The elections of yesterday were a sign that America may not be dead from the neck up. At the very least, there seem to be limits to both our apathy and patience. Despite the warm fuzzies emanating from many pundits today, the Democrats haven't magically changed into a different party overnight. At best, we will be treated to a three-ring circus as they attempt to impeach Bush; at worst, we have the opportunity to be disgusted, appalled, disappointed and manhandled by a different sack full of asshats over the next two years. At least it's a change. At least we stuck it to the Republicans, in some small way. The new boss may be just like the old boss, but FUCK YOU OLD BOSS. Sometimes pyrrhic spite is just the thing. In that spirit, transcribed<fn> below is a bit from Bill Hicks<fn> that wraps up these elections nicely. It's called <i>The Elephant is Dead (Bush)</i> and was recorded in December of 1992. <bq>...and Bush fuckin' loses ... it must have been a secret service plot to keep me out of the country, the night he lost. It was to protect Bush, you know, his eardrums, from shattering, when I shriek with fucking laughter [shrieking laughter] ... [singing] he's dead, it's dead, the Republican beast is fuckin' dead. 12 years of that rampaging Republican fuckin' elephant beast ... finally brought to its knees [elephant trumpeting .... footfall ... trumpeting ... footfall] ... yes, you're dead, you FUCKER, you fuck! You're dead, Dead, DEAD! We Hate You, HATE YOU! Now do you know it?!? Now do you feel it?!? Feel the fuckin' hate. Feel it! Call off your dogs ... call your little Vietnamese pot-bellied Rush Limbaugh back to your fold, you demon fucks. Bring Pat Buchanan back (dog growls) ... call him back! You lost! Finally. The Republican beast elephant brought to its knees. 'Cause I feel like me and my friends and all the artists in the fucking country were like a little pygmy tribe shooting darts at that elephant for 12 years ... and finally [more trumpeting and footfalls ... elephant in its death throes] ... and now we do our little pygmy dance [impromptu pygmy chanting] </bq> Fourteen years ago. Plus ça change. Hicks hasn't missed anything yet. <hr> <ft>That's right---copied down painstakingly while listening to the recording. You're welcome.</ft> <ft><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Hicks" source="Wikipedia">Bill Hicks</a> was one of the finest satirical minds of the last century. He was cut down in his youth by pancreatic cancer, but not before he recorded several albums full of biting political commentary on the late 80s and early 90s. If you know his work well enough, you can listen to history repeat itself in the news of today. Listen to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Arizona-Bay-Bill-Hicks/dp/B0000009QH/sr=8-1/qid=1163006687/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-1785574-8890245?ie=UTF8&s=music">Arizona Bay</a> and see if it doesn't give you goosebumps.</ft>