Congress Approval Rating Matches Historical Low
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The Congress are all doing a miserable job for us all.
MJ

And Caesar went on to live forever and rule immortally over the Roman Empire, which still stands today, a mighty beacon of civilization!

Um.

Why would this have been the “wisest course”, pray tell? Does this person actually believe that the average Iraqi-on-the-street was a direct threat to the US? Do they actually believe that Iraq as a country and as a people must be utterly destroyed to “win the war on terror”?

I had a neighbor make the “we should just nuke ‘em” comment some months ago, and I tore into him:

What the fuck have the Iraqis done to deserve to die? Some insurgents are attacking our army, fine, but because of that you want to fucking kill 12 million people: young, old, men, women, children, even BABIES–all of them? I thought the problem was Sadaam Hussein–I thought he “was an evil man”–isn’t that what you said last year? So now you want to kill 12 million people because they were victims of a brutal dictator that you decided was a threat?

Tell me: right here, right now: what have the 12 million people who live in Iraq done to deserve getting fucking nuked?

He didn’t have any kind of answer. If he had, my next line was going to be And who the fuck do you think you are to make that decision? You don’t “own” them or their country. Who the fuck died and made you god?

This kind of logic makes my brain hurt:
Al Qaeda decided that 3000 random Americans “deserved to die” for some perceived offense or political statement or whatever other fucked up reason. This was horrible and wrong and deplorable: who are these people to decide what we “deserve”?

So now these people are telling me that 12 million random Iraqis deserve to die for some perceived offense or political statement or whatever other fucked up reason, and they expect me to say that’s perfectly OK?

People lives are not poker chips or pawns or hit point markers for them to use in whatever fucked up game they think they’re playing. Why can’t they see that this is exactly how Bin Laden thinks?

(But it’s not upsetting or anything…)

That’s the st00pidest thing I’ve heard in awhile. I don’t mean to be place-ist, but f*ck that! No way I’m movin’ to that hellhole.

Where do you have to live in America that moving to Iraq seems reasonable? Where does this phlegm-for-brains think he’s going to get enough ‘pilgrims’ to occupy some shitty desert?

I’ve always wondered why people fight over the Middle Mast so much. I mean the Amalfi Coast? Maybe…the Puget Sound? I would…New Zealand? Probably…Some God Forsaken Desert? SPARE ME!

People! People! That shit ain’t worth fightin’ over! (must be the oil)

The United States will not always be the top dog in the world. We are no more immune to the forces of history than anyone else, and nuking the Middle East is not going to change that.

Dream on. The minute President Bush used “his” nuclear weapons to incinerate all of life on earth, the cowardly electorate would protest. That’s why Democracy is the worst system of government in the world.

He’s obviously got a First Amendment right to say pretty much any damn fool thing – and he does – but if one of us did that, they would call it sedition and treason.

It’s Australian for beer babes, mate.

I thought it sounded a little too wordy and nuanced for the Reagan diaries.

There were a couple of Goths in my local Wal-Mart, desultorily flipping through the limited selection of CDs, but no Ostro- or Visi-…

Oh pleasepleaseplease tell me this is some kind of elaborate joke at the expense of wingnuts. ‘Cause if they actually paid someone to write stuff like this for their own entertainment they’re more pitiful than I could have anticipated. That’s the political equivalent of “Penthouse Letters”, that is.

I’d suggest that, if she really wants to keep her precious blonde future Bushjugend son safe, she might want to consider spending less time scanning the horizon for TErrORiSTs!!1! and more time not standing in the middle of the street.

From the recently published Reagan dairies – May 17, 1986

‘A moment I’ve been dreading. George brought his ne’re-do-well son around this morning and asked me to find the kid a job. Not the political one who lives in Florida. The one who hangs around here all the time looking shiftless. This so-called kid is already almost 40 and has never had a real job. Maybe I’ll call Kinsley over at The New Republic and see if they’ll hire him as a contributing editor or something. That looks like easy work.’