Monday, December 26, 2005


No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
Quelles pauvretés faudra-t-il qu'elle fasse elle aussi, jour par jour, pour arracher avec ses dents son petit lambeau de bonheur? Dites, à qui devra-t-elle mentir, à qui sourire, à qui se vendre? Qui devra-t-elle laisser mourir en détournant le regard?
Am I a spy in the land of the living,
that I should deliver men to Death?
Écrasez l’infâme!
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
--Le Roi de coeur

Thursday, December 15, 2005


Not all the mail I get is calumny. Steve Hynd of NewsHog wrote:
"I was amazed last night. I can't decide whether I think Bush or Biden sucks more right now. Biden actually said he liked Bush and that Bush could be a great President if he stopped listening to Rumsfeld and Cheney."
I felt compelled to explain the reality behind the spin to the insufficiently cynical Steve, with this reply:
Y'all are missing Joe Bide-time's game here. In a burst of hubris, he believes that Our Noble Lame Duck actually pays attention to everything the Delaware Demagogue declaims, and therefore will fall into Joe's bait-and-switch. He tells Shrub "just get rid of those bad advisors who so misled you, and we'll make sure you have a great legacy". Joe thinks he's really clever, because if Bushy puts his foot in that trap, Joe will just denounce him anyway, for "flip-flopping".

There are two problems with this: 1) the Prez pays no attention to that Plagiarist-in-Waiting (only Democrats and the media think he is worth listening to), and 2) he doesn't expect to have any legacy, since he anticipates The Rupture** any time now. Poor guy must say several times a day, "God, I need a drink again, but as The Martyred Nixon said, that would be wrong." Well, unlike him, I can break out the Glenlivet when I see something like this, "und I did".

**The Rupture -- that's when all the assholes are ripped from the body politic up to the great frat party in the sky, where they get to drift around on clouds urinating on the po' folk below for a thousand years.

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