SemiConscious Dot Org

Dear Sweet Mother of All that is Holy and Pure, our long national nightmare is nearly over. The next presidential election is now less than a year away:

It is now safe to imagine. It is now becoming increasingly easy to actually dare to think that, in less than one year’s time, Dubya will begin packing his bags, jamming into his Spongebob duffel his map of the world coloring book, English-to-English translation dictionaries, mangled pocket edition of the U.S. Constitution, Bibleman action figure set and a “Mission Accomplished!” sweatshirt, and heading off to face his destiny as one of the bleakest, most morally repellent chapters in all of American history.

Obviously, the natural reaction of any sane, rational human being to such news would be to spend about a week getting rip-roaring drunk and celebrating the imminent departure of this vainglorious intellectual pygmy and his handpicked cabal of liars, thieves and killers. However, we don’t have the luxury of partying, because there’s way too much work to be done:

It will take every month and every week and every single day from the moment you read this until November 2008 to compile, to gather, to list all the names and all the horrors and all the deeply entrenched policies that are still clawing at the face of America as a result of Bush’s reign, to fully get your mind around just how deep is the disease and how widely it has spread, so we may begin to excise the policies one by one like the malignant tumors they so very much are.

While George W. Bush will soon be headed to the ash heap of history, the political party that rubberstamped his decade-long rape of the American Dream remains largely in place. They are now in the Congressional minority, but by razor-thin margins, and could easily regain both the Congress and White House if we, for even one second, make the mistake of forgetting what an unmitigated disaster their reign has been for this country on every conceivable level.

This must not be allowed.

Now is the time. The coming year will slide by rather quickly and the feeling of urgent change and upheaval will only build and it doesn’t really matter if it’s Hillary or Obama or Edwards leading the shift, because no matter who gets the nod, they will require — from me, from you, from anyone who professes to care — a roiling tidal wave of progressive momentum behind them to help them cleanse and haul away the overwhelming mountain of moral fecal matter Bush has left behind.

Mark your calendar. Set your ringtone. Take a deep breath, feel the wave build, and then dive the hell in. Right now, it’s the only option that really matters.