The Kerb Stomp
As we on the broadly-defined Left slowly wait for our well-celebrated livers to dry, like so many vinegary gerkhins left out after thorough pickling, it’s probably time for a bit of digestion of the moment. I don’t necessarily share premature disappointment over Kevin Rudd’s conservatism, because George Bush after all won his 2000 election on a platform of moderation, though I’ll certainly concede that his acceptance speech was a bunch of bullshit hyper-cliché that would have shamed a rugby league coach. All it needed to complete the scene was Tim Gartrell having a bucket of ice poured over him in the background, and Laurie Ferguson scratching his balls through tracksuit pants.
A the election result was an annihilation, and it’s not hard to savour the schadenfreude. The question is, for a Left so unused to electoral success (and so unwilling to mention the unfortunate State level of Labor Government, kept by a discursive Grace Poole in a locked room of the progressive soul), how best to scratch the insatiable itch of triumphalism?
To follow the current fashion of cliché: history is the best teacher. We should look forward from our past, secure in the future, and always twirling, twirling towards freedom.
Here it is, straight from 2004, the most right-wing piece of writing ever put to publication and made infamous by social bookmarking websites: Adam Yoshida’s masterfully terrible Four More Years!
Despite all of their tricks, despite all of their lies, the people have rejected them. They mean nothing. They are worth nothing. There’s no point in trying to reach out to them because they won’t be reached out to. We’ve got their teeth clutching the sidewalk and out boot above their head. Now’s the time to curb-stomp the bastards.
Oh yeah. That’s how you do it.
arleeshar wrote:
Laurie Ferguson scratching his balls through tracksuit pants.
You had me at hello
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