An Open Letter to Joseph Robinette Biden Jr. - President-Elect of the United Snakes

No, Joe. You are so wrong. This IS who we are. This is not an anomaly. You saw just the surface of America…it’s chest opened, patient fully awake and aware, beating heart festering in it’s own dark, black juices.

I was in a cesspool of COVID-19 when I heard about it. A call from my daughter while I stood at the urinal in COSTCO, just about to lower my zipper. “Dad…are you watching this? Trump supporters are storming the Capitol building.”

Me, being scared shitless just being in the midst of the Trump Virus with variant droplets floating through the air, wasn’t sure I heard her correctly. 

“What?”, I replied. 
“They are STORMING it. The Capitol building” she said.
Are they INSIDE? I asked. “Yes, inside.” she responded. 
“Fuck” is the only response I had.


This isn’t Wisconsin. This isn’t Michigan. This isn’t Virginia. This isn’t North Carolina. This is Capitol building and as much as it represents, by the legislation it used to spew regularly and that exacerbate our basic problems, it is also supposed to represent the IDEALS on which this republic was founded.


I was a revolutionary as a very young man. A teenager, actually. I was of the mind the system was so broken in 1968, that the entire thing needed to brought down and then rebuilt by a bunch of longhaired music lovers with peace, love and marijuana at the center of the agenda. Stop the motherfuckers trying to send our kids off to die for the LIE that was the Vietnam War. 
We had an action on May 1, 1971 called MayDay. The idea was to grind the wheels of the War Machine to a halt. Block the roads and bridges leading into D.C. by any means necessary. By erecting blockades, rolling trash cans into the middle of the streets, standing in front of cars. We all know how to piss off commuters, whether it’s 1971 or 2021. We did it. The cops and federal authorities KNEW our intentions. They had advance notice.
And they were waiting for us. Tens of thousands of us.

I believe, in the end, it was not as effective as we had hoped. But those in “law enforcement”, those that we referred to as “pigs”…they were extremely effective. Over 10,000 “freaks” were detained and later arrested whether or not they were actually involved in civil disobedience, they just had to look like they might be. Long hair. Blue jeans. T-shirts. Boots. The cops knew what the enemy looked like. They had their ire raised when they’d see pieces of shit like US, walking down the street in their neighborhoods. Dating their lovely young, nubile daughters. Waking up in one of the bedrooms of their abodes. Their own kids. Pigs hated Freaks.


On that day in May 1971, the authorities in Washington, under the auspices of the criminal Nixon regime, were ready for action. They began the mass arrests. Grab a hippie off of the street, throw him or her in a guarded bus with no declaration of arrest, no Miranda rights read. Throw the stinking hippie cocksuckers in the bus, Fill the bus. Drive the bus to R.F.K. stadium. Empty the bus. Go back to the action.



How fucking simple was that? They didn’t even bother searching the detainees. They put a bunch of freaks on the pitch of a major football stadium with everything they brought to town. Drugs, primarily. Hippie revolutionaries don’t use guns. They don’t pack heat. They don’t brag to the world, at large, that they have the right to protect themselves from a racist, fascist government under the auspices of the Second Amendment. They might have a Swiss Army knife or a can opener.


The next morning, after spending the night on the infield of RFK, the cops began “processing” the detainees. All 10,000+. 
These were NOT Trump supporters. These freaks didn’t have jobs. They didn’t have real families that loved them. They didn’t bring weapons capable of mass murders to our nation’s capital. They didn’t desecrate the hallowed halls of a government building that appears on the back of a $50 bill. They may not have had $50 between them.



 I drove straight home from the Costco in Norfolk. I managed to stream the MSNBC feed over the car radio. I listened and could only conjure up visuals in my head…akin to listening to a baseball game. I was alarmed. I was angry. I was trying to remember every Trump sign at every house that I had seen for the last year and a half when we’d drive back and forth to Hampton Roads on the Caratoke Highway. I looked for Trump Pence stickers and flags on vehicles that I passed. Maybe if I just forget how to drive and drift, accidentally, into their lane. They ended up in a ditch? Oh…I am ever so sorry. “It was an accident officer”.
That’s how fucking angry I was.



 I make no bones about how I feel about my “fellow” Americans. The “Amerikans”. The racists who vehemently deny what they are, yet are still angry because their black sheep child allowed herself to be deflowered by a Black man. Now they have a Black grandchild. The working class morons that believe an allegedly wealthy money launderer, misogynist, stereotypical NYC asshole gives a flying fuck about them; who talks to these dumb uneducated fuckers like he’s one of them; those that flocked to the Turd called Trump like flies to shit. Krackers. The “South Will Rise Again” traitors. Those Southern asswipes that cry, piss and moan about their “culture” being destroyed. That bitch about the statutes of their familial “heroes” who took up arms against their own country so they might continue to keep those “fucking ni@#ers” as property. That wonder why the Confederate States of America surrendered, when they could live in a utopia where they sit on the porches of the Massa’s house sipping Mint Juleps before they took to whipping their property for perceived transgressions.


That’s who we ARE, Mr. Biden. It is who we always have been. I know these “fellow citizens” you say are “NOT WHO WE ARE”. Because after all,  you were raised just north of the CSA. Delaware is just slightly removed from Maryland, but far enough away that you didn’t have to deal with segregation on a daily basis. You didn’t deal with separate restrooms and drinking fountains. Travel 40 or 50 miles south of the southern Delaware state line on the DelMarVa peninsula and your whole upbringing would likely have been different. But…even knowing he was who he was, you actively worked with Strom Thurmond and his Dixiecrat ilk.


I was raised in the midst of it. Virginia in the late 1950s and ‘60s. I was raised a racist in a racist society and if we are honest with ourselves, every white person south of the Mason/Dixon line was.



I did get to live in California, the state of my birth and my home, for almost 40 years. Don’t think for one fucking moment that the racism stopped at the West Texas border and that the genetically-altered virus of racism didn’t make it’s way to the Golden State via the Okies in the great migration west during the First Great Depression. Don’t think that there wasn’t already a racist way of life entrenched in California. A variant of the Confederate Virus. They had their version of slaves in the form of Mexicans. They hated and used them, then …and they hate them and use them, now.



I dare say, as the facial recognition bots are utilized, (IF they are utilized), there will be a good number of Californians shown to be inside the Capitol. And Virginians, North Carolinians, Wisconsinites, Michiganders and assholes from every state in the Union. In the Capitol. Spouting that it is THEIR right to be there because it is THEIR house. 



And their seditious acts of storming the White People’s House was aided and abetted by the Capitol Police, whether it was by them purposely, (on camera, mind you), opening barricades meant to keep domestic terrorists away from the steps of the venue where the business of government was being readied to be performed by the Government of Business, or by their cowardice in confronting other like-minded people and retreating, actually LEADING, traitorous pieces of shit up to the upper reaches the building where our “elected leader’s” offices are. All one cop had to do is bust the skull of the main idiot that was leading the charge up the stairs. The cop held the high ground and the idiot’s seditious compatriots may have stopped in their tracks had they witnessed blood gushing out of the head of the chief asshole. The cop RAN. Baton in hand. All the way top the top floor where other cops waited, batons in hand and DID NOTHING.



And the Government of Business ? They hid like the cowards they are.  They did not confront the  mob. They did not take the road of the late, great John Lewis: Stand Up To The Evil Boulevard.


Former military, battle-tested “heroes” would not protect their own sacred domain. Stand up to the bullies that many of them court for their votes. Pander to them with complicity for their undying support. Republicans. Allowing occupation of their own workplace. Tammy Duckworth is excused from being excoriated as a coward because she has already given enough to her former country that is now no better than the other shithole countries that populate the planet. Yes. The United States of America is a Shithole country, lead by a bat-shit crazy, evil con man that has taken hostage the minds and morals and just plain old common sense of his Fecal Army.



The same “man” that exhorted that mob of morons and deplorables to march to the Capitol, knowing full well that he gave them leave to be “wild”.


The President of the United Snakes.



And what of the Deplorable Warriors? Are they currently ensconced in a football stadium? Are they being processed into the criminal justice system for their visible crimes?
 

I certainly hope so.
 

But, I know better. 

I watched as the vaunted Capitol police, the Metro DC police and members of other “law enforcement” agencies allowed the perpetrators to escape! Fuck…they didn’t have to escape, they were INVITED to leave the crime scene. They were ESCORTED away from the siege location and no accountability was imposed. 52 arrests…primarily for “curfew violations”, long after the main force of insurgents had left the battlefield, unwounded and ready to regroup and fight another day. Political TERRORISTS that are now emboldened by their ability to bring the Government of Business to it’s already shaky knees. Ready to take that new found power of anarchy back home.
 

Had these been BLM protestors, had these been 1960s era freaks and revolutionaries, this morning we would have been met with headlines that included a major body count. As far as I know, one seditionist woman was killed. But given the absence of federal law enforcement spokespeople, our own paid liars, we have no idea who shot her and why. We have no idea if the crime scene has been secured, suspects identified and investigations in process.


Make no mistake…Democrats allowed this to happen. The Obama administration was too chickenshit to take action during the 2015-16 campaign season and arrest Trump, his sycophants, his co-conspirators and remove him, justly, from the political scene for crimes he committed PRIOR to being elected by the most stupid electorate in the history of the nation. The name Trump should have NEVER been on the ballot given what the Obama administration already KNEW, regarding the involvement of Russia in the undermining the 2016 election.

You remember that…right, Joe? You were part and parcel. 

Where was your “This is a big fucking deal, Barack” in the throes of of major interference on our election from a foreign adversary ?

Yeah…I know, I know. Nobody thought this could ever happen. Not here. Not in the good, old USA. That shit is for lesser countries. Lesser people. Not Americans.

 

You’re so fucking wrong, it hurts.


Now…if you’re lucky; if the emboldened Army of the Pathetic doesn’t take their fight to lesser buildings in smaller states without the funding to protect their statehouses or mayor’s offices during a pandemic that features Trump’s killer virus running rampant through the populace, on January 20, 2021, you will inherit this shit hole. 

You will be the President of the United Snakes. 

Yet…as Tip O’Neil said, “All politics is local.” 
And those that are paid to be strong, brave and keepers of the oath to protect and defend the citizenry and the Constitution have unleashed domestic terrorists and allowed them to return to their homes. Without any accountability for their actions. With the ability and probable intent to take their violence and grievances back to their local governments in the same fashion they exhibited on January 6, 2021. 

They have a cheerleader with POWER. An enabler with a PLAN. A god unto them that cares not whether they, or anybody outside of his immediate family, lives or dies as long as he can retain said power. 

His name, specifically, is Donald J. Trump. His co-conspirators are called the Republican Party and the Trump Crime Family.



This is who we are. We’re fucked and we, alone, are the fuckers.