GOP arithmetic shows their own collapse since the faithful aren't ponying up the greenie boys anywhere near like they once did. Without the Washington smackeroos, their only remaining option is honesty so they were left with nowhere to go.
Even if you have reached the political Nirvana of seeing it really doesn't make any difference who wins since nothing changes anyway, it's still amusing to see Clinton getting away with it. Even Slick Willie couldn't manage this level of grease and he got away with being the King of Washingtonian Whanger Waving before Anthony Weiner took the world championship.
We're almost admiring of her creepy boldness as you ask her, where are the Goldman Sachs transcripts and her reply always has the same succinct directness, "Fuck you."
The faithful swooned and she skated away.
She could tell them to brush their teeth with Colgate and then drink orange juice. The faithful would do it then fall back with reverent and beatific expressions on their faces as they moan, "Oh, Hillary."
Maybe you remember when celebrities had two names and we didn't pretend they were friends.
There's a desperate loneliness out there, isn't it. They want so much to believe in something even when they know logically it's unbelievable. In the current madhouse, it doesn't even have to be credible. It's astonishing as many years reveal nothing to me of another election so uncircus-like insofar as it consists of almost nothing more than flinging poo and getting praise for it.
It's the Reagan Teflon, I'm tellin' you. People aren't stupid and know what he did was bullshit but they still sing his name like he was the Second Coming of Jesus.
The 'willing suspension of disbelief' is something we normally reserve for movies and maybe when a special musician is playing so it doesn't even matter if what he or she does things which seem impossible.
That people are also willing to do that for an election is the basis for the thinking of a desperate loneliness. This is not projection since people around me would be uncomfortable due to the circumstance. I'm really not lonely but I'm definitely puzzled by the pace of things.
So the loneliness isn't me and this makes it the most unusual panorama maybe straight from The Beatles: 'all the lonely people, where do they all come from.' Dunno if that had to be Lennon but it seems so.
Note: Mark Chapman was sent back to the strawberry fields in his cell today for another two years. The state takes what Chapman took and the Socialist Left sees no problem with leaving him there.
Yah, where's the controversy but it's not my purpose to start fires so much as observe what I will as free of jingoistic push as I can consciously manage. I refuse to accept it's the state's right to demand obedience. Laws are fair to protect others but that's not the same thing as obedience although that distinction is often blurred in a society in which disbelief is seemingly suspended, almost perpetually. They will believe anything so long as the right person says it and there must be a mountain of psychology to be gleaned from that but, regrettably, not in time to have any effect on the election.
Even if you have reached the political Nirvana of seeing it really doesn't make any difference who wins since nothing changes anyway, it's still amusing to see Clinton getting away with it. Even Slick Willie couldn't manage this level of grease and he got away with being the King of Washingtonian Whanger Waving before Anthony Weiner took the world championship.
We're almost admiring of her creepy boldness as you ask her, where are the Goldman Sachs transcripts and her reply always has the same succinct directness, "Fuck you."
The faithful swooned and she skated away.
She could tell them to brush their teeth with Colgate and then drink orange juice. The faithful would do it then fall back with reverent and beatific expressions on their faces as they moan, "Oh, Hillary."
Maybe you remember when celebrities had two names and we didn't pretend they were friends.
There's a desperate loneliness out there, isn't it. They want so much to believe in something even when they know logically it's unbelievable. In the current madhouse, it doesn't even have to be credible. It's astonishing as many years reveal nothing to me of another election so uncircus-like insofar as it consists of almost nothing more than flinging poo and getting praise for it.
It's the Reagan Teflon, I'm tellin' you. People aren't stupid and know what he did was bullshit but they still sing his name like he was the Second Coming of Jesus.
The 'willing suspension of disbelief' is something we normally reserve for movies and maybe when a special musician is playing so it doesn't even matter if what he or she does things which seem impossible.
That people are also willing to do that for an election is the basis for the thinking of a desperate loneliness. This is not projection since people around me would be uncomfortable due to the circumstance. I'm really not lonely but I'm definitely puzzled by the pace of things.
So the loneliness isn't me and this makes it the most unusual panorama maybe straight from The Beatles: 'all the lonely people, where do they all come from.' Dunno if that had to be Lennon but it seems so.
Note: Mark Chapman was sent back to the strawberry fields in his cell today for another two years. The state takes what Chapman took and the Socialist Left sees no problem with leaving him there.
Yah, where's the controversy but it's not my purpose to start fires so much as observe what I will as free of jingoistic push as I can consciously manage. I refuse to accept it's the state's right to demand obedience. Laws are fair to protect others but that's not the same thing as obedience although that distinction is often blurred in a society in which disbelief is seemingly suspended, almost perpetually. They will believe anything so long as the right person says it and there must be a mountain of psychology to be gleaned from that but, regrettably, not in time to have any effect on the election.
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