Bush wins, Breslin Quits, and I need a huge glass of vodka

Well, that's that, kiddies. This country has stuffed its head up its ass again.



Bye, bye middle class! Book your ticket to Bombay and Taiwan, that's where your jobs are going. Anyone of color can basically kiss their rights goodbye. If you're a woman, put on your burqa and carve out your ovaries because it won't matter if you're sick, raped, or saddled with a dangerous pregnancy. You don't count. If you die in childbirth? Hey, fuck you, it's God's will. Shut up and let your husband do the talking, since "them little women" don't have "real opinions." If you don't have a husband? You're probably a penis-hating lesbian who "cain't get no rayle man" (emphasis on Texas accent.) Republicans rule, so shut up about it. You don't count.



If you're gay? You're a freak who doesn't deserve love, rights or healthcare. And forget about getting married. Why do you deserve happiness? You should be struck down dead according to these fuckwits.



I am really, really afraid now.



And I can't even read Jimmy in Newsday.



How big is the drink I need? Four more years of corporate bullshit and the class war is on. Does my vote count? Apparently not. I don't live in swing state.



Schumer the Asshole won again, too. He's been selling NY down the river under the "guise" of caring for NY, but being nothing better than an apologist when it comes to facing and standing up against Republicans. More soldiers will die in Iraq (GOD--I hope Tommy Casatelli is alive and well), and the poor will get poorer and the rich get richer. I will now hunt real estate in outer Pennsylvania and perhaps Virginia because Mr. Monkey Assbrain is about to gut Section 8 housing. If you make under $100K---BEND & SPREAD! You don't count.



At this point, you can either find me clutching a statue of St. Michael praying feverishly, or in a bar continuing my family's beautiful Edgar Allen Poe legacy of drunkenness. With all this going on?



Alcoholism never looked so damn good.