Caked into the Fester by Noon

Two takes on yesterday's Frank Rich column on the crackers and their billionaire puppeteers by people I read regularly: Cole says YAY!, IOZ says BOO!

Lookit, fuck the either/or. Just because I'm no longer a fool for Democrats doesn't mean I'm not still a fool for the bullshit Democrats fed me for breakfast. The crackers are angry they were fools for Republicans. Both are demands for better propaganda and more wins from their coaches. There's a reason the SEC is the preeminent conference in all of professional football.

Of course this is tribal (I think calling any committee that studies any possible change to Social Security a "Catfood Commission" is not nearly as hyperbolic as calling all inheritance taxes "Death Taxes", but...), and since no one - not pissed-off ex-Democrats, not pissed-off ex-Republicans, especially not happy as piss Tribes of Arch (the club I keep applying to) who mock the tribalism that gives them their identity - has any interest (we make it easy on our overlords) in stopping mocking the other tribes.

• Here is my disconnect: yes, Obama is serving his overlords, but he's not serving them fast enough. Obama doesn't see immediately dismantling the past 80 years of liberal gains as in the overlords' long-term interest. He is an incrementalist; he doesn't understand that his overlords want him to fuck the littles hard and fast and, most importantly, NOW!
• Status intoxication.
• The non-crazy Left.
• Science versus Religion.
• Beck is a mor(m)on.
• Money.
• Dionne offers me bullshit for breakfast: (Obama) and his party are often defensive when it comes to saying what they really believe: that government, well-executed, is a positive good; that too much economic inequality is both dysfunctional and unjust; that capitalism has never worked without regulation and a strong dose of social insurance. They no longer dare talk about public enterprise, a phrase my friend Chris Matthews reminded me of recently, visible in our great state universities, our best public schools, our road and transit systems, and in the research and development that government finances in areas where there is no immediate profit to be made.
• UPDATE! Please please please.
• Tipping point.
• Gentrification and the DC mayoral race. It'd be in DC United's interest for Fenty to lose, not because they'd necessarily be able to work with Gray but because they know they can't work with Fenty. Go Gray!
• Why Fenty is losing.
• Where I went for first grade (before lines were redrawn and I went to Washington Grove).
• Crisis in Burtonsville!
• Freedom, Art, and the Infernal Machine.
• Piri' Miri Muli'
• I gotta tell you, I'm struggling to get to page 20 in C. I'm assuming it's me.
• McCarthy interview.
• UPDATE! Why the fuck is Jack White on my radio?
• We do what we want to.
• UPDATE! OK, if this is going to be in my head it's going to be in yours.

(ETYMOLOGICALLY) "WORK WORK"

Albert Goldbarth

        3. Elementary

They weren't handed masks, no one knows why.
We're a pile of elements. No one knows why
they weren't handed masks: they were handed
their slop-poles, though. They were handed the poles
and ordered up the inside catwalk, three stories high.
We're a pile of dirt-cheap elements. They
we're ordered up the catwalk, they were told to skim
the floating layer of fester off the top of this
three-story drum of byproducts animal blood.
They weren't handed masks. The drum was 103 degrees.
And one was found face-up and one face-down,
caked into the fester by noon.
We're a pile of dirt-cheap elements, bought,
and toyed with, then tossed with the rest of the shit.

Another one of dozens of my five favorite songs ever: