Pre-disgusted

At the risk of getting too self referential here, I’m going to recommend Brad Zellar’s blog entry from yesterday.

It’s about why his blog is the antithesis of this one. The editor and I are often fairly earnest here…in a Buck Turgidson sort of way. Brad, though, has defined his take perfectly. He’s disgusted, or as a good friend of mine once said about a conference we were attending, “I thought I’d save time this year and come ‘pre-disgusted’.”

We’ve achieved a “pre-disgusted” state ourselves these days and admit that we only open the newspaper now to confirm our suspicions that the level of discussion on Republican key issues is not going to rise about the natural level of the whale shit that it is.

To wit:

this lovely addition to high mindedness by the same evil bastards who brought you the Swift Boat Liars for the Destruction of Kerry.

They are now after AARP for God’s sake. My mother and father belong to AARP (admittedly mostly for the motel discounts) but I can assure you that Mom is probably not for gay marriage, and while my Dad doesn’t give a damn what other people do in the privacy of their own justice of the peace’s office, he certainly isn’t against veterans. He is one, and not one of the guys like Bush who were maybe members of the Third Messkit Repair Batallion, if they got even that close to the shooting. He was a Ranger in WW II and has a big chunk out of one leg, a Silver Star, two Bronze Stars, three Purple Hearts and the nightmares to prove it.

He was a life long Republican till Bush became President, but now says Bush is “the worst President of my lifetime…and I was alive when Hoover was President.” Is he disgusted? You bet.

But is he disgusted with Bush? Not as much as he is with the morons who are letting him get away with it. You know who you are.