The language is just how it was forty years ago, and unfortunately is still current in some circles.
I won’t be drawn out.
Like I pointed out in the last post, I don’t know what was in your mind, although I have pretty good idea, but it was you know, in your mind.
I told you guys, on this very blog, that I was going to take you down a peg, but you never believe me. I also said the only way to unit the American people was to give them some thing to hate and I was your huckleberry. I would like to think I was succeeding since the beard in the cave made a re-appearance to remind you that you hated him, not me.
So it wasn’t like you couldn’t see it coming.
Yesterday I zinged some good journalists along with some lousy ones. That’s what sweeping generalizations do, and that’s why politicians do it, and lousy television journalist dutiful report that stuff as if it was news or actually informative.
All of us are clever, few informed.
I’m rebuilding the blog rolls because I’m not going to have time or energy to digest everything I need to read, and pass along here on the blog. The day to day isn’t sustainable. I’ve got to pay bills too.
So we’ll just have to see how much blogging can be fit in between two jobs. In the end I am obligated to my wife to give her a place to live, and the funds necessary to bury or smoke my carcass when I’m done with it. Nothing eminent I hope, but long term prospects aren’t that good either.
I would be remiss if I didn’t note the professional Republicans riffing on what I did in various forums, now defunct, or blogs soon to be opened up again, as a pattern of opposition. I suppose flattery is the sincerest form of imitation.
Rep Wilson could have at least found the proper forum for calling Presidents liars, and of course the weight of history to substantiate his accusations, but he is after all a professional. There are a lot of Wilsons in the world, so I’m not sure just how closely related we are, but I’m pretty sure the best part of Rep Wilson ran down the rabbit hole with the rest of you on that one.
Why, what were you thinking?
I am qualified to advise the President from my living room.
I know a man,
swims a sea of misery,
and every day before he lays down,
he swims through me.
I know a place,
where we could all hide
forgeting all of our troubles
in a collective suicide.
I heard a song,
sung by the morning sky,
and it never stopped mourning
until I sang the reply.
I know the tune,
I hear it playing in my head,
the notes are always keyed flat
until I rearrange them with you in bed.
I found a place,
next to somewhere to be,
It was everywhere I had avoided
in the distance between you and me.
Down by the river
where the oxbow dreams,
I saw the passengers all waving
at the not quite ever what it seems.
We’re already there,
we’re already there,
and it doesn’t really matter
if it matters,
we’re all already there.
The Original Roll are the ten links I gave to Komoco at the Coliseum back in 2003. That’s the way it was.
More Blogs are more blogs. I’ll rebuild that when I rebuild mine and feel like it.