Why has nobody commented on the poem upon which I and the troll have collaborated? … Are you afraid of clowns?

And if I were?

There’s also the chance your poem sucks donkey balls. Not sure how great of one, but … well, there it is.

[...] emails to the congressman I was working for were never seriously considered, because 99.99 percent of them were form generated, incorrect, dittohead crap from one group or another.

Before the Internet, those kooks just wrote letters. So nothing has changed except the delivery method, and the fact those dittoheads are saving $.whateverastampcosts per letter.

And the problem with Wright is the fact he is the type of person responsible for Obama’s inability to govern.

The idiotic, Villager-approved bullshit that Wright himself propagates has created a culture in which getting things done is either ignored or punished, while playing bullshit political games is rewarded. It’s all horserace and political maneuvering, not actually doing things that help our nation and its people.

Yet there he is, blaming people who use the Internet to try and get themselves heard for a problem of his own making.

That’s the problem, IMHO. YMMV.

I’m not looking to pick a fight, I just would appreciate some clarification on what folks find so objectionable about the article. Is it just Wright’s semi-hypocrisy as the owner of a liberal website? Because the article still seems valid despite that.

yeah
well there’s no actual mechanism for getting him to be more progressive without complaining. Not complaining will certainly result in him shifting rightward.

C’mon esther, the overton window is stuck, help us move it.

Run for your lives, indeed.

I feel like socking a few democratic Senators in the kisser..

See, we’d rather not have smelt it.

AMIDOINITRITE?

Thank you. That is the single most awesome summation I have ever read anywhere about anything. It is perfectly, exactly, completely what Loadpants deserves, balanced against the Doughy One’s deeds with the precision of Anubis’ feather, and a perfect way to cap an evening. Goodnight, folks!

Look, I just don’t think Jonah’s book means anything. He put together a lot of stupid loony crap that was already out there into one place, is all. He’s done everyone a service by pulling together a bunch of garbage, eating it, burping it, farting it, and then raising his hand & grinning stupidly to let everyone know just who exactly ripped that nasty fog. In the Crowded Elevator of the National Discourse, now everybody knows Jonah Goldberg Dealt It, and everyone also rightly speculates that there are probably lumps involved.

http://whiskeyfire.typepad.com/whiskey_fire/2010/02/fat-black-gas-exudes-even-yet-still.html

Nah, it’ll be Scott Brown, who’s got a totally bitchin’ bod plus his daughters are like hawt, man.

If people keep complaining about him we’re going to get Bush or Palin or someone worse.

Like hey groovy dudes and dudettes…like chillll out on Obama man. You’re like…harshin’ my mellowwww. Listen, it’s all groooooovy, cat. If we just focus like our inner chakra on groovy thoughts toward the cat in the White House, it will totally bliss out the universe. It will like totally work.
Bitchin’.

Men make their own history, but they do not make it as they please; they do not make it under self-selected circumstances, but under circumstances existing already, given and transmitted from the past. The tradition of all dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brains of the living. And just as they seem to be occupied with revolutionizing themselves and things, creating something that did not exist before, precisely in such epochs of revolutionary crisis they anxiously conjure up the spirits of the past to their service, borrowing from them names, battle slogans, and costumes in order to present this new scene in world history in time-honored disguise and borrowed language. Thus Luther put on the mask of the Apostle Paul, the Revolution of 1789-1814 draped itself alternately in the guise of the Roman Republic and the Roman Empire, and the Revolution of 1848 knew nothing better to do than to parody, now 1789, now the revolutionary tradition of 1793-95. In like manner, the beginner who has learned a new language always translates it back into his mother tongue, but he assimilates the spirit of the new language and expresses himself freely in it only when he moves in it without recalling the old and when he forgets his native tongue.

http://marxists.org/archive/marx/works/1852/18th-brumaire/ch01.htm#cromwell

Yours too? (starts at about 2:10)

Also the reason why though I love sushi, I don’t eat eel.

OK. I could do without “In Your Eyes,” but I’d stop short of calling him a troll.

I’m saying he should put that thing away before he pokes someone’s eye out.