nazis or, maybe more accurately, members of Pinochet's
Chilean army back in the day, squandering the real triumph of America as
a beacon of rights and fairness. However unreal that image was, it's
better than being "that big a.s country that tortures innocent people."

f.ck them for leaving New Orleans and the Gulf Coast to die, as if
somehow those parts of the country were gangrenous toes that could just
be cut off.

f.ck them for telling us we're too stupid or traitorous to understand
what it is they're doing in trying to re-make the earth in their image,
for keeping secrets in the name of their own security while literally
and figuratively selling out ours.

f.ck them for lying to us about so goddamn much, about science, about
their own policies, about what they actually, really were recorded
saying, about what's genuinely important, like the out of control debt
and the melting planet, instead trying to get us to think that, if a
couple of guys wanna get married or if some pop singer's tit jumps out
of her blouse, Godjeebus will smash the earth with his mighty Bible-club
of divine justice.

f.ck them for...well, you know what? Just f.ck them.

f.ck them all, all the Republicans in Congress, all members the
conservative spooge-bucket brigade, all their corporate masters yanking
on their nipple clips and shoving cold cash up their a.ses for their
obeisance, all the liars and sinners and avaricious rats of the
evangelical right, and especially all the wads of f.ck in the White
House. They all had their chance and they f.cked it up. So f.ck them.

When you walk into the voting booth on Tuesday, no matter where, with
that rage burning in you, stab that motherfuckin' punch card, beat the
sh.t out of that Diebold touch screen, and yell, "f.ck them" as you vote
them into oblivion.

And if on Wednesday morning it turns out they've dicked us over one more
time by hacking the vote, by screwing with the polls, then maybe we've
reached a point in this America where it's time to fight or flee.

--
"In consciousness dwells the wondrous,
with it man attains the realm beyond the material,
and the Peyote tells us,
where to find it."