How times have changed. Just short years ago, Jocelyn Elders was more or less crucified for suggesting beading as a substitute for teen sex, and... what's that? She actually said what?
Oh. Never mind.
I have a question. Has anybody besides Ahmed "Unbiased" Chalabi (and the dog who ate his hard drive) seen any evidence of the supposed UN corruption?
I was pleased to hear that Sir Paul announced there would be no wardrobe malfunction, as he was going to perform in the nude. Pity I missed it.
John Lennon's PLAYBOY interview got fairly specific on who wrote what. I used it to annotate my sheet music with little initials. Sometimes my favorite McCartney song is "Honey Pie." I think he'd have done all right as a songwriter in several other decades than the one he thrived in.
A few years back, Virginia lost most of the Democratic side of its government in a tragic voting accident. Things looked pretty grim here, with George Allen and his magic tax slash ray, but then something very fortunate happened. Members of the GOP started breaking off -- not all of them, but enough -- in the direction of sanity, and becoming sort of de facto Democrats and bringing something approaching bipartisanism back into the government.
I see now that some on the right are starting to see the truth about their boy George. Will Republicans come to the rescue on the national stage? My pessimistic soul says not to count on it, and my optimistic pancreas says it sort of happened here, anyway. In a limited fashion. Void where prohibited by law.
Can't think of anything particularly eloquent, but there's always, "Free speech, my ass!"
I don't think he's "afraid" of dissent the same way my daughter's afraid of a dog, but it seems to be his policy to go to remarkable lengths to avoid having anybody disagree with him in any way at his rallies. To me, that's cowardly.
It's not places like this that I'm worried about. It's this place.
Good luck. You're going to have to sign a loyalty oath just to get into town this time, and maybe leave a hostage for them.
I know that, Del, but that's not how it's used now. We are the Shining City on the Hill™, and everybody except us can see that the hill is a dung heap and the pavement is made of skulls.
But how about the future? Sarah's two now. Should we raise her to be selfish, ignorant and contemptuous of others, so she can fit in this brave new world?
Yesterday, I stopped the car to give money to a Salvation Army bellringer, and Sarah said, "I no like help the poor." If I can just keep her at this level, she'll be just fine!
This morning I felt guilty for bringing her to this country. First time that's happened.
What, just because the City on the Hill is in the process of validating a crook who happens to have the worst record of any president since Grant?
Just because four years ago, the one consolation I took was that he would do such a bad job everybody would see what a tool he is? And he did worse than I could have ever expected, and they didn't?
Torture doesn't matter. Dead soldiers don't matter. Stolen weapons don't matter. Avoiding his service doesn't matter. Corruption doesn't matter. Class warfare doesn't matter. Inaction in the face of terrorism doesn't matter. It just doesn't matter. What matters is... I don't know how to finish this sentence. What could possibly have decided them that a courageous war veteran who fought for his comrades abroad and at home, who helped expose BCCI and wrongdoing by both parties, who encourages debate instead of insisting on loyalty oaths, was a weak-kneed flipflopping traitor?
Reality doesn't matter. The only real thing now is the pain, and I guess that doesn't matter anywhere outside my stomach.
I'm sorry. I have no optimism left that the next four years will open any eyes, either. Ooh, chocolate rations will be doubled! Let's see Eastasia top that!
It was just a commercial proposition. We rented our souls to the RNC for the duration. Of course, while they were 'in the house,' we had to enforce their rules: loyalty oaths, clothing checks, a couple other things like that. So you see, we had to drag those people out and chasten them. It was in the contract. Same sort of thing applies when we rent ourselves to racists and crazy militia groups.
I'm pleased to hear that registered Democrats can't have any bias, however. Makes me feel so proud to be one.
The Mozart Requiem was what I was playing on my Lyra when it decided it was going to be an ex-MP3 player. I should be getting my player (and its information) back this week. Maybe I'll fire up the Requiem. Or maybe I'll listen to Buddy Ebsen singing "Buckwheat Cakes" with Darlene first.
I'm still on? Doops.
Flashback to high school, listening to the radio on the bus: "On board were the twelve: Grumpy, Sneezy, Dopey, Doc, and the other so-called gods of our legends..."
Andy, does he control the horizontal? Does he control the vertical?
(flashback to an apa one-shot by Balfour and Tymon begins -- the portentious voice continues)
"...We can bring the picture into sharp focus, or reduce it to a soft blur. We can even push the TV set off the table!" CRASH
A lushed-up drama critic named Jed Leland mails an envelope full of scraps of paper to the Times. They flutter to the ground as Judith Miller sits screeching about the reviews of her singing. "Rosebud," the publisher later mutters, heard only by the butler.
Glad to hear the sawing off will not occur. This will make it easier to visit the family in Texas in a couple of months. Last time I was there, I went to see several family members performing folk and clasical music at a Unitarian church in Kerrville.
If you can come up with a way of just sawing off the really evil bastards nominally in charge of Texas, without taking members of my family with them, I'll be happy to hold the tool chest while it takes place.
Similarly, if you can come up with a similar plan in re those nominally in charge of the USA, ditto, in spades.
Looking forward to the Institute. Already, I'm hearing those big high school boys on the bus I used to ride to school, chanting "Rooty toot toot / rooty toot toot / We are the boys from the In-sti-tute..."
Well, at least they change the story each time, instead of asking us to believe he hit a doorknob again.
Here's a thought. Maybe they see themselves as being in the entertainment industry. Maybe there's a TV network somewhere where "The Bush Show" is the top-rated phenom, now in its 35th year.
TomB: Dinna fash yersel'...
Hmm. I, too, wonder what'll happen if/when the Gops lose. I see them as not-un-sore heads, proud of their might yet feeling powerless.
Look away now. Keep your eyes on the larger issue, but I just wanted to use the line, "Shut your truth-holes, ya freedom-loving little freaks!"
It's a good thread. It's good that things are at such a state that we have to have conversations like this.
I'd rather just talk about Twilight Zone, I think. Or Third Rock, when Shatner played The Giant Head and when they pick him up at the airport, he says he had this terrible flight, with this thing out on the wing that nobody else could see. And John Lithgow says, "That's exactly what happened to me!"
Happy thoughts.
Kip, the plane will land, but it will land in 1939.
I am from Zombania, of course.
--KW
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