Bitch About

CHORUS 1

Bitch about millennials, bitch about liberals

Bitching quite a lot or bitching just a little

Bitch about democrats, bitch about greens

Bitch like you know what the fuck this all means!

VERSE 1

You’ve got your own version of PC culture

Got your own whiners like Hannity and Coulter

Got your own pitchforks, got your own chariots

Got your own sins, got your own embarrassments

Got an automatic rifle to enforce your rules

Got a stockpile of magazines and torture tools

When the brightest flame ignites the flag

Your private army grabs the body bags

CHORUS 2

Bitch about Hilary, bitch about Bill

Bitch about Bernie, bitch about Jill

Bitch about people other than yourself

Bitch about dark magic on the library shelf

VERSE 2

You have everything you’ve ever wanted

Freedom and church, yet you feel taunted

You tell other people to not be offended

Yet your own traumatic visions never ended

You got triggered, so you got liquored

As if your ego could get any bigger

You hurt just as much as the rest of us

Join the human race or in the moon you trust

CHORUS 3

Bitch about this, bitch about that

Bitch while swinging a baseball bat

Smash the windows, smash the hood

Smash it all in the name of holy good

Bitch about protestors, though you are one

Bitch about everything under the sun

Bitch about life, bitch about the world

Bitch until you feel like you want to hurl

VERSE 3

What makes you so different from us?

We all have the need to fuss and cuss

Superiority is a dangerous illusion

Don’t be the one who promotes exclusion

"Soulless" by Susan Estrich

Do you miss the good old days when there wasn’t such a huge rift between political parties? As illustrated in Susan Estrich’s 2006 nonfiction masterpiece “Soulless”, people like Ann Coulter have taken that rift and turned it into a monstrous black hole. Centerism is dead because of the conservative pundits who use harsh language and venomous tones to talk down to their liberal counterparts in order to rally up those who watch them. When today’s conservatives watch Ann Coulter say things like, “My only regret with Timothy McVeigh is he did not go to the New York Times building.”, they don’t think, “Man, what a nut job!” They think, “Let’s go kill some liberals!” It makes political sense, but it’s bad for the country. Very bad. Ann Coulter can get away with stirring up this kind of hatred because of a few nuances that she has going for her. One, she never uses curses words, which would place nicely into the Christian right’s hands. Two, she peppers her phrases with Christian references, also playing nicely into their hands, obviously. Three, and this is the part that really drives things home, she looks good in a dress (or such is the common wisdom). Why do you think people like Sarah Palin, Christine O’Donnell, and Michelle Bachmann can get away with the things they say? Because they’re just Ann Coulter clones coming fresh off the assembly line. Of course, this book was written in 2006, so those three people weren’t as popular just yet. But you know who else was popular around that time? Glenn Beck. No one will ever want to see him in a dress, trust me, but he is every bit as vicious with language as Ann Coulter is, which is why people listen to him instead of writing him off as a lunatic. Susan Estrich intricately details how unless the conservative base stands up for itself and listens to reason, it will never get out of the dredges of the fringe. The worst part about all of this? Everyone appears to be just fucking dandy with this! See, I could never be an Ann Coulter wannabe! I just swore! That and I also don’t look good in a dress despite having huge knockers. Plus, I’m too liberal for that crap. Buy Susan Estrich’s book. Even after 2006 is in the rearview mirror, the book is still relevant in today’s modern era.
　

***LYRICS OF THE DAY***

“Calling all demons, this is the season. Next stop is therapy. We’re the retarded and the brokenhearted, the season of misery. Here’s to the wasted, I can almost taste it. The rejects, the wastes of times. Going to take it further, get away with murder. And no one here is getting out alive. Here’s to all God’s losers. The bottom-feeders frenzy. Here’s to all bloodsuckers, sing along with me. ‘Cause we don’t say no, scream one, two, three.”

-Green Day singing “Dirty Rotten Bastards”-