The Land Has an Eye to You. You're the Very Spirit of Geography.

Roob that I am, even I'm shocked how swiftly A-List Washington has conferred membership on Barack Obama since he endorsed their war, though I'm not shocked that the same bellicose fuckwits that slammed the awarding of Obama's Nobel Prize when it was announced now hosannah Obama for using his acceptance speech to justify the very wars his Peace Prize was prematurely awarded for ending.

Pastor Sanctimonius says:

In a tone that might best be called manly, Obama confronted the tensions of the moment right up front. His achievements, he recognized, were “slight” compared to other winners – a disarming modesty. And he offered no hint of apology, while accepting an award dedicated to “the abolition or reduction of standing armies,” for his escalation of the war in Afghanistan. To the contrary, he made an extended case that use of force can be necessary and just, that “evil does exist,” and that the United States military has been, and remains, a force for good in the world.

K,gan the Fat

says:

Wow. what a shift of emphasis. Something about this Afghan decision, coupled perhaps with events in Iran, has really affected his approach.

I don't know what to say about an "Obama doctrine," because based on this speech, I think we are witnessing a substantial shift, back in the direction of a more muscular moralism, a la, Truman, Reagan. the emphasis on military power, war for just causes, and moral principles recalls Theoedore Roosevelt's phrase, "the just man armed." There is something much more quintessentially American and traditional about this speech, compared to most of his rhetorical approach throughout the year.

Hmmm... What? Rush Limbaugh has turned on Mitch McConnell?

The conservative talk radio host has questioned McConnell’s strategy a few times on his program this week, joining a chorus of growing critics who say the Senate GOP leader is aiding Democrats by allowing the chamber to debate and vote on amendments.

Limbaugh took another shot at Senate Republicans on his show Wednesday.

“The Senate Republican leadership strategy here was flawed because it allowed the Democrats to take the offensive, buy time to work out a deal,” Limbaugh said. “I know a disaster when I see it. And I know that it’s gotta be stopped, and whatever parliamentary steps are available to people ... should have been taken.”

But wait! Jim DeMint calls McConnell and John Cornyn pussies!

DeMint, in an interview with the Christian Broadcast Network, also said that he is trying to recruit a new crop of GOP lawmakers to challenge the party establishment.

“The problem in the Republican Party is that the leadership has gone to the left,” he said. “I need some new Republicans.”

DeMint’s comments come as party leaders such as Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-Ky.), National Republican Senatorial Committee (NRSC) chairman John Cornyn (R-Texas), and RNC chairman Michael Steele have come under fire from several conservative bloggers and conservative grassroots activists.

Obama, Villager bulwark against peasants left, peasants right.

Jeebus, the next seven years, the fucking apocalypse of the not-apocalypse.

Calm amidst the crystal clinks of toasts at this year's Embassy and Georgetown holiday parties. Those whose interests are assumed paramount have been reassured their interests are still paramount.

My pint bet Obama wins reelection still stands, yo. I was wrong on why, but right on the bet.

• Instead of giving money to the Democrats, give to ACLU.
• The Devil and Mr Obama.
• Systems. More. (h/t) More.
• American capitalism.
• Marxism.
• Liberals are useless.
• Verily, there is no other word for Steve King but pussy.
• Your Fucking Washington Post.
• I could have run this little fucker down a week ago Sunday when he jaywalked on Wisconsin to run into the Glover Park Whole Foods, but I can't feed my child from a jail cell. My complicity always lurks.
• Villager rimming.
• Please please please please please.
• The 30 Most Unnecessarily Hyped Things of the Decade. I never heard of 3, 9, 12, 13, 16, 18, 19, 21, 25, which I suppose speaks more to my being a crabby old bastard than anything else.

• You're gonna have to trust me on this because maybe they'll fix it after I post this link, but as I post this link, the headline in The Gazette is: State reduces ICC signs in Olney after residents opposed inital size. 
• UPDATE! They haven't fixed it as of 7:40pm 12/11/09.

UPDATE!

• Clarksburg!
• MOCO (and Gazette) history.
• Good.
• The Nat'l Gallery's East Wing is crumbling?
• Smithsonian lost $12.3M in stolen office supplies?
• DC's street alphabets - a refresher course.
• Skunk displaces Frederick couple!
• This is another avatar I've used, actually my second favorite:

• Please please please please please let United draft a player named Corben Bone.
• A coach called Caleb? Thoughts from DCUMD.
• Help Thierry Henry score against Ireland!
• That Burmese restaurant that was once Pappy's Pizza we won't eat at again because Planet and Earthgirl thought it sucked, but here's another reason, which is right next door, and felt skeevy even at 6:00 on a Sunday night.

• I need go back and reread Patricia Highsmith.
• UPDATE! I need go back and reread Laura Riding.
• Vote for your albums of the year and decade.
• Rolling Stone's Top 100 of Decade. While I personally don't worship Radiohead, I get why some do, but what the fuck is with the reverence for the fucking White Stripes? And fucking Wilco for that matter.
• The year in band names.
• Don't forget Zappadan.

• Music for Winter Travel.
• Big Spider's Back.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Today's Listening Assignment.

UPDATE!

!wOOt!

• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
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• Today's Listening Assignment.

"YOU COULD BE THE SUBJECT OF WILD ADMIRATION IN TEN DAYS"

Cal Bedient

You could be terribly well put together.
The land has an eye to you. You're the very spirit of geography.
Don't fidget. Don't go striding about me, air spider.
Sit and talk away the evening. It's so hot.

You're the very spirit of occasions do skateboard about me.
Brilliant. Intensely desirable. Are you listening?
Your lipstick like watermelon split open on the rocks.
Don't fidget. Say what you feel. You'll like it.

Sustained notes, however, are out: their age, size, hunting dogs,
And code locations all dropped down
Like the hanged, whose many friends
Run to tug on their legs, they're that kind. Go

With feathers in the mouth, like the cat. It's called
Making it funky. (No, no, it is not for the lute to repeat.)
As I was saying, you're the understated darling of distances.
Eve. Evening. Evocative. Sit here with the bucket in your lap.

Hork if you must, but hush your sobbing -
Your chair throbs like a vibrator.
If my breath stinks of a hired gun, love me for it,
I could clear the prairie of hostiles.

What, you wander off? After all I've said?
I've met up with your kind before. I attract it, even.
Anyway, earth colors don't look good on you,

Do you know? And death, that fetishist, brings a dew

Slipper the size of your treacherous foot.

And after I had you where you smelled so good.

 

Another one of dozens of my five favorite songs ever: