How long will we tolerate this?

I found this over at D Cup's blog, I only steal from the best.

Seriously, how long are we going to put up with this shit? They trample our Constitution, they invade our privacy, they keep an endless war going even though most of us want out of that quagmire, they allow their corporate buddies to run rough shod over us, and they sneer at us while they do it. If the Democrats, who I must admit I am quite pissed off at because they seem to be more than willing to just roll over and let the Bush junta screw us without even kissing us, want to win the White House back in 2008, they need to refer to whoever the Republican nominee is as 'Bush' Whatever, for example Bush Guilani, Bush Romney, Bush Huckabee, Bush McCain, etc. They've got to tie Bush to every Republican candidate and make them answer for all his bull shit and law breaking.

Here's the lyrics to one of my favorite Elvis Costello songs 'Tramp the Dirt Down.' I know he wrote it about Margret Thatcher but the sentiment covers how I feel about that criminal posse in the White House perfectly:

I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign
A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain
She spills with compassion, as that young child's face in her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice coming down on that child's lips?

Well I hope I don't die too soon, I pray the Lord my soul to save
Yes, I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave
Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live long enough to savour
That's when they finally put you in the ground
I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

When England was the whore of the world, Margaret was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as clear as the black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn't haunted by every tiny detail
When she held that lovely face in her hands all she thought of was betrayal

And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his only son
And how it's only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt
Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt
Try telling me she isn't angry with this pitiful discontent
When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment
And then expect you to say "Thank you", straighten up, look proud and pleased
Because you've only got the symptoms, you haven't got the whole disease

Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can
Filled up with dreams then poured down the drain
Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and maimed
Who takes all the glory but none of the shame?

Well I hope you live long now, I pray the Lord your soul to keep
I think I'll be going before we fold our arms and start to weep
I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap
But when they finally put you in the ground
They'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down