You can run, but your stink will find you. You can't escape good stink!

Ah, it's August again. August has become my favorite month. Why? Because our "representatives" in congress have left town, which means for the next month I won't have to go to bed at night fearing news the next morning of how those glazy-eyed assholes are abetting the despots in the white house in the dismantling our constitutional rights.

I'm beginning to see how it works. You run up important legislation which adversely affects the basic rights of each and every American against a deadline, in this case the annual congressional August recess. We all know caution is cast to the wind when one is faced the urgency of impending recess or vacation. It's a chance to get away, even if it includes throwing our Bill of Rights into the flames of a once greater nation.

Or maybe I'm way off base here. Maybe congress' eagerness to get out of town is simply a rush to escape the stench of their own stink.

So, this past weekend, congress refused to restrain despot Bush and Cheney's power (while previously granting them immunity for abusing it!). Whatever the reason, 16 democratic U.S. senators and 41 democratic U.S. house representatives turned republican and voted with their opposition to strip away more of our few remaining rights by allowing Bush to conduct even greather warrantless surveillance upon on us.

While I have my own theories on how this shit could be happening, I'll leave it to historians to analyze how a select group of representatives sent to Washington by the people to check the powers of the executive branch laid down, rolled over, and allowed themselves to be screwed (again!) in our names.

All day long, the lyrics of songs have been running through my head that speak to how this could happen. Of how 57 democrats turned republican and sold us down the river that leaves each and every American up a creek.

The first one to come to mind, thinking of the bastards who are now co-conspirators in the death of this nation was:

Everybody's talking at me,
I don't hear a word their saying,
only the echoes of my mind.

And then the Midnight Cowboys mounted up and rode rapidly out of the stench of that town, hoping if they rode fast enough, they'd escape their own stink.