WilliamPitt
WilliamPitt's JournalA song for the American electorate
In honor of the oft-predicted-by-the-media possibility that The Worst People In American Politics will take over the Senate, I hereby and unilaterally declare this to be the official theme song for Midterm Election Night 2014.
Baby don't you do it,
don't do it
Don't you break my heart
Pleeeeease don't do it, don't you break my heart
A sacrifice would make you happy if nothing for myself
Now you wanna leave me for the love of someone else
My pride is all gone whether I'm right or wrong
I need you baby to keep on keepin' on
You know I'm trying to my best
Oh I'm trying to do my best
Don't do it, don't you break my heart
Pleeeeease don't do it, don't you break my heart
My biggest mistake was loving you too much
and letting you know
Now you got me where you want me
and you won't let me go
If my heart was made of glass well then you'd surely see
How much heartache and misery, girl, you've been causing me
While I've been trying to do my best
Well I've tried to do my best
Don't do it, don't you break my heart
Pleeeeease don't do it, don't you break my heart
Go down to the river and there I be
I'm gonna jump in girl, but you don't care bout me
Open up your eyes
Can't ya see I love ya?
Open up you heart, girl
Can't ya see I need ya?
Oh baby don't do it, do it, do it
Don't you break my heart
Pleeeeease don't do it don't you break my heart
My biggest mistake was loving you too much
and letting you know
Now you got me where you want me
and you won't let me go
If my heart was made of glass well then you'd surely see
How much heartache and misery, girl, you've been causing me
While I've been trying to do my best
You know I've tried to do my best
Don't do it, don't you break my heart
Pleeeeease don't do it, don't you break my heart
An Open Letter to God
Dear God:
OK, you feckless fuck, listen up. I am about to walk out the door, get in my car, drive down to the community center, and cast MY THIRD VOTE AGAINST SCOTT BROWN IN FOUR YEARS IN TWO STATES. I consider my requirement to do this a hate crime, because You clearly hate me; I had to deal with two back-to-back elections with this assburger in Massachusetts, and then I moved to New Hampshire, and that fart in the wind of history followed me, and now I have to vote against him AGAIN after enduring a THIRD session of OMG SCOTT BROWN IS SO AWESOME YOU GUYS commercials running wall to wall on every station until they invaded my sleep.
Fuck you, God. If this was Your Big Plan, I intend to thwart it. I am so totally going to vote against this dickhead, and You can't stop me. Throw a tree in the road, have a deer try to eat my face, send wolves who shoot bees out of their noses to gnaw my bones: nope. With my vote, I will be a splinter in the stake that will FINALLY be driven through the heart of this wretched opportunistic political vampire.
If You're going to kill me, God, do it right now. My keys are in my hand, and I am out the door.
Fuck Scott Brown.
Sincerely Yours,
William Rivers Pitt
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Ballot cast in the Seattle area.
So all I have to do now is pack my shit and my family and move 3,500 miles away and ride the demonstrable groundswell.
Right?
Right???
On the eve of this election, there's something I need your help to understand
Tomorrow, everyone of voting age in my family will troop down to our polling station and vote en masse to eject Scott "Please Just Go Away Already" Brown over the treeline and into the ether. This is not special, or unique, or dramatic. This is standard; we vote, period and end of file.
I imagine 99.99983% of every participant on this board is the same way: you vote, period and end of file.
So here's the thing that has been vexing me for a while now.
From the day of its inception until the day George W. Bush finally vacated the office he never won in the first place, DU was flypaper for liberals and progressives, and deliberately so. Among the attributes most clearly cherished were a demand for fair and open elections, a love of the Constitution and the rule of law, a desire to stop unjust or unwise wars, a desire to protect and defend the environment, and a desire to bring the criminals in government and Wall Street to justice.
That's the short list of the viewpoints actively cultivated for eight full years here. Eight. Full. Years.
Nowadays, however, because some politicians with a (D) after their names aren't, don't or won't stand for some or all of those ideals, pointing that out here and criticizing it has become some sort of high crime. If we do criticize those (D) politicians for failing to live up to those ideals, we're called "ratfuckers" or "trolls," or accused of "trying to depress turnout," or of having "Obama Derangement Syndrome," etc., because OMG REPUBLICANS YOU GUYS.
Are we really that chickenshit that we can't discuss and debate these serious issues, and whether our (D)'s are living up to them? P.S. If you think being critical on DU is going to swing even one election tomorrow, I strongly suggest you push away from the keyboard and go get some fresh air.
It gives me whiplash. We were for all those things for 2,922 days, until a guy with a (D) after his name took the Oval, and now we get dunned for standing up for the principles that were the bedrock of this community since January of 2001.
Don't call me a "ratfucker." Don't tell me I'm depressing turnout; if you want to find me tomorrow afternoon, look for the guy with the ponytail and beard holding a sign on Main Street, and that's after I vote.
We stand for these things or we don't. We stand up for them or we don't. We used to, en masse. Now, if there's a (D) involved, doing so is a crime to a whole lot of people around here. As far as I am concerned, *that* right there is Obama Derangement Syndrome.
Explain it to me.
This is it. This is the day.
One day, every November, the temperature dives and wind howls and the rain goes sideways and the snow shows its face...and all the remaining leaves come down. That day is today, and boy, it's a doozy. The trees are dancing the tango, and the leaves are swirling in tiny leaf-tornadoes in the back yard. The top of the mountain is frosted with snow. By morning, the limbs will be bare, and will stay that way until May. It was a truly glorious Autumn, but November is in full throat outside to tell me it was nice while it lasted.
I went out this morning without a coat, not even thinking about it, until the wind got up under my shirt, tapped my heart on the shoulder, and said, "Remember me?"
Yep. It's here.
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Name: William Rivers PittGender: Male
Hometown: Boston
Member since: 2001
Number of posts: 58,179
