And Nothing to get Hung About

"let me take you down, Strawberry Fields, where nothing is real . . ."


So OBL's tape is a little gift to the Bush Campaign.

A little gift to the prez
this revenant that keeps on giving
the wizard of 9/11 become George W's
Partner in terror.

Dumuzi to his Gilgamesh

And we, the hapless people, resign our virgins to their flame.

The Bruce, The Spirit of America, The Quarterback, the Endgame, ah FOUR MORE DAYS!

Big, Left, Outside in an inspiring, heart-lifting, goomba-go screed that gave me chills, man:

Democracy will be reborn on Tuesday… Or it will die.
That is all.

(My son reminds me that there are other democracies in the world than this one. Point taken.)

Perlustration and its Branch Vessels

Midlife Mama says it better than I can.

Heavy sigh, I so relate to this post . . .

If You Meet The Dr. Hunter S. Thompson On the Road, Do You Kill Him?

So what have I become, a pandector, a perlustrationist?

That is why George W. Bush is President of the United States, and Al Gore is not. Bush simply wanted it more, and he was willing to demolish anything that got in his way, including the U.S. Supreme Court. It is not by accident that the Bush White House (read: Dick Cheney & Halliburton Inc.) controls all three branches of our federal government today. They are powerful thugs who would far rather die than lose the election in November.

Of All the Lines I've Loved Before . . .

Camille Paglia's Sexual Personae is one of the most wonderfully written books I have read. Her sentences (sheesh, now I am self-conscious and will write drivel this whole post) are Fizzies of intelligence. And James Wolcott's site is my current fascinating new thing in Writers' Houses of the Holy.

But it is a line like this

To the Freudian psyche, hunger is the opposite of love, or something like that.

that reminds me just how great Cintra Wilson is. And besides, Christian Bale has been turning me into a dirty old lady lately. (Read the article, and you'll know.)

L'il Devil

A seeming aside from politics:

A certain person ,would like to keep her blog semi-private, and so no links will appear in this post. But, big-mouthed-frog that I am, I must comment because I must on her first post.

a doxy may be a floosie-type female
but when I read the word
doxy
after reading the word
Wormwood

And thinking of Wormwood as a permutation of Satan

My brain, in its sorting function, leapt from doxy to doxology

and I think of doxology as a sort of spiritual proclamation

And so my response to Wormwood's Doxy was

How Fun! a devil's advocate, an open mind, explorer, seeker!

Wormwood's Doxy.

What Did You Do in the War, Daddy?

AP Wire 10/22/2004 Two Arrested for Hurling Pies at Columnist

The god of writing says it better than I could. He says everything better than I could.

I do like the notion of the Great White Beastie being attacked by Al Pieda.

Mea Grossa

I realize the language I used in the previous post is harsh. I could modify it, but my outrage is not modified, nor mollified; and though I am embarrassed to have been tacky, I let the language stand.

Makes You Want to Pull Their Ears and Send Them Into a Corner Till They Fully Comprehend the Entirety of Their Foolishness

(Except for Ginsberg, for Whom There is Not Even a Scintilla of Hope)

So I am watching my Daily Dose and Chris Matthews starts chortling with Ben Ginsberg over what a GAFFE! Teresa HeinzKerry made by suggesting that Laura Bush's life experience as the consort of the Bad Prince of the Bush Dynasty might be not as "big" as the experience of a woman who has also had a job in her adult life in addition to doing all the stay-at-home female-type crap.

Ooh-hoo! Did Teresa ever put her foot in it this time! Hee! Isn't it funny she dared say a woman with a job has more experience in life than a woman who has never had a job!!

Fuck them. Fuck them hard and with a splintery stick goddammit don't they know how hard it is for us women out here in the world with our jobs (without which we would be bag ladies).

Damn straight we women with jobs have a "bigger" experience than the Laura Bushes of this world and how dare Matthews and Ginsberg find it so cute and funny.

And fuck Andrea Mrs. Greenspan Mitchell for not putting them in their place.

Fuck them all.

Looking Glass Based Thinking

Who would have thought, not too long ago, that the Republican President of the United States, running for election, would be personally and politically aligned with the fascist leader of the ex Soviet Union?

Pre Magna Carta Thinking

There comes a time when the jaw has dropped so low there is nowhere further for it to go.

One of the latest Bushie -- I'm going to quit saying "Republican" now; this is beyond political party. This crowd in the WH has subverted and usurped the Republican party. These people are closer to neo-religio-corporate fascists than anything the traditional Grand Old Party would recognize.

One of the latest Bushie talk points is to accuse John Kerry of pre 9/11 thinking -- as if this is a bad thing! If we succomb to post 9/11 thinking, don't the terrorists win?

But read this NYT article (it's long, but we're Democrats; we are not reading wusses). The Bushies have perverted thinking itself. Thinking is no longer required; hell, to them it is suspect.

The Emperor Has No Bowtie

If you were there, then you know.

In that 30 minutes, Jon Stewart showed why he is the only Real Man in political comment today.

It was beautiful.

It was exciting.

Will Jon Stewart still be living next week?

Style Points to the Death

GWB refuses to answer questions about the incompetence of his drive into Iraq. Substitutes swagger, smirk, and lecture.

Republican lackeys applaud his bravado! -- and make clear that Georgie's style points are more important than our soldiers' (never mind Iraqi civillians') lives.

Incredible.

How About a Nice Crap Sandwich?

I have noticed a pervasive Republican "legislative" technique:

Give a bill a lovely name i.e. Clear Skies, No Child Left Behind and fill it up with what you really want. Then ridicule Democrats for objecting to it.

Like making someone a vinegar sandwich on their favorite bread, then deriding them for refusing to eat it.