The presidency of Barack Obama has been of chagrining educational benefit to me (if not dead children in Iraq and Afghanistan and Libya and Yemen and by proxy Palestine and who knows where the fuck else though there must be fuck many), for without Obama's (or any Democratic) presidency my answer to the above question would have been as rubeful in 2011 as it was in 2004, 2008.
The pretexts and justifications and targets might have differed (and which Ira do you think Gore's VPOTUS would have advocated bombing for reelection? Trick question! Death to the Either/Or!) but Corporate would have been as served within .06% + or - as of the second you finish this sentence.
- Heh! Kindness to the Kind. I don't mean to be mean. I'm girding for Thursday Night Pints where it's always some fucking version of the same fucking conversation for at least ten minutes every week (plus I've the ruby zeal of the evangelical convert more than the spat wisdom of the bitter apostate, or visa versa, or Death to the Either/Or!)
- 300 trillion pennies.
- Democratic principles.
- Rentier elite get a diagnosis.
- Afraid forever.
- Moral equivalency.
- Range of conspiracy theories.
- Nothing but fraud.
- Motherfucking pioneers.
- Motherfucking crackers.
- Motherfucking crackers.
- She's worse than him, and he's a motherfucking pig.
- If Ron Paul can piss off Pastor Sanctimonious he's doing something right.
- A frothy mix of fecal matter and lube.
- A frothy mix of fecal matter and lube.
- Droves of the academe.
- Lives of quiet desperation. I can *!wOOt!* for two library technicians!
- For the record, I think net deaths of children would have been higher if Gore had been POTUS 2001-2009: Dems would have seen 9/11 as a chance to end the Dems Are Pussies on National Security meme once and for all. Not that the Dems Are Pussies on National Security meme is killable - it's not - which wouldn't have stopped Dems from killing lots of people trying to kill it.
- Hilltop headache.
- Coming to terms w/relegation.
- It's stunning how quiet Literary Blegsylvania is.
- Nineties.
- It was inevitable that after playing My Bloody Valentine my head turns to....
- Into dust.
- Disappear.
- Happy.
- Halah.
- Be my angel.
- Wasted.
INCIDENT ON THE ROAD TO THE CAPITAL
Dana Wier
A wolf had grown tired of his character and sought
to find a means to transform himself into something
more vicious, more deadly. While his coat was slick,
thick and well-colored, for he was an excellent hunter,
he yearned for something to do that had nothing to do
with survival or instinct. He no longer killed because
he needed to or could. All that was useless, too practical,
too obvious. He wanted to kill for some other purpose.
For all of his successfully completed kills, his perfect
record of stealth and elusion, he felt nothing. When he
ran into me the other day on his journey to consult the
oracle of escalated suffering we shared a table in the
shade of a parasol tree in whose branches were preening
half a dozen or so birds with gaudy chromatic feathers.
A few of these fell onto the dome of his forehead but he
was too engrossed in his story to brush them away. He
didn't look like a very serious wolf. I think he was
missing a real opportunity.