Yep, he's drunk again.

[liana]

WilliamPitt (55,978 posts)   Tue Dec 31, 2013, 04:20 PM

Tonight, I raise a glass to many upon many, and to many more again.

I raise a glass to those who ran to the sound and the smoke and the screams and the blood on Boylston Street in Boston, to do what they could. I raise a glass to those who survived, and to those who did not. I raise a glass to those with a hole in their life now; I have wept for you and yours more times this year than I can say, and I hold you and yours close to my heart tonight.

I raise a glass to you who have gone to war, and have come home to feel the back of America's hand as you limp on your prosthetic or tremble in disorder. It has been wisely said that a nation that does not care for its veterans, for he and she who has borne the battle, and their orphan, and their widow, has no business making new veterans in new wars anywhere, ever. To you, I raise a glass.

I raise a glass to every man and woman who wants to work but cannot find employment or get assistance because a few people you will never meet have decided it is politically expedient to see you suffer. They will tell you this nation has no money, which is a filthy lie; we have money, lots and lots of money, which is sent to strange and greedy corners because what we lack is not money, but a proper set of priorities. I raise a glass to you, and wish you a better year than the one you have endured.

I raise a glass to the healers, the helpers, the activists arrested trying to defend the right to vote, the right not to be poisoned by a pipeline or a fracking field, the right not to be harassed by police, the right to smoke a joint and make cancer just a bit less of a burden. I raise a glass to you who Occupies, who dares, who risks, who stands for us all.

I raise a glass to each and every man and woman who has fought for, and achieved, the right to marry whoever the damn hell they please. I raise a glass to love in all of its forms, to the states that have abandoned apartheid and embraced civil rights in the matter of marriage and love. I raise a glass to all those who wait behind the invisible bars of the ongoing apartheid in too many other states, and I raise a glass to the not-too-distant-future, when those bars will come crashing down, when love can be love for everyone, at last.

I raise a glass to those who have died before the barrel of a gun, to those who have been maimed by a gun, to those who have lost someone to a gun, and to those who fight every day to try and stop the bloody avalanche of death by gun in America.

I raise a glass to Truthout, and to every other alternative media source that dares to barrel the genuine news into the body politic. The organization I work for does more good in a day than the New York Times does in a month, and my gratitude at being able to participate in that is fathomless and bottomless.

I raise a glass to you, America, to the good you still have within you and the greatness you can achieve, if you choose to.

I raise a glass to my wife, and to my daughter, and to my mother, and to my friends, without whom I would quite simply be lost.

I raise a glass, and hold you close, and wish for you the best of all possible New Years.

With all of my love,

William Rivers Pitt

  

http://www.democraticunderground.com/10024257088

[freedumb2003b]

Yep, "I raise a glass" "I raise a glass" "I raise a glass"

of course, really he is toasting his trust fund.

Over and over and over.

[dandi]

That's 12 glasses raised by my count.

I can see him roaring that out as he sits in a puddle of his own urine and vomit in an alleyway outside Bukowski's, while passersby speed up their their step a bit until they get past him.

[Billiam Pitts]

It's not even 5:00 pm and he's already completely wasted. Something tells me that he's on the backend of a weekend bender.

[BadCat]

Here's to you, Pit....May your liver explode within a year.

[Charles Henrickson]

Tonight, I raise a glass to many upon many, and to many more again.

I raise a glass to those who ran to the sound and the smoke and the screams and the blood on Boylston Street in Boston, to do what they could. I raise a glass to those who survived, and to those who did not. I raise a glass to those with a hole in their life now; I have wept for you and yours more times this year than I can say, and I hold you and yours close to my heart tonight.

I raise a glass to you who have gone to war, and have come home to feel the back of America's hand as you limp on your prosthetic or tremble in disorder. It has been wisely said that a nation that does not care for its veterans, for he and she who has borne the battle, and their orphan, and their widow, has no business making new veterans in new wars anywhere, ever. To you, I raise a glass.

I raise a glass to every man and woman who wants to work but cannot find employment or get assistance because a few people you will never meet have decided it is politically expedient to see you suffer. They will tell you this nation has no money, which is a filthy lie; we have money, lots and lots of money, which is sent to strange and greedy corners because what we lack is not money, but a proper set of priorities. I raise a glass to you, and wish you a better year than the one you have endured.

I raise a glass to the healers, the helpers, the activists arrested trying to defend the right to vote, the right not to be poisoned by a pipeline or a fracking field, the right not to be harassed by police, the right to smoke a joint and make cancer just a bit less of a burden. I raise a glass to you who Occupies, who dares, who risks, who stands for us all.

I raise a glass to each and every man and woman who has fought for, and achieved, the right to marry whoever the damn hell they please. I raise a glass to love in all of its forms, to the states that have abandoned apartheid and embraced civil rights in the matter of marriage and love. I raise a glass to all those who wait behind the invisible bars of the ongoing apartheid in too many other states, and I raise a glass to the not-too-distant-future, when those bars will come crashing down, when love can be love for everyone, at last.

I raise a glass to those who have died before the barrel of a gun, to those who have been maimed by a gun, to those who have lost someone to a gun, and to those who fight every day to try and stop the bloody avalanche of death by gun in America.

I raise a glass to Truthout, and to every other alternative media source that dares to barrel the genuine news into the body politic. The organization I work for does more good in a day than the New York Times does in a month, and my gratitude at being able to participate in that is fathomless and bottomless.

I raise a glass to you, America, to the good you still have within you and the greatness you can achieve, if you choose to.

I raise a glass to my wife, and to my daughter, and to my mother, and to my friends, without whom I would quite simply be lost.

I raise a glass, and hold you close, and wish for you the best of all possible New Years.

With all of my love,

William Rivers Pitt

I count 19.

[thundley4]

It has been wisely said that a nation that does not care for its veterans, for he and she who has borne the battle, and their orphan, and their widow, has no business making new veterans in new wars anywhere, ever.

Yet Democrats have started the most wars and they are the ones taking benefits from vets and giving them to illegal immigrants.

[SSG Snuggle Bunny]

His fake concern for troops and terror victims strikes me as particularly galling.

[Charles Henrickson]

Wait, he added a glass:

I raise a glass to you, DU, individually and collectively, to my online home for twelve years and counting.

20.

But he may not be through.

[Charles Henrickson]

I sense a DUFU coming on.

[dandi]

I count 19.

You're right. I didn't count the ones where he stopped mid-paragraph and raised another one.

 

Must be pretty well hammered by now.

[Aristotelian]

I count 19.

Isn't that a normal breakfast for him?

[BattleHymn]

[Billiam Pitts]

Isn't that a normal breakfast for him?

The real paradox is if Pitt is walking back from Bukowskis at 2:30 am drinking from a flask of bourbon and a homeless man asks him for a sip, does Pitt give it to him or beat him up?

[BattleHymn]

The real paradox is if Pitt is walking back from Bukowskis at 2:30 am drinking from a flask of bourbon and a homeless man asks him for a sip, does Pitt give it to him or beat him up?

You forgot the possibility that the homeless man has a brick.

[fatboy]

Yep, "I raise a glass" "I raise a glass" "I raise a glass"

of course, really he is toasting his trust fund.

Over and over and over.

But first, Willie has to bring in some firewood.

[tanstaafl]

You forgot the possibility that the homeless man has a brick.

And PittStain knows brick.
 

[DumbAss Tanker]

What a tediously pompous gasbag that fool is.

 

Here's what I raise to you, Pittstain.

[DUmpsterDiver]

 

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The Pittboychild is either still drunk from the weekend or starting early for the coming one.  Only a democrat could simultaneously toast the Boston bombing victims and the bomber enablers in one screed.   He may make it through this Winter in the woods, next year he will be back in MassOfTwo$hits drinking bartender swill.

[Gern]

hehe this thread is killing me, everyone's got great replies...

[GOBUCKS]

The unemployable Pitt is trying to be biblical.

It's his answer to the "begats".

[Charles Henrickson]

The real paradox is if Pitt is walking back from Bukowskis at 2:30 am. . . .

But keep in mind, Wee Willie has abandoned Boston, he has fled Taxachusetts, in order to live closer to Mumsy in the lily-white, lower-tax woods of New Hamster. So no Bukowski's this year.

You know, sometimes on American Pickers they visit an old guy who has constructed his own little town out back of his house, sort of a Nostalgia Village. I wonder if William--once the Wunderkind of DUcheland, but now a middle-aged fat slob--I wonder if he will do that, i.e., build his own private Bukowski's out there in the woods. He can have cardboard cutouts of former habitués of that establishment, his old chums--Ty the Bouncer, Kevin Spacey--to make it feel like old times. And if he needs to pee or puke, he can just step outside and find a tree, no problem.

[GOBUCKS]

That picture beats the hell out of any DUFU that I've seen.

[Charles Henrickson]

That picture beats the hell out of any DUFU that I've seen.

"I raise a glass to FReeper Roscoe Karns,
who immortalized me in that way."

[Chris_]

"I raise a glass to FReeper Roscoe Karns,
who immortalized me in that way."

That picture needs to be in the dictionary under "shitfaced".