Andrew Reid: Curb Your Enthusiasm

The anti-Obama propaganda has started.

Some Americans are guaffing and laughing at the economic stimulus plan. Money towards new cars for scrapping old polluting cars. Cash for Clunkers! Madness! The anti-Obama crowd were saying things like “Yeahaar! Maybe we should have a cash for clucker’s programme and pay people to eat Chicken!”. Then one fat necked Republican news reporter spouted a complaint saying “car dealers can’t cope with demand… its craaaazy out there!!”

Jon Stewart’s Today ran this story with the caption:

Master
……Rebaters

They also ran a quote from a state senator in South Carolina joking that a Gorilla which escaped from a zoo was in fact an ansestor of Michelle Obama.

To lighten an atmosphere poluted by the backwardness of a red neck America which doesn’t believe in evolution but can happily compare a Barack’s wife to a gorillia, Jon Stewart decided to scribble some alternative stimulous plans on a piece of scrap paper on his desk.

“Money for people with really large asses… Cash for Badooka donka!”.

But among the sound of fat asses going badooka donka, the prevailing sound coming out of America post-Obama is the noise of people going about their business at the expense of the world. Change? Obama? Progress? Nah - we like it as it is, say the fat racist part of America.

The dream which Obama stood for… still stands for, is being ignored by the majority of horse fuckers in South Carolina, is being belittled by cowboy politicians and double glazing businessmen.

Of course that the underprivileged suddenly had ‘hope’ got White America worried. The White America which doesn’t speak for the kind of people I know.

None of my friends have ever fucked at horse.

Or sneered at TV ‘news’ reports of cats with their heads stuck in yoghurt pots. “Hahaha look at that stupid fucking animal!”

The only stupid fucking animal I know is human… a cheerleader who wears a tshirt with the slogan Cocks Rock. A prime example of closed minded idiocy. Although that sentence sounds like a prime example of intellectual snobbery. I guess the truth probably lies somewhere in between.

Between the white picket fence, the dodge truck and the beer belly White Trash America knows in it’s heart of hearts that it is wrong.

They rock back and forth, shifting over and over in their sleep (dreaming of horses to fuck), panicking religiously.