As someone who stood in the unemployment line for the past five weeks, I can tell you I'm not praying for Obama to fail. Neither are the millions of other job seekers struggling in these hard times, no matter what their political leanings.
I'm one of the lucky ones. I got laid back onto my old job last week, at least for the time being. The hard truth is that my company, a victim of the worldwide recession, could go under at any time. I've absolutely no idea how much longer this job will last.
During the eight years of his disastrous presidency, I never once prayed for George W. Bush to fail. Well, I did want him to lose the 2004 race, but he won that one fair and square so I had to live with it. As much as I opposed his misguided policies, I can honestly say that I wanted Bush to succeed.
I wanted Bush to capture or kill Osama bin Laden and everyone responsible for the 9/11 attacks. I wanted Bush to succeed in eliminating al Qaeda from Afghanistan. I wanted Bush to adopt policies that would make the Middle East and the world a safer, more stable place. Last but certainly not least, I wanted Bush to succeed in maintaining a healthy and vibrant economy so millions of Americans wouldn't lose their jobs while corporate CEOs raided public tax coffers.
And guess what? Despite my hopes, Bush didn't do a damned one of those things. He was a total fuck-up who couldn't succeed at anything if he tried (okay, to be fair, he does deserve props for increasing funds to fight AIDS in Africa, that continent that so befuddled Sarah Palin). But nobody I know was praying for Bush to fail because that meant that we would suffer the consequences. As we are right now.
Radio talk-show host Rush Limbaugh (and the spineless political cronies who kow-tow to his hateful brand of politics) would rather have Americans suffer and lose their jobs and houses and self-respect than see the political opposition actually solve the problems facing us right now.
I was in line for hours at my local unemployment office. I saw dozens of frightened faces up-close and while we stood together I listened to some of their stories. I spoke with overwhelmed job counselors and managers who said their systems were hopelessly swamped by the masses of layoffs. Aside from their despair, these people all have one thing in common. They want success from this administration. And as we approach the highest unemployment levels in four decades, success can't come soon enough.
So fuck Rush Limbaugh. If I'm gonna pray for failure, it'll be aimed at Limbaugh's hate-blackened heart, his fatty-laden prostate, his cigar-choked lungs, his illegally-obtained Oxycontin-ravaged kidneys and liver, whatever cholesterol-laden organ wants to give up the game and stop keeping that odious bastard upright and barking. I'm talking to you, Mr. Brain Aneurysm: pop some pressure and drop this fat fuck into a hole.
It would be a good thing for America if Limbaugh's brand of cancerous and divisive politics were to vanish from the landscape. And it would be a boon for that shrinking minority of true conservatives who need to wrestle their tattered party back from the callous anti-American neo-cons responsible for so much of the mess we face today.
Can I get an amen?