The Kostards are looking for some reconciliation:
They called us traitors and deluded and unhinged. But it looks like we were all right about Iraq, and “they” were all wrong. Not only about Iraq, but about us. We aren’t traitors. Or stupid. Or crazy.
So, to Bush and his enablers and supporters, I ask: where’s our damn apology?
And I’m being serious. This isn’t some sort of snarky diary — I want a damn apology. Not just for me, but for everyone who saw this coming in 2003. And for everyone who had the gall to criticize the spiraling disaster that was obviously unfolding along the way. For years you’ve been violating us with hate speech – it’s time for you to take some of that “responsibility” for your own actions that you right-wingers are always bragging about.
You want an apology? Ok..Here goes:
…That you’re so retarded you actually think a report from a “study group” of arrogant, obtuse, myopic, generalizing appeasers actually vindicates your knee-jerk stance on Iraq.
That you’re so deluded you think just because a bunch of angry republicans, yellow-striped moderates, and gutless libertarians gave power to the leftists in this country, that this is the direction America really wants to go.
That your tolerance, understanding, and love motivates you to hate President Bush so much that you actually revel in the fact that creeps like Chavez, Kim Jong Il, and the Persian Hitler are making life more precarious for not just Americans, but the rest of the world.
But most of all, I’m sorry that you think anyone owes you malcontents anything. You HAVE spent the last three years crapping on this country and demanding that it grab both ass cheeks and spread wide in submission to people who want to destroy our way of life.
Iraq isn’t over yet. History is still in motion. Don’t beat your chest so arrogantly until the last page is written…
When you leftists can give this country something other than your vitriol and disdain for the common American, then, and only then, do you have any business demanding consideration from anyone.