Morning Joe is so lame. They’ve got to get Scarborough back into a decent gig.

Obama and Biden don’t have to say a single word about Palin. They just go on a lot of interviews. Wherever they go they should stop to do shirtsleeves, in-a-crowd interviews with local codwrapper reporters and 6 o’clock news teams. Look those individuals in the eye and answer their questions. In comparison, Palin would look like a princess who just rides around in her carriage and waves.

As an aside, I fucking hate the trope that success in the business world is some sort of automatic qualification for public office. Government and businesses are two completely different types of organizations – they have wildly different goals, and both require different skill sets for effective management.

September 5, 2008 at 4:31

I fought corruption…and corruption won.

That’s because corruption takes no prisoners (of war)

And to commie, Sarah fought and won.

Did not care for that at all, not one bit.

How best to counter the ‘personal narrative’ garbage then? What ought we to do, what should we be telling all the ‘medium’ and ‘low’ information voters in our lives to keep them above the propaganda?

She wants to run a campaign where the American public only sees propaganda and never gets the contrary view. Ye gods, this is a dangerous and authoritarian mindset.

There’s no “if” to it, Brad. They’ve been doing it for years. Ken Auletta diagnosed it a bit late, in 2004. Remember Dubya’s interviews with small-town radio hosts, who peed themselves trying to suck up to him? They called this “getting around the filter.” Jay Rosen correctly nailed Scott McClellan’s job not as someone whose job was to communicate with the press, but as someone whose job was to insult and humiliate the press, and give them no information, ever.

Rethuglican presidents used to whine that the “media” were “biased.” These fucks have been playing a whole new game, and all too successfully: they just look at the media as useless scum — useless unless they can be used like a Tim Russert blowup doll, that is.

And it’s a pretty thin reed IF enough of the folks in the corporate media do their fucking jobs (that is, if any still know how, or ever did).

‘Cuz that’s still how most folks get their news, if they pay attention at all. We obsessive few, hunched over our keyboards, are still just that – a few.

I think that there are enough corporate media folks, and some talented indies, who’ll do the legwork and get the stories out there.

And bloggers’ll keep doing what they/we do, and that will help.

But I guess, ultimately, it’s gonna come down to the person-to-person contact and GOTV.

Damn fuck shit, that’s something that I’m absolutely no good at – I hate having to explain the obvious to people, and that dislike seeps through too easily.

So, I’m giving money – more than the missus wants me to (or knows about) – but I could probably give more, and probably will.

And maybe if I get a brain transplant, I might drive across the line to the nearby swingstate of New Hamster (‘Live Free, or go to Nova Scotia’) to knock on doors.

Or maybe I can just hang back in the office to make coffee, sweep up, and shit like that.

Because these war porn fucktards will be the end of us.

One more thought – I think Miss Alaska is gonna have a short shelf life.

Maybe it’s wishful thinking, or just a fervent hope, but when Mad Jack goes down like a five dollar hooker this November, the wingnut fundies are going down with them. She is indeed one of them, but a serious beating in the fall will reduce her to a 20-year career on the rubber chicken circuit.

Either that, or the many, many skeletons in her closet will bring her down.

I dunno. I’m tired. I’m gonna make an online donation and go to bed.