I don't know it would have worked - this is Crackerstan: Obama could be personally beheading Muslims on prime-time TV live from the Oval Office and he would still be called soft on terror - but it would have been tried. I'm a rube, whore, hypocrite, I cash corporate's check every-other Friday, bought this Dell laptop I'm writing this with on credit, yadda and etc, but I believe - apparently I need to believe - that I'd be as disgusted at Al Gore two years out from 911 as I am disgusted at Barack Obama two years after his election victory, but again, what if Al Gore was president on 911 - advised most closely, national security-wise, by Vice President Joe Lieberman - and did exactly what George Bush - advised by Senator Joe Lieberman - did, and it worked, Team Democrat won? It's entirely possible this country isn't farther to the right than it is because George Bush was president in 2001.
UPDATE! Jack asked some questions at his place, especially regarding the last sentence of the above paragraph. I tried to clarify my intent in comments:
What I meant by the last sentence is that Gore could have moved as much to the right as Bush did and *more* and been cheered by middle-class Democratic America. There's a substantial number of Democrats in America that were driven more by opposition to Bush as King than by Bush's policies; the resistance to Bush policies was more anti-Bush than anti-policies. I don't doubt Bush would have gone further to the right if the politics would have allowed it. Gore might not have had that political obstacle; in fact, politics may have required him to move further to the right than Bush.
- Why do Democrats hate democracy?
- Frago 242.
- Daily obamapostasy.
- Say no or surrender.
- Liberal opportunism.
- Perrin typed the last sentence in this post before I had a chance to type it here.
- When the rulers are more progressive than the ruled.
- Algorithms and Red Wine.
- Murray's new elitism.
- Worse than Ezra.
- Of all the fatfuckers on Fred Hiatt's welfare program at YFWP, I think if had only one chance to brain one fatfucker with a shovel, it's have to be Marc Thiessen.
- Kid, we don't like your kind.
- Shit Burns.
- Not the Good War.
- Tea-Party Inc.
- Mineshaft gaps.
- New Radicalism?
- Another death on the railroad near Randolph Rd. WTF?
- Ehrlich plays the spic-card.
- Ehrlich, the anti-MOCO, part one.
- Babs doesn't need my vote either.
Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex (1953)
JD Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (1953)
William Golding, The Lord of the Flies (1954)
Herbert Marcuse, Eros and Civilization (1955)
Allen Ginsberg, Howl (1956)
Erich Fromm, The Art of Loving (1956)
Jack Kerouac, On the Road (1957)
Norman O Brown, Life Against Death (1959)
RD Laing, The Divided Self (1960)
Joseph Heller, Catch-22 (1961)
Marshall McLuhan, The Gutenberg Galaxy (1962)
Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1962)
Pauline Reage, The Story of O (1965)
Alex Haley, The Autobiography of Malcolm X (1965)
Desmond Morris, The Naked Ape (1967)
Eldridge Cleaver, Soul on Ice (1967)
Norman Mailer, Miami and the Siege of Chicago (1968)
Carlos Castaneda, The Teachings of Don Juan (1968)
Arthur Janov, The Primal Scream (1970)
Germaine Greer, The Female Eunuch (1971)
Robert M Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycling Maintenance (1974)
- The fiction on this list, with the exception of Catch-22, is bullshit, the most overrated novels of the past century EVEN IN FUCKING 1974, and the one book of poetry is possibly the most overrated poet of the past seven millenium, and when was the last time you thought about Carlos Casteneda? Might as well read Seth Speaks.
- Roth says read Turgenev.
- RIP, Alex Anderson.
- On the above.
- This week's new releases w/MP3.
- Warpaint. What I've heard I like.
- I wanna be your be your Joey Ramone.
- Get up.
- I've always had a major crush on Carrie Brownstein.
- Dig me out.
- Sleater-Kinney's Corin Tucker's new band channels Patti Smith channeling The Byrds is delicious:
ORANGE BERRIES DARK GREEN LEAVES
Darkened not completely dark let us walk in the darkened field
trees in the field outlined against that which is less dark
under the trees are bushes with orange berries dark green leaves
not poetry’s mixing of yellow light blue sky darker than that
darkness of the leaves a modulation of the accumulated darkness
orange of the berries another modulation spreading out toward us
it is like the reverberation of a bell rung three timeslike the call of a voice the call of a voice that is not there.
We will not look up how they got their name in a book of names
we will not trace the name’s root conjecture its first murmuring
the root of the berries their leaves is succoured by darkness
darkness like a large block of stone hauled on a wooden sledlike stone formed and reformed by a dark sea rolling in turmoil.