Fucking Fight, You Useless Fucks -- Fucking Angus King edition

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Some of you may feel this is too harsh. I would like to think it is too harsh. But consider two data points from this week.

After Gavin Newsom threatened to aggressively gerrymander California if Texas goes through with its own ridiculous partisan gerrymander, the head of the state legislative progressive caucus Alex Lee reared up on his hind legs and did his best Neville Chamberlain impersonation. He insisted he would fight against a partisan gerrymander on the grounds that a partisan gerrymander would be mean and ungentlemanly. “For as long as I’ve been alive, we’ve been the anti-gerrymandering party, anti-corruption and pro-democracy people. And are we going to just stoop to their level?” he told The Bulwark. “It’s a race to the bottom where everyone loses.”

Newsflash Alex, you dope: fascism is not a “race to the bottom where everyone loses.” Fascism is a deliberate political program of extermination currently aimed at you and your voters. Refusing to fight fascism isn’t being pro democracy; it’s lying down and letting fascists shoot you in the fucking face. Striking fascists in the fist repeatedly with your chin is not bravely standing on principle. It’s bashing your brains out before the fascists can do it for you. You fucking rube.

Maine’s pro-choice would-be Lion of the Senate Angus King voted to confirm 35-year-old rabid forced birth asshole Josh Divine to a lifetime federal judgeship. When asked what the fucking fuck he was fucking doing, King dropped his monocle and muttered that he had made “a mistake.” Rather than consulting pro choice groups, he had, apparently, decided to ask Missouri Senator Josh Hawley—an insurrectionist, a fascist, and an opponent of abortion—who he should vote for. Hawley said, “Ha ha, vote for this guy, he’s great, no really.”

Divine used to be Hawley’s chief counsel—which would be reason enough to vote against him if you had a brain and a heart instead of a fucking useless moustache which, apparently, can’t even by counted on to hold in your sad shit for brains.