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Monsters from the Id

“ When the old men do the fighting, and the young men all look on. And the young girls eat their mothers' meat from tubes of plasticon. Be wary, please, my gentle friends of all the skins you breed. They have a nasty habit - they eat the hands that bleed. -- Memo From Turner ”

Curtain Call - Caleb Weintraub If Caleb Weintraub was ever to illustrate an essay, it would be Vanderleun's "Monsters from the Id: Good-bye to All That's Democrat."  Here's the opening stanza ... “ The monsters from the id that now control the Democrat Party have transformed that party into a mob of undead extras from The Dawn of the Dead. It's an indecent and disgusting spectacle and I suspect there's more than a few million long-time Democrats who are revolted by it. That certainly seems to be creeping into the polls. No matter the good it once did, the Democrats today present as sick and crazed political party that is so greedy and hungry for power that it will do anything, including selling its country down the drain, to get it back. Regardless of the race of the Democrats' selected nominee, Martin Luther King's dream of judging people by the content of their character and not the color of their skin has been transformed into a tawdry thing; a dried husk in which they wrap their skeletal remains, a hollow phrase spewed by the ascendent race hustlers of the party and lapped up by their acolytes. Until 2004, with the exception of Guiliani's second term as mayor, I voted the Democrat ticket in every election since 1967. In 2004, offered the Insane Clown Posse of John Kerry and John Edwards, I voted for George Bush. The spectacle of the last four years of various Democrats reaching for the gold ring did not inspire me to change my view. Only the dead enjoy parties in a crypt. Not even Roman columns improve the Charnal house atmosphere that fumes through the party today. - continued ” A side of Gerard I wasn't aware of. Clap-calp-clap/