Death to the Either/Or! Corporate knows how fucked up the clusterfuck is, and even if Obama knew how to fix it and had the political capital to fix it so your kids aren't blood farming in 2030, he wouldn't.
- Sorry for the reiterative post opening. I have conversations with people, I read people, who fervently hope that the Obama administration is STUPID! and STUPID! as a moral quality as in "hopelessly fair, means well, but..." The arguments are now shifting to his being both stupid AND a eunuch, his impotency noble, his efforts now directed to making the coming suck as suckless as nobly possible in its suckfulness.
- Bribing the centrists.
- The case against American exceptionalism.
- Better cut benefits to the poor and old.
- Had the conversation yesterday at lunch in fact, told that I cannot imagine all the impediments Obama faces to enact his noble agenda. Bit my tongue - no profit in telling this particular obamapostle to obamapostate - but I needed to blawrg, so here I am.
- Fuckface's economic plan.
- Fuckface and American exceptionalism.
- Motherfucking Democrats.
- Quitting and private tyranny.
- Not a hint of irony or self-parody.
- And is scolded by the would be next World's Shittiest Human.
- A question: I was a roob and a stooge when the Mark Foley scandal broke, so I thought it the bestest scandal ever and embraced the partisan and media noise: I can't judge: is the media shitstorm just as intense over Weiner? Regardless the different particulars of the two cases, is there a qualitative difference in how this shitstorm has been broadcast?
- That buzz from Israel I've mumbled about.
- Commodity fetishism.
- Plessy v Ferguson, 2011.
- Men in power.
- OK, I watched. Tim Howard is in the discussion of best keepers in the world. His save at 70 was as good as I've ever seen. And Jozy Altidore is a punk. And fuck Bob Bradley, purveyor of the most joyless, soulless soccer in the world.
- Driving on O or P, especially in the rain, sucks.
- Twitter and the tragic.
- The real put on.
- Holyfuck, this week's streaming new releases has good stuff.
- Two and a half hours of Martin Rushent music.
This admirable gadget, when it is
Wound on a string and spun with steady force,
Maintains its balance on most any smooth
Surface, pleasantly humming as it goes.
It is whirled not on a constant course, but still
Stands in unshivering integrity
For quite some time, meaning nothing perhaps
But being something agreeable to watch,
A silver nearly silence gleaning a still-
ness out of speed, composing unity
From spin, so that its hollow spaces seem
Solids of light, until it wobbles and
Begins to whine, and then with an odd lunge
Eccentric and reckless, it skids away
And drops dead into its own skeleton.