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.

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Concisely put here by Kombiz taking up some slack from the evidently busy Atrios.

It isn’t just Brown, by a long shot. It weasels its way all the way down into middle Corporate America management. And into retards who don’t think they’ll ever need it, or think the lack of it won’t ever ruin their lives. Also.

Adding that we are our paradigms, and conversely that empathy is itself, Evil.

…ladies and gentleman, the King of Duh and Sigh, Atrios.

It’s all quite embarrassing to watch, even though I believe they’re all doing the best they can, except for the Gang of 10, who are mostly in charge of blowing their Insurance Industry Financiers without making it obvious to us rubes.

“If one party passes keeps passing* legislation most people like, it could doom the other party to extinct status!”

I don’t get it, Senator.

Hat tip to Atrios and a whole bunch of other bloggers.

*Update: Free late update rationalized by lack of readers.

Besides thanking George W. Bush for making me glad I’m as old as I am, being the “make some lemonade” kind of guy that I am, I think I’ve found another.

The NY Times (and several other publications, to be fair) have been writing a lot of stories about how those poor, poor rich people are having to cut back. Atrios has been particularly alert to this, and they’re always funny, if one can distance one’s self from the utter horror of it all. It is about “entitlement.”

For just a whole lot of my decades-long sentient political life, I heard Republicans whining and whining to the point of boredom about poor people’s “sense of entitlement,” the “welfare mother” stuff writ large, so the Wall St. abortion has turned me into an almost Hulk-like figure should some sad person bring up “entitlement” in the context of poor people ever again, within my earshot.

Here’s kinda what I mean, in three lovely posts.

One.

Two.

Three!

These people (Paul Sullivan) don’t have any idea where most of America resides. This is way, way off-the-reservation material.

Not until it is too late, and um, yeah.

It wasn’t hard for me to agree with the Dixie Chicks, even if a degree or three separated (not famous, not from TX, not being interviewed by Diane Sawyer on national TV and such), because I’m more or less a free-speech absolutist–I would repeal the “fire in the theater” exemption on grounds of increased technological and media-savviness* in the larger world–but mostly because Bush embarrassed me, too, so they were speaking for me.

This should not be a problem for any American.

So the difference between what the DChicks endured and what Rush and Sean have endured is rather striking, and not very encouraging. Poor Glenn is suffering, though. (Stipulating that Glenn is sane, here, which I admit is a stretch.)

Update: Just a ginormous stretch.

*Update 2: Long, unexplained, unfinished thought. Suffice it to say I’m sorry for the confusion caused by my own lack of skill.