What if Obama is as good as America can produce, I ask again. Scream about Ben Nelson being a center-Right Democrat, that dumb motherfucker has to run in crackerfucker Nebraska.
If there was more power to be gained by moving Left, wouldn't the politicians we malign as zero-sum cynics move left?
The question isn't whether Obama is smarter than Palin (and if he's not, Oscars for Both!). The question is, even if he is smarter, what fucking good does smarts do a president in 2010 America where angry and stoopid is celebrated as responsibly hysterical while calm and smart is berated as dangerously oblivious to just how fucked we really are?
- The Meaning of Network Culture. (h/t)
- UPDATE! Lordy.
- The World's Shittiest does a happy dance on Obama's grave. Or wheels back and forth on Obama's grave, as it were.
- YFWP's Pastor Sanctimonious sermon.
- Treadmill.
- UPDATE! Ever Thus to Deadbeats.
- I am awed by how our oligarchic overlords seamlessly roll out fuckwits to keep my rooby fires stoked.
- I would still brain Joe Lieberman with a shovel given a chance.
- Rape Culture.
- On Haiti.
- On Haiti and Humanity.
- Neighborly concern.
- Pal-lende?
- Corroborating Sarah.
- Palin's palindrome would be Nilapharas.
- Silly Robert Reich.
- Good News!
- MCPS Future Hell.
- More.
- Purple Line!
- Purple Line! Of a sort. Rich Chevy Chase fuckers want MOCO to plow Capital Crescent Trail (which would be the Purple Line route, for you non-Mocomofos) so they can ride their fucking bikes.
- ICC! MOCO gets stuff PG doesn't? Hush your mouth.
- Work (click, yo):
- Clarksburg!
- It's funny how the area isn't called North Potomac or North Bethesda but Rockville when there's an accident.
- More.
- Crisis in Jefferson!
- Jordan Graye?
- Manchester United isn't the only Premiership club fucked up by an American owner.
- I wouldn't say he's a cross between Mick Jagger and Seamus Heaney (and I mean that as a complement), but Gewanter's Warbird has it's moments.
- I posted a poem by Ruefle four days ago.
- Another novel I wonder if I'll ever reread, though that Pevear/Volokhonsky paperback is an absolute joy to hold if you like a well-built paperback as object.
- Eliot on a kindle.
- Handke. I read one years ago. It left no stain, good or bad.
- A meditation about dogs. I haven't seen the movie. Thoughts?
- MP3s of new releases.
- Why the fuck is Jack White on my radio?
- Richard and Linda Thompson. Bitching at each other between kickass performances of GREAT! songs ("Walking on a Wire"; "Dark End of the Street"), she eventually smacking him, on their last tour, at the dearly departed Bayou on K beneath Whitehurst is - HOLY FUCK! - one my favorite most deeply-engraved memories, one of the best nights of my life. (h/t)
- Deep Forest. After I was reminded, I couldn't find it, Earthgirl thinks she took it to play for her students. Like she's gonna find it in her art room.
- Another one of my five favorite songs ever.
- Time for another major Sea and Cake fix.
P EQUALS PIE
Mary Jo Bang
Let's place Plato on one side,
Let's place PeeWee Herman on the other.
It's worth noting the Greek root, Tekno,
Means know-how. This is not the same
As practical wisdom, which means the self
Knowing when. As in, Should one
When sitting nearly alone under under a cinema dome?
The dialogue coach prompts, "Never, Sir,
When someone is watching," (Enter a siren.)
Now let's negotiate the "question" of space
Between the two. And further, the issue
Of who decides which trumps - the trope of irony,
Or the trope of allegory? Each makes the picture of a perfect
circle
Or pumpkin or pecan. Ergo, it's Pi and it's Christmas,
And there's Paul, devout as ever,
On his way to a donkey-headed nowhere.
Another one of dozens of my five favorite songs ever: