Caught in the gooey interstices between "Breaking Amish" and "Here Comes Honey Boo Boo" of USAmerican politics, I miss Tim Russert. No offense to his talented son, Luke, but he doesn't have that rabid fervor and love of the noble sport, the process, and the people, that terrifying electorate. The image of Tim and his white board is burned into my brain. Please note that I almost refrained from saying anything about David Gregory.
Can't we at least shuffle the shills? Less one-note angry shills, who tend to be old, ugly, and white, and more one-note, young, multi-cultural, multi-ethnic, weird-haired, dogma-grunt, techWow shills. Rah!
If you live in the States, I know you are going to vote, if you have not already, out of pure frustration. Yes, it IS true -- if you vote early, the election nonsense will end that much earlier! If you vote early *and* often, the Nobel committee will put you on the short list of your choice. Also, as Joe Biden pointed out on Letterman last night, "If you vote early, you don't have to pay taxes." Some of the other "Top Ten Reasons to Vote Early":
- "I'm not saying each early voter gets a free cheeseburger, but I'm not saying they don't, either."
- "Single and looking to mingle? Find that special someone on the early voting line."
- "Early voters will receive a $5 million donation from Donald Trump."
Does it not SUCK that it took this freak storm for "climate change" and "global warming" to be mentioned, and then mostly by the mayor of New York City, and not the candidates? Does it not scare the freaking SHIT out of you to discover the distinct anti-science bias among the far right, the baggers? How many women are now on an aspirin regimen for contraception? According to the rotting planks of the Republican platform, in-vitro fertilization is a no-no that produces unacceptable bay-bees, but legitimate rape makes for fine, fat, God-adored little young ones, with mothers primed for a lifetime of selfless, penniless love.
It's not that I'm in lust with the only other viable party -- the Democrats. The politicians I have long respected for having the courage of their convictions, for making being a pol real service to the populace... all seem to be dying. Literally.
And yet, the oozing, stinky refuse of toxic algae lives on, doing the Horizontal Slinky Slime. Happy belated birthday to Grover Glenn Norquist. May the Bird of Paradise fly up your nose. I mean -- and I know you've either read this already or heard it read to you, but what's one more reminder of the unsettling mindset? -- just look at this crap:
All we have to do is replace Obama. ... We are not auditioning for fearless leader. We don't need a president to tell us in what direction to go. We know what direction to go. We want the Ryan budget. ... We just need a president to sign this stuff. We don't need someone to think it up or design it. The leadership now for the modern conservative movement for the next 20 years will be coming out of the House and the Senate.
Pick a Republican with enough working digits to handle a pen to become president of the United States. This is a change for Republicans: the House and Senate doing the work with the president signing bills. His job is to be captain of the team, to sign the legislation that has already been prepared.
Little Jimmy Dickens - May The Bird Of Paradise Fly Up Your Nose
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