I’m American, and I’m proud to be American. Today marks a day. It truly marks a momentous day: the day after yesterday and the day before all our tomorrows. I’m proud to be a part of this day. I’m actually considering doing the washing. But that’s another speech.
I am not angry with our outgoing president. I am not angry that he fucked up the free world, as it may or may not exist, for hundreds of millions of people. I am not angry that because of him, my passport — MY, “NICHOLAS J. ROBINSON” PASSPORT — became a stamp of shame in many parts of this good Earth. I am not angry that he caused the phrase “Ugly American” to be revived time and time again when before him, I had thought it laid to rest.
I am not angry at George W. Bush.
How can you be angry with someone who wants his own war to play with? “I wannit, I wannit, Daddy had one, I wannit!”
No, I’m angry at the motherfuckers WHO ELECTED HIM. Yes, you know who you are, you fucking Heartland Plumber Joes or whatever you want to call yourselves, you fucking trailer-park trash, you fundamentalist Christians, you Oprah-watching, Walmart-shopping denizens . . . YOU ELECTED HIM. TWICE.
He’s just a wannabe president, a total asshole who’d be better off running a Denny’s, but YOU ELECTED HIM.
He fucked up the world, but he was YOUR BOY.
It’s not his fault he was allowed to play in the world’s sandlot, because he was given the go-ahead. BY YOU.
Let’s hope this time you fucking got a clue and I DON’T HAVE TO RESORT TO MY CANADIAN PASSPORT THAT I NEVER REALLY WANTED IN THE FIRST PLACE.
You assholes.
God Bless America.
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