Wednesday, July 11, 2007
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God damn fucking Billy Kristol.
If anyone ever deserved to be punched in the fucking pie hole or thrashed with a whip, it's that mother fucking son of a bitch.
He wrote in an ironically named piece called "A moment of truth":
Here's what I gather is a basic lesson of tactics: When you find yourself in an ambush, attack into the ambush. Don't twist and turn in the kill zone, looking for a way to retreat. Especially when the ambush is not a powerful one, and the Democrats' position (to mix military metaphors) is way overextended. The Democrats are hoping the president will break and run. They will not allow him a dignified retreat or welcome him with compromise. They will spring to finish him off completely. It doesn't matter what the president's motives are. Some of his advisers are trying to persuade him that he needs to go for a grand bargain now so as to build bipartisan support for his policies when he's gone. But the only way to do that is to hold firm now--and to counterattack. Those who try to convince him otherwise offer nothing but defeat, for the troops, for the mission, and for the president.
How the fuck would you know about what to do in an ambush you chickenshit chickenhawk?
You pushed this damn war and now you're stomping your feet and threatening to break with Mr. Bush and President Cheney. You helped create this mess. You own it. Blood is on your head and your hands.
Even the New York Times editorial page has abandoned the pretence that its preferred strategy will lead to anything other than catastrophe in Iraq, and in the very near term. If the president gives in now, he will not be credited with a statesmanlike compromise. He will be lambasted by the left for fighting a bad war, and by the right for fighting it badly, recommitting us to the fight, and then losing it. The remainder of his term will be mired in congressional investigations as the waters fill with blood and the sharks go in for the kill. The Democrats will be emboldened to press him on every front, especially since Iraq is virtually the only position he's actually been defending. Lame duck does not even begin to describe where President Bush will be if he does this.
You mocked -- fucking mocked those who had the sense to see disaster looming ahead.
Your very life is a mockery to all that is decent. You should hang your head in shame, change your name and dedicate the rest of your continued existence to quiet servitude of Iraqis maimed by the war.
You won't because if ever any mortal lacked humanity, it is you and your ilk.
And now you're trying to lay the disaster at the feet of those of us who opposed and tried to stop you and your ilk from taking us over a cliff.
You want to blame people like me for breaking the God damn fucking back of your fucking imperial war machine?
On behalf of those who fucking opposed your God damn war from the start, I am damn proud to accept, you bastard. We broke your God damn war imperialistic vision and plan for a 1,000 year Republican rule. We broke the fucking back of your fucking ideology, you son of a bitch.
We took the insults and threats hurled at us on street corners and in cyber space and beat you. We had our phones taps, our emails read, our meetings spied upon and the hate mongers among you boast of plans to round us up to put us in camps and we beat you. We took on the Boy Dictator's entire might of the perverted federal government and we God damn beat you. We took on the biggest war machine ever fucking assembled in the fucking history of man and we God damn beat you.
We turned the country from supporting your God damn fucking war and occupation when you had most of the populace and the media and the political might of the majority of Congress, the Supreme Court and the White House and we fucking turned it around. You and your ilk wanted to march on Tehran and Damascus and we erected the barricades with our words and our deeds that fucking stopped the mightiest war machine ever assembled.
You fucking want to blame us?
We'll take that credit.
We did the impossible and as Joss Whedon would say that makes us mighty. That makes us God damn fucking superheroes.