It’s a soft job, sir, between hangings. – Brendan Behan’s The Quare Fellow
The English language occasionally falls short. I don’t know if there are vile enough words in our language to describe Texas Governor Rick Perry. This is a man that signs off on executions the way most of us sign checks at dinnertime. In June of last year he hit the 500 mark! Now he has called up 1,000 member of the National Guard to police our border with Mexico largely in response to protecting Texas from children!
I was going to call Rick Perry an empty souled Ken Doll in a suit, a cretin of the highest fucking order, a shameless buffoon masking as a leader, but all of these terms fall flat against the sick blank void that is Rick Perry.
So, I thought I would hijack some words that were used by Klaus Kinski and directed at Werner Herzog. (Herzog claims they came up with the words together.) I have posted these words before, but I think that they accurately describe how anyone with a brain or a conscious should feel about Rick Perry:
He should be thrown alive to the crocodiles! An anaconda should strangle him slowly! A poisonous spider should sting him and paralyze his lungs! The most venomous serpent should bite him and make his brain explode! No — panther claws should rip open his throat — that would be much too good for him! Huge red ants should piss into his lying eyes and gobble up his balls and his guts! He should catch the plague! Syphilis! Yellow fever! Leprosy! It’s no use; the more I wish him the most gruesome deaths, the more he haunts me.