Inconceivable Capitulation

We egg-headed volvo-drivers assuaging our white guilt plus angry vengeful Negroes won't get to street rumble with elderly white jeebus-eaters and perma-pissed single mothers?

Now's when I feel my rubiness, manipulated again by flags and chants, herded again into a ridiculous barking circle.

A new friend asked, How do you keep the soccer and politics separate on the blog, and I said, Huh?

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UPDATE:

Though this Hey! Obamanigger! shit now raises the question, which is worse: race-baiting as campaign tactic or race-baiting as negotiation tactic?

Cause if she is negotiating with the lever "I'll shut up about the nigger if he pays off my debt," is that a different category of shittiness than "I'll shut up about the nigger after I'm elected?"

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• Perhaps Clorg is just stupid.
• Clorg campaign as mysticism where numbers don't count.
• Translated Clorg: I'm white!
• Another vaginal-American kingpin signals.
• Clorg as Cronus?
• Secret McCain memo leaked! (Do it.)
• They write letters about Yoo.
• Literary biography: the never designed to end debate.
• Billy Bragg-athon!

UPDATES

• Smartest thing you'll read today.
• Write something, even a suicide note.
• Gassed.
• Fatal Illuison of Opposition.
• True dat: PBR or IPA, either way Obama's a fraud.
• McCain's sugar-momma won't show no sugar.
• Regressing the error. Contains the line: "We have plunged deeply into this matter to clean things up, so that a redouche will not occur." In case folk doubted my maturity, I giggled for a minute.

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REPRESSION

C.K. Williams

More and more lately, as, not even minding the slippages yet,
the aches and sad softenings,
I settle into my other years, I notice how many of what I once
thought were evidences of repression,
sexual or otherwise, now seem, in other people anyway, to be
varieties of dignity, withholding, tact,
and even in myself, certain patiences I would have
once called lassitude, indifference,
now seem possibly to be if not the rewards then at least the
unsuspected, undreamed-of conclusions
to many of the even-then-preposterous self-evolved
disciplines, rigors, almost mortifications
I inflicted on myself in my starting-out days, improvement
days, days when the idea alone of psychic peace,
of intellectual, of emotional quiet, the merest hint, would
have meant inconceivable capitulation.