Some Things I Do Not Profess to Understand, Perhaps Not Wanting To, Including Whatever It Was They Did with You or You with Them That Timeless Summer Day when You Stumbled Out of the Wood

According to fuckstick Steven Pearlstein, asshat and business columnist in Your Fucking Washington Post, if you voted in MOCO for Hans Riemer you're as lunatic as a Delaware tea-partier voting for Christine O'Donnell:

I disagree with my Post colleague E.J. Dionne that this is strictly a Republican phenomenon, in which the "tea party'' and other anti-government zealots are in the final stages of driving out experienced, thoughtful moderates from the Republican party. The dynamic on the Democratic side is as much about interest group politics as it is about political ideology, but you don't have to look hard to find it in the defeat locally of Washington Mayor Adrian Fenty and Montgomery Council member Duchy Trachtenberg, or nationally in President Obama's declining poll numbers.

Fucking know-nothing MOCO chai-partiers.

Doopty-doo, what does the World's Shittiest Human think about Christine O'Donnell:

Tuesday in Delaware was a bad day not only for Republicans but also for conservatives. Tea Partyer Christine O'Donnell scored a stunning victory over establishment Republican Mike Castle. Stunning but pyrrhic. The very people who have most alerted the country to the perils of President Obama's social democratic agenda may have just made it impossible for Republicans to retake the Senate and definitively stop that agenda.

Peasants! Wait! The World's Shittiest Human walks it back:

Nor is opposition to O'Donnell's candidacy a sign of hostility or disrespect to the Tea Party. Many of those who wanted to see Castle nominated in Delaware have from the beginning defended the Tea Party movement from the mainstream media's scurrilous portrayal of it as a racist rabble of resentful lumpenproletarians. Indeed, it is among the most vigorous and salutary grass-roots movements of our time, dedicated to a genuine constitutionalism from which the country has strayed far.

Genuine constitutionalism. He funny, Mr ShittyMan.

Surely Pastor Sanctimonious has thoughts:

Republican Senate prospects illustrate the challenge. Without the broad backlash to the Obama agenda channeled by the Tea Party, Republican control of the Senate would be inconceivable. Without the primary victories of Tea Party candidates in Nevada and Delaware, that control would be more likely. And some Tea Party activists seem content with this state of affairs, arguing that an unspoiled minority is preferable to a majority held hostage to its most liberal members. "We need people [in Washington] to understand we've got to get back to limited government," says Sen. Jim DeMint (R-S.C.), who endorsed O'Donnell, "and we can't afford to have other Republicans who don't get that message."

Peasants! There are ramparts and there are ramparts:

But this is not the way parties gain influence. Imposing the same ideological standards for all Republican candidates -- in Delaware as in South Carolina -- would ensure losses in whole regions of the country. And DeMint's Republican colleagues in the Senate cannot be pleased that his passion for purity may have helped deprive them of committee chairmanships that influence the direction of public policy in thousands of practical ways each year.

Villagers to Action! If Republicans don't recapture the Senate, Tea-Partiers will be blamed, if Republicans do recapture the Senate, Tea-Partiers will be trained.

Not that the Left in this country will ever tea-party, but there are entertaining lessons to be relearned watching the upcoming house-breaking of the insurgent Right.

• Jon Stewart, villager.
• Freethinking.
• Circle jerks.
• Mendacious pope.
• Pope Pope Pope Pope Pope Pope Pope.
• UPDATE! Pope-a-dope.
• American Liberalism?
• Fenty wins GOP mayoral nomination!
• Greenwich Forest is charming, but a historical district? If it stops fucking mcmansionists, yes!
• Elric's mother's favorite soap about to end.
• UPDATE! Sacha Baron Cohen to play Freddy Mercury.
• Let a thousand poets bloom.
• Literature desktop wallpaper.
• UPDATE! New Heaney and Muldoon reviewed, which reminded me that we're about two weeks from the start of Nobel season. Is Roth the only American possibility?
• Freedom, the suck confirmed.
• Fear of metaphor.
• I hadn't thought of Bill Nelson in a couple of years.

THE ABDUCTION

Stanley Kunitz

Some things I do not profess
to understand, perhaps
not wanting to, including
whatever it was they did
with you or you with them
that timeless summer day
when you stumbled out of the wood,
distracted, with your white blouse torn
and a bloodstain on your skirt.
"Do you believe?" you asked.
Between us, through the years,
we pieced enough together
to make the story real:
how you encountered on the path
a pack of sleek, grey hounds,
trailed by a dumbshow retinue
in leather shrouds; and how
you were led, through leafy ways,
into the presence of a royal stag,
flaming in his chestnut coat,
who kneeled on a swale of moss
before you; and how you were borne
aloft in triumph through the green,
stretched on his rack of budding horn,
till suddenly you found yourself alone
in a trampled clearing.

That was a long time ago,
almost another age, but even now,
when I hold you in my arms,
I wonder where you are.
Sometimes I wake to hear
the engines of the night thrumming
outside the east bay window
on the lawn spreading to the rose garden.
You lie beside me in elegant repose,
a hint of transport hovering on your lips,
indifferent to the harsh green flares
that swivel through the room,
searchlights controlled by unseen hands.
Out there is a childhood country,
bleached faces peering in
with coals for eyes.
Our lives are spinning out
from world to world;
the shapes of things
are shifting in the wind.
What do we know
beyond the rapture and the dread?