President Obama requested a joint session of Congress at 8 p.m. next Wednesday to lay out new jobs proposals aimed at boosting the economy, setting up a direct confrontation with Republican presidential candidates who are scheduled to debate the same night in California.
Hours later, House Speaker John Boehner (R-Ohio) instead urged the president to move his speech to the following night, Sept. 8, citing the need for the House to conduct a “security sweep” in its first day back in session...
...The White House “talked to Boehner’s office and raised the date and time and there was no objection raised by them,” a White House official said on condition of anonymity.
Nyah! They think I'm thirteen. It will work on many thirteen-year-olds.
Here's what I wrote in the first draft this post, then thought I'd delete it then thought use it as a bit:
Can you imagine what any of us will be writing about in a year that we're not writing about now? America will be one more year more Serbia, but will we notice that year's dramatic more shittiness or are we being poisoned, administered and self-administered, to offset, by .06%, the symptoms of shitty poison? There's a reason I keep thinking about mithridatism (via Gaddis):
Gaddis, Fuck Yeah! I can't say Serbianization! Fuck Yeah! and mean it (I'm in hock to my ass w/my complicity, yo, and besides, my fat white middle-aged ass is motherfucking comfortable, though, ta-da! I'll never vote for a Democrat again, nyah!), but I wish I could enjoy America's daily incremental and irreversible suck .06% more than my self-incolating whining suggests I am.
A MOTOR
Marvin Bell
The heavy, wet, guttural
small-plane engine
fights for air, and goes down in humid darkness
about where the airport should be.
I take a lot for granted,
not pleased to be living under the phlegm-
soaked, gaseous, foggy and irradiated
heavens whose angels wear collars in propjets
and live elsewhere in Clean Zones,
but figuring the air is full of sorrows.
I don’t blame
the quick use of the entire earth
on the boozy
pilot
come down to get a dose of cobalt
for his cancer. He’s got
a little life left, if
he doesn’t have to take all day to reach it.
With the black patches
inside him, and
the scars and the streaks and the sick stomach,
his life is more and more like
that of the lowliest child chimney sweep
in the mind of the great insensible,
William Blake. William Blake,
the repeated one, Blake, half mad,
half remembered,
who knew his anatomy, down to
the little-observed muscle in the shoulder
that lifts the wing.
The little London chimney sweeper
reaches up and reaches down.
In his back,
every vertebra is separated from the long
hours of stretching.
With one deep, tired breath,
the lungs go black.
By the Holiday Company crane,
adding a level to the hospital,
on the highest land in the county,
heavy sits the pure-white Air Care
helicopter, with
its bulging eye.
It has kept many going, a good buy,
something.
Now someone I know says Blake
in anger,
angry for his brother in the factory
and his sister on the ward,
but tonight I have no more anger
than the muscle
that lifts my knee when I walk.
Another pleads with the ocean
that the words for
suffering and trouble
take place in a sound that will be all sounds
and in the tidal roll
of all our lives and every event,
but I am silent by water,
and am less to such power
than a failed lung.
And I think it is only a clever trick to know
that one thing may be contained
in another. Hence,
Blake in the sweep, one in the ground
in one in the air,
myself in the clinic for runaway cells,
now and later.
Sorry, busy last night, got no reading done, links tomorrow, or not.
ReplyDeleteBusy, is that what the kids are calling lazy these days?
ReplyDeleteDoes anyone outside of hairpieces and scribblers watch this garbage?
Hairpieces watch this blog? Gosh!
ReplyDeletei had msnbc on while making dinner last night and that ed dude was livid that the repubs wouldn't move their debate. like frothing at the mouth. it would have been funny if it wasn't so stupid. no wait, it was funny.
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure the CIA is keeping an eye on BDR.
ReplyDeleteThank goodness, too. We don't have enough big anti-terror trucks out here in Columbus to handle the danger.
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Fk! Every time I get started with KitH, I end up yootoobing for waaaay too long.
ReplyDeleteNo, no, no. The CIA has no role in domestic intelligence gathering.
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