Sorry, GW. I lived through it. You got Americans to support the invasion of Iraq because we believed what you told us about Saddam having weapons of mass destruction and about the UN inspectors not being effective*. Your team’s ham-handed attempts to manipulate the history of those days will fail. And with each choice to do things like this, and not to just say, “I felt it was the right decision at the time but I wish the intelligence had been more accurate and we had made different choices,” it becomes increasingly evident that Iraq wasn’t an honest mistake. We were lied into an unnecessary war.
*Some people supported it because of their confusion (encouraged by your team) over there being a link between Saddam and the 9/11 attacks. Some had other even less scrupulous reasons to support, but you got most of the reasonable people in this country to support invasion due to the fear of Saddam Hussein launching a chemical or nuclear attack on the U.S. one day.
Rachel Maddow: Michigan Republicans and “Immediate Effect” Laws
Terrifying. Stop this, sane republicans. Reclaim your party. Any short term gains you get are damaging our democracy and will end up destroying your party. Let this era of Michigan and Wisconsin insanity, forced ultrasounds, and a likely Presidential nominee who is a pathological liar be the embarrassing low point that makes you say, “Enough is enough.”
Embrace the values that most Americans can respect if not always agree with: fiscal conservatism, intellect over emotion, pro-business, skepticism of government, and entrepreneurship. In today’s Republican party those are nothing more than relics of the past that you falsely claim still define your party.
Oh, and when a political opponent fucking embraces your positions (like Cap & Trade or market based health reform that strengthens private insurance business) JUST FUCKING AGREE WITH THEM AND BRAG THAT YOU WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG, DUMBASSES!
You came into my life so unexpectedly, my first tumblr follower, and now, with no added explanation, you have gone.
Was it something I posted? I don’t even know what caused you to follow me to begin with. Did you like something that I wrote? Or was it something that I reblogged or linked and once you realized that it wasn’t original material you abandoned me for someone hipper and trendier? Is it one of those blogs that makes no sense and is filled with pictures of alleyways, and furniture, and high angle web cam shots of the blog owner looking all doe-eyed and vapid? Is that it? Are they better than me?
I’m sorry. I know it’s not you. It’s me.
But eight hours? Seriously? Eight hours is all that passed in between the time you started following me and when you stopped. And all that I posted during that time was a clip from The Rachel Maddow Show. Was that it? Does her intelligence and awesomeness threaten you? If I give her up will you come back? Because honestly, if that’s what it’s going to take, I don’t know if I can do it. Especially now that you and I no longer have the trust that we had at the beginning. But if that’s what it takes, I can try. Maybe it was just because the clip had Kent Jones in it. Can we agree that I can post Rachel stuff as long as Kent Jones isn’t in it? I think I could live with that.
I haven’t found any other followers yet, so you could come back and we could start over like none of this messiness ever happened. We can forget about the drop, and Kent, and the fact that I immediately started following your blog after you followed me and even though you’ve stopped following me I am still following you like some kind of fool. Can’t you think back to why you clicked “follow” in the first place and give me another chance. Give us another chance?
I guess not. It looks like you have moved on to follow others. Guess it’s time for me to move on too. You’ve played an important role in my life, my first tumblr follower, and for that I will always hold you dear to my heart. But now it is time for me to move forward with quiet dignity and grace.
But you should know that I slept with your sister and she says I’m better in bed than you. Viva Rachel!