I'm looking for suggestions. After the little explosion of last week, I spent some time sorting through my thoughts, and I couldn't make the needle swing to the positive side. It's hard to watch the Mayor of DC acting like any old Jim Crow loving good old boy defying the Supreme Court, American terrorists offering the standard rationalizations their crimes, all while the news media want us to pretend not to notice they have given up all pretense of objectivity.
Now Sebastian writes that he has some doubts about the legality of putting his political opinions down on paper and handing them out.
In America for God's sake, you now have to be afraid that it might be against the law to publish an opinion.
I'm looking for glad tidings, and not finding too many.
So, I'm asking for suggestions - what candle do you light? What star do you steer by? And which way do you turn to scent something good on the wind?
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Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Election
To be an effective president one must be the master of many skills, but getting elected in the first place requires mastery of one - appealing to the middle while not pissing off your base. The one who does it best wins.
Lets recap: The anointed one has the nuts, flakes, old media, and permanently offended in his pocket, and is making a strong hopey-changey appeal to the mush minded middle who aren't sure what they believe, but believe it passionately.
Meanwhile, Colonel Tigh is spending his time telling conservatives to kiss off, all the while making clumsy advances to the undecided and unthinking, and having about as much luck as the average fifteen year old boy with the head cheerleader.
Just my hunch but, "I'm John McCain and I don't even nearly completely suck," is not a world beating message.
He seems like a guy who's stolen a Ferrari, but doesn't really want to go anywhere.
This is going to be painful.
Lets recap: The anointed one has the nuts, flakes, old media, and permanently offended in his pocket, and is making a strong hopey-changey appeal to the mush minded middle who aren't sure what they believe, but believe it passionately.
Meanwhile, Colonel Tigh is spending his time telling conservatives to kiss off, all the while making clumsy advances to the undecided and unthinking, and having about as much luck as the average fifteen year old boy with the head cheerleader.
Just my hunch but, "I'm John McCain and I don't even nearly completely suck," is not a world beating message.
He seems like a guy who's stolen a Ferrari, but doesn't really want to go anywhere.
This is going to be painful.
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