What a surprise. We're heading nowhere faster than a speeding bullet. We gnaw on decaying bones while fresh meat hangs in front of us, going bad. They do not just hold differing opinions, they are handmaidens of the devil, dragging us either towards some Nazi, socialist, new world order...or deeper into the new American aristocracy where wealth and personal success are the sole measures of a person's worth.
Wanda Sykes skewers Rush "I Am The Walrus" Limbaugh and the conservative media orgasms in hysteria and outrage. (Someone should tell pundits and pols that the very word "outrage" has, through serious scientific research, been shown to have the opposite effect as the one intended.) Their sexual thrill was only slightly less intense when the Prez stupidly asked for Dijon mustard at a hamburger joint. Puleeze. Who puts mustard on hamburgers? The guy must really be a Muslim.
Dick "Duck" Cheney decides that ol' Rush is a better banner carrier for the Republican Party than Colin Powell. After all, Rush has accomplished so much more. And has a lot more money. And smokes expensive cigars. And Cheney. Lord, love a duck, he's morphing into Mephostopoles right before our eyes.
Not to be outdone, the left is dancing around a May pole singing, "The Elephants Are the Party of No" to no particular tune at all, and the Democratic leadership in Congress's version of collegiality is to wave a piece of legislation in the face of Republicans minutes before asking for their support.
Barack "I Am He Who Has Come" Obama could charm the ears off Dumbo, but where's the backbone, the tough decisions, the determination to wrestle the financial octopus that still controls our fate into submission? When does he throw down the gloves to someone...anyone...to demonstrate there's some there there? May's Atlantic Monthly has an article, "The Quiet Coup," that'll chill your bones. It's how the financial community has D.C. in a death grip.