it’s a pity Mark Warner was scheduled on the same night as Hillary and not on Monday night, because he hammered this point home over and over again. Great speech, but doomed to an asterisk.

Oh, drop dead. I wondered when the mainstream liberals would get around to collecting kindling for all those heretics who need to be burned at the stake. Same as it ever was. The same middle-class professionals with advanced degrees who oh-so-ironically call themselves DFHs can’t wait for the chance to start attacking actual leftists for daring to point out what a hollow suit their golden boy is. I look forward to the excuses you’ll make for the bombs that Obama drops on whoever the Hitler of that particular week will be.

But did you also want to mention that since the middle (or “Eye”) of a hurricane is actually deadly calm, my cutesy little trope would only result in a trashed train & a bunch of rank-smelling windmills?

My poetic license will only expire when I do.

Or, in this case, when an entire trainload of shit derails on a trestle situated directly above a windmill farm, in the middle of a hurricane.

That’s a brilliant, brilliant image (although I want to say that WINDMILLS DO NOT WORK THAT WAY).

When you look into the bullshit, the bullshit also looks into you.

The soap-opera narrative closes the feedback loop – the other end of which is too many years of lowered educational standards (to keep the mommies & daddies placated with phony grades, while Junior’s skull becomes a septic-tank) … the sweet sweet scam of keeping Junior dumb works like a charm to make him into an awesome delivery-system for low-paid labor, as well as an excellent rube for all the brands of consumer-goods snake-oil that Teh Magical Free-Market Unicorn can crap out … but there’s a hangover to every scam, & in this case, eventually Junior gets old enough to vote. That’s when the REAL shit hits the fan.

Or, in this case, when an entire trainload of shit derails on a trestle situated directly above a windmill farm, in the middle of a hurricane.

I think this will be the last more or less “normal” decade for all of us lucky ducks in North America. The next one is going to be a real doozy – the impending switch from light sweet crude to sour oil (& nuclear, & coal, & all the rest) alone is going to be a baseball bat in humanity’s nutsack, & that’s just one of MANY upcoming thrill-rides we’re all going to get to take a trip on.

Smoke ‘em if ya got ‘em.

There, that’s better now isn’t it?

Now back to fighting the good fight.

Thank you.

Pakistan. Iran. NorKor. The world is unwinding before our eyes. The solutions are not simple, and cannot be presented in a sound byte. The costs of our temporary and entirely imaginary domination are not only clear to see, but they have historical precedents.

What we need is a confident, strong, steady hand and a commitment to American Constitutional principles. What we get is American Exceptionalism, the military solution, authoritarian restrictions and hard borders. Useless, unsustainable and utterly valueless. But that’s what a terrified populice without a remaining option drives you to provide.

We’re going to commit national suicide, and we’re going to discuss the pros and cons of national suicide right up to the moment we bleed out. It’s beyond sick. It’s unprecedented and it provides absolutely NO options.

Lockstep march into that sad good night.

Yay….

mikey

They are TRYING to drain your energy. This is the point of all the vacuous stupidity. Obama wins on excitement – he loses when we throw up our hands. Pretty obvious, right?

Soap opera narratives are a way of hiding what has actually happened: eight years of theft, hatred and societal corrosion. At this point, undermining Obama (whatever reservations we all may have) is a form of treason.

This needs to be sung out.

Get back on board!

fadgeophile: Aw man, you wound me to the core. Am I not a self-avowed feminist? Do I not possess a stunningly keen sense of humor?

Then, when that last bit of hope slips away and you are falling, minutes away from your death, the fear goes away. You get it now. You never had a chance, and it was the trying to convince yourself that you did that produced the terror. Now, in the cold light of certainty, there is, at last, peace.

That’s where I am now. Things may get a little better, and they may get a lot worse. But the die is cast, the path is set, and there is neither the political will nor the human courage to make the hard decisions and take the radical actions necessary to avert catastrophe.

And I am at peace…

mikey

Speak for yourself. I just puked into that pocket in the seat back with the airline magazines…

Also: The US already is dead.

This country passed the economic tipping point circa 1973. We imploded nearly two decades before the Soviet Union, and so on purely technical points we didn’t even win the Cold War. Our federal government endures only by making near-daily trips to the CoinStar machine.

Doctorb: I like your point.

Repug Ad: Obama knows a person who bombed a building 40 years ago!

Dem AD: McCain (singing) “BOMB BOMB BOMB, BOMB IRAN!”

Dem announcer: “BTW, McCain was a bomber pilot.”

On that note: gratuitous vidwhoring.