Not Fooling on Fool's Day

Last year, a sister-friend and I were up late at her place in Jersey City, talking over the state of the world and our places in it, and she looked at me and said, "Liberals. Fck. I'm so glad you're not one of them." At which, my eyebrows went up in that tone that reads, "Watch. It." This sister is tricky, and smiled. "You're a progressive. Liberals are useless to me. Progressives, now, now there's some folk thinking ahead." Which, I love a compliment. I'd thought myself dismayed, anguished even, that this decadent and self-imploding nation of mine just can't bother to live up to ideals worth living up to, but not a progressive. And then, well, I took a good look at liberals, and progressives, and realized my sister-woman was right. I am, almost by the very formation of my personality, like since I was five. Hell, these days, a reasonable definition of fiscal responsibility is a progressive position. Thus, ladies and gentlemen, I would like to remind you that this president, and his horsemen, require impeachment in order to save their souls from the damnation to which they are most certainly running. The nation requires it. Morford's sage burning ritual is fine and all, but after the impeachment. It's best to back ritual with concrete action. For a nifty idea on this point, have a gander a some recent Howard Zinn, who also explains along the way why liberals are not useful. Plus, we could have the fun to trying these lying, feckless, constitutionally criminal twits in parks in the middle of towns, a bit of guerrilla theater and what not. You know, with a pick-nick and pie.