Sunday, August 31, 2008
Trophy VP
Maybe, but thanks to Ed, the photo that was here isn't anymore. Apologies to all. This lady has quite enough problems without me perpetuating hoaxes against her.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Those old a-political blues
"There aren't enough people stupid enough to re-elect that son of a bitch," I said in 2004.
Well, maybe there were . . . and maybe there weren't, depending upon whether the count was honest and accurate or not. I'll give us the benefit of the doubt, since it appears the neocons owned the voting machines.
There do, however, seem to be enough idiots to elect John McCain; though the Clintons' final acceptance of how things are going may have helped the Obama-Biden ticket immensely. Bill's speech last night may have been enough to get the trolls scrambling to make sure they still control enough voting machines and have decimated enough voter rosters to allow their hero, Captain Jet Exhaust, to prevail by a, uh, hair.
If he does, I'll just crawl into my hole with my guitar and kick my political junk habit for good. I could use the time.
I'd like to feel all warm and fuzzy about Bill and Hillary (no problem with Chelsea -- but that's a different story, not the least of which is Limbaugh's mortification), and about Joe, and all that we're-all-family feeling going on in Denver.
But there are other things going on in Denver. Grateful telecoms are wining and dining Blue Dog traitors, cops are herding protesters into "free speech zones," where they can say anything they want to say -- as long as they can't be heard. As a blogger pointed out recently, "I thought America was supposed to be a free speech zone."
And of all the lovely speeches going on inside, only one rang out with total truth from beginning to end -- the one delivered by Dennis Kucinich.
No, my vote in November won't mean as much as it could have before (among other betrayals)Obama voted for FISA. It will mean, I assume, that I am not an idiot. Other than that, it is merely my umbrella against a potential shit storm.
Well, maybe there were . . . and maybe there weren't, depending upon whether the count was honest and accurate or not. I'll give us the benefit of the doubt, since it appears the neocons owned the voting machines.
There do, however, seem to be enough idiots to elect John McCain; though the Clintons' final acceptance of how things are going may have helped the Obama-Biden ticket immensely. Bill's speech last night may have been enough to get the trolls scrambling to make sure they still control enough voting machines and have decimated enough voter rosters to allow their hero, Captain Jet Exhaust, to prevail by a, uh, hair.
If he does, I'll just crawl into my hole with my guitar and kick my political junk habit for good. I could use the time.
I'd like to feel all warm and fuzzy about Bill and Hillary (no problem with Chelsea -- but that's a different story, not the least of which is Limbaugh's mortification), and about Joe, and all that we're-all-family feeling going on in Denver.
But there are other things going on in Denver. Grateful telecoms are wining and dining Blue Dog traitors, cops are herding protesters into "free speech zones," where they can say anything they want to say -- as long as they can't be heard. As a blogger pointed out recently, "I thought America was supposed to be a free speech zone."
And of all the lovely speeches going on inside, only one rang out with total truth from beginning to end -- the one delivered by Dennis Kucinich.
No, my vote in November won't mean as much as it could have before (among other betrayals)Obama voted for FISA. It will mean, I assume, that I am not an idiot. Other than that, it is merely my umbrella against a potential shit storm.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Just to be clear . . .
I was an Elvis fan before most of you were born.
I stopped being an Elvis fan before most of you were born.
When he was brand new, he was real -- a true king of rock, a founding father. I damn near worshipped him.
That didn't last long. Within what seemed like minutes, he suddenly became the Colonel's whore -- mired in mindless commercial pig crap. Tragically, that's where he left it.
So the quotations under Wisdom of the King are kinda tongue-in-cheek.
They are also courtesy of Garrison Keillor.
I stopped being an Elvis fan before most of you were born.
When he was brand new, he was real -- a true king of rock, a founding father. I damn near worshipped him.
That didn't last long. Within what seemed like minutes, he suddenly became the Colonel's whore -- mired in mindless commercial pig crap. Tragically, that's where he left it.
So the quotations under Wisdom of the King are kinda tongue-in-cheek.
They are also courtesy of Garrison Keillor.
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