On Wednesday morning it was apparent that a known international criminal and aggressor would remain in control of the most powerful country in the world. This knowledge violates me in some private, internal way. As I painfully recall the intrusion, scandal, terror, and reckless warmongering that has been perpetrated by the Double-U administration over the last 4 years, I am revolted even further by my inability to change the situation. An old saying mocks me: “Fuck me once, it’s your fault. Fuck me twice, it’s my fault”.

Now as a Canadian, I wasn’t violated directly – it was even more pathetic than that. To be slightly more realistic you can think of Marty reaming me out with Double-U pushing. But even Marty couldn’t stop this ugliness from happening. The last Northerner that I can remember standing up to Double-U ended up on Crutches. Yes, he was a thief and a Frenchman, but thank god he had a lower bound. Unprovoked invasion was just outside of his range.

It’s too late now. The next few weeks should be quiet – you might hear a wet slapping sound echoing over the American countryside as Double-U gets down to highly repetitive celebratory masturbation at his ranch. But when he finally gets tired or hurts himself, you can bet that he’ll be up for some serious warfare, stupidity and religious slogan. I am a crude and ignorant person, but it doesn’t take much to sustain incredible shock, disbelief and awe, horror, paranoia, and revulsion at what took place this week. Evil smiles in victory, and good is trapped, missing, and presumed dead.