Incestuous Feast of Deranged Cannibals

The Fairy Tale

This was to be the year of the Democratic Feast of Thanks, of sweet kisses, and bleary-teary cheers as the Queen of the United States of America floated with the rose petal fairies over blankets of mist from the castle in New York to the waiting throne at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

This was the year that those out-of-touch, selfish, intolerant, abusive, exclusive, and evil Repulicans would be banished from the scene and scores of angelic harpists would descend from the Heavens and pour out woven melodies of silk and gold to wrap our new Queen as she began eight years of harmonic reign over worshipping followers both here and abroad.

Rivers of Blood

Now we witness the warships launch on new rivers of blood and soldiers of the Armageddon swing hatchets and swords. At any and all costs, regardless of the will of the people, the throne will be hers. Rose petals wilt and melt into the black glaze of the road now paved with bodies of party detractors. Who are these voters that dare to deny Her Majesty her golden tiara and pearl throne? Arrows loose! Full out assault! Bring me no prisoners!

Deranged Clan of Cannibals

Watching the party of tolerance and inclusion eating their young, we now see through the thin veneer of party lies. The Mighty Thanksgiving of 2008 is revealed to be a feast of cannibals. And the Queen has made it clear: She will reign or every guest of the feast will fall in her fury. And when the party is over, half the battlefield will smoke and stink and ooze, while the enemy waits quietly across the field, no swords drawn, no soldiers wounded.

An Inconvenient Truth

And so goes the party of the Democrats. Angry, acerbic, lashing out at one another. Name calling and hate-filled attacks is the filthy flatware of the cannibal's feast. Rage and accusation is the music of the souless chamber orchestra. As the party leaders gorge and choke on their smorgasbord of eager voters, the party consumes itself from within.

And this is just March.