A Freebie from Freemont

Governor Deval Patrick has a message for his campaign this year— you can choose to move forward or you can choose to move backward. It remains to be seen if this campaign slogan will pay off in the polls. But one thing that’s for sure after last night’s election in Massachusetts is that it’s better than nothing at all. If the Democrats want to lose this November, they’ll do just that—nothing. They will play the moderate route and decide not to push this healthcare bill through the House before Scott Brown takes office. So, go ahead and do it, you fucks—play it safe. Don’t take a stand against the Republican obstructionists.  I can hear your bullshit quacks and coo’s already. But know that if you do this you can expect just what everyone’s been predicting for this November.

The healthcare bill is much like fucking Jay Leno, the way I see it. Most of America watched Leno on the Tonight Show because they are stupid people. They like lame jokes and they haven’t the slightest idea what good, edgy comedy is.  Much is the same with healthcare. These old, stupid fucks that make up half this country will keep taking it up the ass with a lame system that doesn’t work because they are perfectly comfortable with the safety inside the status quo.

So, it becomes up to the Democrats to take a chance and show the American public what it is that the American public really needs. Jesus-fucking-Christ—is this the same party that rallied behind a black man named Barack Obama for the presidency? Or will it turn into the party that stood back while Martha Coakley ran a conservative, weak campaign and allowed the treasured senate seat of Edward M. Kennedy be lost to a fucking guy who drives a truck?

Well, let me tell you something, you lame Democrat fucks— I hate trucks. And if you stand by while this one drives itself right through your healthcare plan, you will get what you deserve. So, what is it then? Is it time to move forward or is time to take a giant, conservative step back?

If the healthcare bill is pushed through the House right now, Gramma will eventually wake up and realize that she’s still alive. If it’s not, the question is: will you?

Your Political Strategist for Hire,

Mr. Freemont Barrington

I finally got around to watching the Democratic Senatorial debate for Teddy’s empty death seat.  Holy shit— what a fucking bore fest.  Alan Khazei is an absolute hack. Entrepreneurs just don’t make good politicians.  Steve Pagliuca- hack as well for seemingly the same reasons… change Washington, change Washington, change Washington vagueness.  These two are worthless.  It is obviously a two person between Coakley and Capuano.  The two C’s: the Cunt and the Catholic.  That’s a bit unfair, though—they’re actually both Catholic.  

What might have been, sure, if that car hadn’t gone down.  Was Mary Jo blowing him? Certainly there’s no question he was shit faced. But he went back to the hotel, fell asleep, and, fuck, if most of our nation didn’t fall into that same drunken slumber.

And the what could have beens… I’m sure.  The disappointment that must have been whispered through the lips of the fine women of this town before my birth and eventual move to Massachusetts.  And then the forgiveness that followed-the vaginas still wet, the eyes still proud, the palms a bit sweaty, though, and the ultimate prize lost forever in that car, in that pond, in that want for a fuck.

But the one thing you could give them back then—the pussy didn’t slow the creativity like it does today.  It fed it, it made it faster, it made it more furious.  The evil mixed in with the desire for glory.  and the ability to press on.  

Those days have passed, though.  And the laziness did set in— even for our fallen soldier. After his soul-searching return and there after that.  But we kept him there beside us despite some complacency; for his good days, I’m sure.  And for symbolic righteousness… as if he were an idol… a reminder that we were only mortals, but there were moments of clarity when, surely, we could peek around those corners that others hadn’t.

But the pussy hath broken thee.  It hath happened to many a man.  And it will continue to do so.  That’s okay, I say, because it’s the yearning that still that makes a man.  The yearning.  And the fallen soldier still yearned forth; he found some moments of clarity-those quick peaks around the corner to get a better idea.

So, I say.  Yearn.  Yearn!  Don’t lose the Yearn even when the rest of the world has told us it is wrong and pathetic and juvenile.  Fuck it.

Goodnight, Edward, Sir.  And may we wake up from our drunken slumber. 

- FREEMONT