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Care to take a guess when I wrote this? 

Last week?
Last month?
Last year?

(I have omitted three temporally indicative words because we Liberals are wicked, tricksy and false that way.)
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Because the naked truth is Tax Cuts are Holy Writ, everything else is negotiable, and so Tax Cuts becomes another shitty pile of Republican dogma eternally in search of a shiny, bogus rationale so it can be packaged and marketed to the toe-counters and the Politically A.D.D.

To those who scab up their chubby knees worshipping Mammon, NOTHING is more sacred that tax cuts. Not the security of the nation. Not freedom. Not the commonweal. Not the future. Not the education of our children or respect and care of the elderly. Any talk of simply rolling back the tax cuts to Clinton Era levels for the wealthiest human in history is apparently worse than, say, using the Constitution as kindling to set fire to Jesus.

Like energy policy, like environmental policy, like Social Security and most especially like **** , the Administration makes up it’s mind and plots it’s course not based on facts or history or reason but based on that now-familiar fucktard witchbag of an infantile, dry-drunk comprehension of the world, the most dangerous kind of Fundy paranoid superstitions, the whims of the GOP’s Corporate Masters and the Neocon opium dreams of American Hegemony.

And then they just make up whatever shit they feel they need to market their New and Improved Lunacy.

Sometimes half-truths, sometimes just bald-faced lies, but they act in the knowledge that the Ultras will obediently and unquestioningly bellow whatever slogans they are ordered to bellow – even if the message is changed 180-degrees mid-scream -- and the so-called-Moderates like **** **** and Olympia Snows and John McCains of the world have long since had their political tubes tied and are now far too gelded and gutless to stand up to the thugs that stole their Party...

So, last week?
Last month?
Last year?

Nope.

I wrote this more than 13 years ago.  During an age which everyone in American corporate media would very much like you to forget ever happened.  Back when today's heroically-well-fed, media-feted Never Trumpers were all making a mighty fine living energetically mocking us Libtards as alarmists and idiots and traitors.

And I haul it out of cold storage today for two reasons.

First, to marvel yet again at the myrmidon fanaticism with which the corporate media guards its gates against the inconvenient past and the Libtard horde.

Second, to draw your eye to one particular sentence --
Sometimes half-truths, sometimes just bald-faced lies, but they act in the knowledge that the Ultras will obediently and unquestioningly bellow whatever slogans they are ordered to bellow – even if the message is changed 180-degrees mid-scream...
-- to underscore how completely predictable yesterday's headline from The Hill --
Trump says 'polls are fake' before bragging about poll showing his popularity.
-- should have been to anyone -- even shitty bloggers who live in cornfields -- who has been paying even a modicum of honest attention to the alarming direction the GOP has been headed all along.

But of course, before Il Douche started saying out loud what the GOP base has been smirking under their breath for decades -- before the corporate media started handing out paid sinecures to life-time Republican goons and button men for literally doing nothing more than repeating what Liberal have been saying all along as if it were some kind of breathless epiphany -- writing honestly about the terrifying trajectory of the GOP was a one-way ticket to pariah-hood and Palookaville.

Refusing to open the media conversation to Liberals who have been right about the Right all along is why we ended up with a Republican traitor in the White House, Republican quislings and stooges running the Congress, and a mob of reprogrammable Republican meatbags cheering them along all the way to hell.

A lesson which the corporate media is still steadfastly unwilling to learn.


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