The Republican demagogue corps goes through the motions. Figures that this particular troll deigns finally to show his face and utter the word “Katrina” after years well spent cowering in obscurity. I guess there’s a statute of limitations on shame?
George W. Bush will be remembered for his near-comprehensive absence during the current economic crisis.
Too tired and/or ashamed, he’s been nearly invisible (and most certainly ineffective) since the financial cratering of September ’08.
It seems an absurdly appropriate end to a criminally wrongheaded eight-year Administrative run.
It’s left up to the President-elect to try to salvage some public confidence in what’s left of this country’s economic potential while Bush lets the country fall through the cracks for sixty days.
Hail to you, Chief.
The love affair between the Republicans and the religious right: It’s complicated.
Newt lowers the brow-bar.
Desperate and divisive demagoguery.
Don’t forget this is lame, opportunistic and transparent pseudo-outrage.
Only eighteen days to go. How low can McCain go?
It’s the indignity, stupid:
The most insulting thing that a politician can do is to compel you to ask yourself: “What does he take me for?” Precisely this question is provoked by the selection of Gov. Sarah Palin.
Yeah. That’s it.
I wonder if Power will be asked to pay for its own rape kit?
(…this could also go out to Fleet Week and the Blue Angels).
And so once again
My dear Johnny my dear friend
And so once again you are fightin’ us all
And when I ask you why
You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall
Oh, my friend
How did you come
To trade the fiddle for the drum
You say I have turned
Like the enemies you’ve earned
But I can remember
All the good things you are
And so I ask you please
Can I help you find the peace and the star
Oh, my friend
What time is this
To trade the handshake for the fist
And so once again
Oh, America my friend
And so once again
You are fighting us all
And when we ask you why
You raise your sticks and cry and we fall
Oh, my friend
How did you come
To trade the fiddle for the drum
You say we have turned
Like the enemies you’ve earned
But we can remember
All the good things you are
And so we ask you please
Can we help you find the peace and the star
Oh my friend
We have all come
To fear the beating of your drum
–Joni Mitchell (1969)
