July 2010


Wouldn’t a mosque near Ground Zero be sort of an excellent FU to the folks who blew it up? I mean, from the bad guys’ perspective wouldn’t that be evidence that we are unwilling to concede our ideals?

Not to say this should be a “story” or anything, it shouldn’t, but now that it is…

I don’t understand a lot of things.

Worth a watch. You rarely see a TV news gasbag of any stripe actually hold someone accountable for their bullshit.

I know very little, nay, fuck-all, about the financial industry, except two things: They don’t ever seem to lose money in even the mid term, no matter how much the country loses, and that Wall St. is populated by a bunch of entitlement loving fucks. Let’s see how long you last in the fields picking fruit, my man. You know, “go Galt.” Your subsequent letters would be fun reads and maybe you could get rich (and famous!) writing about your weak-assed self. It’s been done before, see, “Palin, Sarah.”

Three things: We gave them a lot of public money to survive, not thrive while a huge swath of this country was sucking ass economically speaking.

What. Digby. Posted.

This is pretty much indisputable according to my lying eyeballs. I give you the Defense budget as Exhibit A.

Hat tip to just about everyone in the blogosphere of sanity.

We’re done. We accept our Corporate Masters and political leaders as too powerful to bother with. Our drain is being circled; our obit being written by historians just born. Everything happens faster these days, and it was a good 350 years, allowing for the full-scale acknowledgment of our rise and fall.

(But I don’t mean to be pessimistic. I’m hoping we figure it out at least a coupla decades after I’m gone.)

We’ve become ungovernable for the time being.

A very powerful and sad moment for me:

I heard “Knights in White Satin” spinning around the radio in the car yesterday, which was “our song” in H.S. My very first true love. She dumped me just about exactly 33 years ago today (it’s a parlor trick; the date is very easy to remember for several reasons). I enjoyed a good laugh with myself, and wished her well. Hadn’t seen her in 32 years.

So I googled her later and this is what I found. I had heard she was in Holland.

She was as good a person as I’ve ever known; her parents were kind and generous with me, her life turned out exactly, it would seem, as I figured it would, save the ending. I had small dreams of seeing her again for whatever reason for as long as I can remember. She broke my heart and it didn’t matter to me in terms other than loss. I was crazy about her, as we are with our first true loves, and with good reason.

Wish her loved ones well. She was one of the good guys. Ouch.