Thursday, November 09, 2006

Democrats want to thank the Republicans who stayed at home

Sometimes the best way to get something done is to do nothing at all. And I have heard from quite a number of Republicans who made a political statement by simply staying at home this voting season, and others who voted for the Democrat. Sometimes this is necessary, especially when those in power are micranimous and self-serving. For these folks I especially hope the Democratic congress earn your vote. I also hope they don't succumb to arrogance, greed, ambition or blind obedience to custom. As Deepak Chopra once wisely said: One experiences a sea-change when one shifts one's orientation from "What's in it for me?" to "How can I help?"

May the Democrats prove truly and universally helpful.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Nixon or Haggard?


SUPERTELEVANGELISTIC SEX-AND-DRUGS PSYCHOSIS
Parody of
"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"

(thanks to Sir Rah Bourbon)

Monday, November 06, 2006

See Rock City AND the new Iddybud Journal


Iddybud hanging out with General Wesley Clark

Iddybud Journal

Sunday, November 05, 2006

LET us vote then, you and I

LET us vote then, you and I,
When the evening news is spreading lies
to the patients etherised upon a fable;
Let us go, through a certain half-deserted mind,
The muttering unkind
A mindless knight in one-night crack-ho tails
And cornpone restaurants with taco-shells:
Sheep that follow like a tedious dittohead
Of insidious portent
To feed you all a dose of healthy koolaid...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and drink this sh*t...
From the boom we men come aglow
Walking from Los Alamo.

The yellow blog that wipes its back upon our window pains,
The yellow news that rubs our nose in blue dress stains,
Licked its lips upon the money of the evening news,
Lingered upon the fools that stand to gain,
Let fall upon his face the pretzel that falls from skies,
Slipped by the congress, made of sullen lies,
And seeing that it was a soft September morn,
Turned around the plane, and fell to Sleep...

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow dust that billows down the street,
Wiping its ass upon the window-panes;
There will be Time, there will be War-
ner,
To prepare a place to meet the presses that you meet;
There will be time for Russ and Rush to bloviate,
And time for all the worthless ways of glands
That lift and drop a dollop on your fate;
Time for Dick and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred distortions and revisions,
Before making toast of Cheney.

In the gloom the warmen come aglow
Talking of Guantanamo

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I care?"
Time to turn my back and nude-descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my chair--
[They will say: "How his chair is growing thin!"]
My morning coke, my dollar mounting firmly to boy Ken,
My bolo is immodest, but inserted by a marking pen--
[They will say: "But how his arms of war are sin!"]

Do I dare
Destroy the universe?

In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minuteman will reverse.

For I have blown them all already, blown them up:--
Have known the evening, mourning, darkest noons,
I have mangled up my life with cocaine spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying thup!
Beneath the building from a farther plume.
So what should I consume?

And I have known the ayes already, known them all--
The ayes that fix you in a formulaic phase,
And when I am formulaic, scrawling with a pen,
When I am penned and scribbling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit on all the but wholes of my days and ways?
And who should I consume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all--
Arms that are daisy-cut and grossly unfair,
[Caught in the gunlight, downed without a care!]
Is it blue stains on a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie are sold at table, with talk of shock and awe.
And should I then consume?
And when should I begin?
. . . . .

Shall I say, I have gunned at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the ruins
Of lonely kids in tatters, pouring out of windows...

I am just a pair of ragged shoes
Scuttling across the floors of silent news.

. . . . .

And the afternoon, the evening, creeps so peacelessly!
Scorched by hot zingers,
Asleep ... wired ... or country singers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you Cheney.
Should I, after koolade, coke and icees,
Have the strength to force the world to its crises?
But though I'm inept and blasted, inept and crazed,
Though I have seen many heads [grown slightly shorn] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet--and I'm no mad hatter;
I have seen the speeches of that city slicker,
And I have seen the eternal Bushman hold my coat, and Snicker,
And in shorts, I was DeLayed.

And would it have been worth it, after Oil,
After the kegs, the candy bar, the T,
Hugging the porcelain, a lonesome walk with you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have snapped at the batter with a towel,
To have squeezed the universe into a booger
To roll it toward some overstating question,
To say: "I am Nazareth, book of the dead,
Come back to sell you all, I shall smell you all"--
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not how I vote at all.
That is not it, at all."

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the fun set and the shipyards and the wrinkled sheets,
After the novel, after the hiccups, after the nose that trails along the floors--
And Kos, and Media Whores--
It is impossible to know just why I'm mean!
But as if a manic slattern slew the pervs on ladders in a screed:
Would it have been with child
If one, settling a pillow or throwing up on call,
And turning toward the window, should spew:
"That is not it at all,
That is not how I vote, at all."
. . . . .
No! I am no ham omelette, nor was meant to be;
Petrol attendant, bored, one that will screw
To stifle progress, start a war or two,
Advise the Dick; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to disabuse,
Lunatic, caustic, and supercilious;
Full of false sentence, can't define "obtuse";
The times, indeed, almost ridiculous--
I am, for you, the Fool.

I grow old ... I grow old ...
I prefer my money rolled.

Shall I kiss your left behind? Do I dare to be impeached?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and strut upon the stage.
I have heard Travolta singing, to my age.

I do not think that he will sing of me.

I have seen them hiding leeward in the caves
Bombing the dark hair of the slaves blown back
With my thoughts forever white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the star
By star-whores wreathed with seafoam green and crown
Till human votes awake them, and we drown.



War Song of G. Dubya Bushrock
(reprinted from November 2004)

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Neocons cut and run...from the President and his legacy of incompetence.

Ask Perle, Adelman or Frum what they think of the competence of the Bush White House, and you will no longer get happy talk. They failed, and thus the Neocons also failed. Now they have cut and run from both Iraq, and the man who put us there.

Looking for a Swiftboat

When the GOP is in need of a lifeboat...it purchases a swiftboat. At the moment, they are swiftboating Harold Ford.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Purple Heart's Kerry Reddens Faces with Anger, While Bush Reddens Faces with Blood

Who is worse? A bad jokester who tells an inconvenint truth, or a bad president who sends American soldiers to their deaths in a war that should never have happened?

Kerry made a goof and apologized. Bush made a goof and keeps on making the goof over and over. The causes for war turned out to be non-existent...and yet our killer president keeps throwing our sons and daughters into the fire just to save his political ass, and keep him from seeming less cowboy. He is an idiot, and an evil one at that. I mean...600,000 people is a lot to kill...don't you think?
Even worse than screwing up a joke...

Real Men Can Handle the Truth : Soldiers ARE dropouts, killers and rapists.

American soldiers are on the top shelf of humanity. They are your Gandhis, your Martin Luther Kings, your Immanuel Kants. They are as great as Rumi and Lao T'se. They invent things, write great novels and compose the world's greatest symphonies. They have PhDs from Harvard and Berkeley and Chapel Hill. They are the world's greatest healers. No one is smarter than an American Soldier. No one has a bigger heart.

On the other hand, there are always anomalies. As such there are also American soldiers who are the opposite of the above. Only recently did the military discuss lowering the standards and accepting drop-outs. Largely because of fact that people are less willing to walk into a fire (unless of course you are a Hero...who can also fly, stop time and so on) recruiters are accepting lower standards, thus, themselves, perpetuating the egregious lowering of standards. But the standards were sadly low from the top and beginning. It's what they call "trickle-down" or "drink this".

Kerry was stupid because, unlike the more clever George, he didn't simply say, when service called, ""Could you take care of this for me?", leave the task to willing dupes like the great Prince Albert Gore Vidal Sassoon, and his evil-twin Osama bin Franklin Roosevelt Greer Garson Kanin Abel Baruch...Sassoon, of course.

Limbaugh, on Cloud 1, claims to have not parodied Michael J. Fox.
Apparently he didn't realize that in becoming, temporarily, someone clearly superior in every way, Rush got to raise his Being significantly before having to go back inside the bowling alley bar of his Mammonical and selfish little life of Me, Me, Me.

I Ching say "Ego take wrong message and run wrong way."

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Rush Limbaugh admits to being a nothing, yet lectures Senator Kerry (a veteran and a somebody) on military service

The Fat Man's Messiah, the drug and lie addict, the dropout cut and runner, Rush Limbaugh is hyperventilating with such desperation today that one gets the feeling that many of his listeners have dropped him for the vastly superior Michael J. Fox. I guess you can't fool all the people...

The best Rush can do is to say that he has a cousin who attended and taugh at West Point. Yet he thinks that gives him the diploma to lecture Kerry.

The sounds, nay squeaks, of decline.

Why Republicans Suck at Government

The Republicans take the reins of government, drag it to it's knees, rob it of money, and make a supreme mess of it...and then say: "See, I told you government is no good."
But they can't be trusted with business either.
I personally think that much of their problem is egocentrism. Greed, bragging, and so on. Many Democrats are involved in ego-transcendence. Governments work better when they are altruistic.

"Can I use my 30 seconds?" : Dole's Swan Song?



While the Sunday talk shows try to outbore each other -- Tim wasting his hour on state senate debates, George forgetting to invite the truly bright Robert Reich, Chris... just another Bill Krystol -- risible nuggets of pregnancy cannot help but be extruded when it comes to politicians. And yesterday Elizabeth Dole was one of the shining examples. (There were yet others.) I like Mrs. Dole alright, but either she, or her handlers, are, well, whacked out...and may require medical attention. Here is what happened:

Dole, representing the Republicans, was to (sort of) debate Senator Shumer, representing the Democrats. During almost every exchange, Dole monopolized the time, and, as is often the case with Republicans (sorry, but it's true -- much to the chagrin of Democrats who really want to know) answers with whatever she wants to convey, instead of answering the question proffered. But the piece de resistance was when Chris admonished them both to answer the next (and final) question within 30 seconds.

Mr. Shumer used his full 30 seconds. Mrs Dole, much like this sentence, and using the English language, decided, or was told, that it was more important to attack Harold Ford (as I recall) and forget answering any question asked by one of her juniors...who, to his credit, contradicted her -- feeling apparently confident that it is now smart to fly Democrat -- and then, after a minute or two, the now ludibund Mrs Dole, after being cut off by Mr Wallace says: "Can I use my 30 seconds?"

I guess this is what happens when a regime is crumbling.

Monday, October 30, 2006

Impartial, Flawless, Fail-Safe, Tamper-Proof Voting System

In my spare time, I think I will go ahead and create an impartial, flawless, fail-safe, tamper-proof voting system. I can almost smell the fear coming out of the Diebold headquarters, currently in a closet in the Oval Office.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Rizzleweb: Where intelligence and politics meet.



RIZZLEWEB.com
REAL PEOPLE. REAL OPINIONS. REAL DEMOCRACY.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Frankly Rush, You're No Michael J. Fox

I love Michael J. Fox. I will go ahead ahead and admit that. And I have no respect for Rush Limbaugh. I will freely admit that too. But today, when Rush Limbaugh accused Fox of acting and exaggerating his bodily movements...and then proceeded to imitate those movements...my respect for Rush fell to a new low. 1000 below. Lower than whale shit. And frankly Mister permanent adolescent Limbaugh...you are no Michael J. Fox. You are not even a Michael J. Pollard. Well, on the other hand, maybe you ARE a Michael J. Pollard. Or at least the perverse and opprobrious characters he used to play. And you can forget Jack Kennedy, whom Mike Fox more resembles. While Fox fights tirelessly, with limited ability and energy, for those who are suffering, and living beyond his own suffering, you wallow in your luxury and brag about wasting gas.

I hereby demand a public apology by Rush Limbaugh to Michael J. Fox. And for public service, dedicate your outsized mouth to helping those who actually need help -- not protecting and milking those at the other extreme.

anonyMoses: One Degree From Greatness


Jude and John

I may not have material riches, but Lord Almighty! I have met and been in the company of the greatest minds of our generation...including the above. There is no amount of money for which I would make a trade.

DEMOCRATS: "We promise to not go weird on you."

DEMOCRATS PROMISE TO NOT BECOME ARROGANT AND POWER DRUNK

Democrats listen to country music, own guns, go to church, enjoy sports, and like lower taxes. Democrats fight in our wars. Democrats love Christmas.

developing...

Chicken George : "Cut and Run in 12 to 18 Months"

Chicken George is too much of a coward to stay the course in Iraq, allowing our killing machines to stay in Iraq forever, and now he admits he will cut and run in 12 to 18 months.

Gore-Edwards-Obama : The future is your friend

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Converge South, Greensboro once again make blogging history

No Place for Wompsters


Hoffman as Scoble

wompster - noun Someone who thumps or pounds something, usually a bible or other sacred text.


The great and good blogger, Robert Scoble, his lovely wife, Maryam, and the remarkable Elizabeth Edwards, helped to make this year's Converge South a memorable and historic success. Legends of the blogosphere converged on A & T University in Greensboro, North Carolina on a cool and beautiful October day to establish, reestablish and celebrate the fellowship which seems endemic to the blogging family. Just like in the first of North Carolina's blogger conference, Ed Cone, David Hoggard, Sue Polinsky, Billy the Blogging Poet, Jay Ovittore, Patrick Eakes, Citizen Will R, and yet other archons of the blogosphere whose mere countenences rend ringent the slackjawed lookers-on who may only p-p-pray for such station in this amazing life we call anonyMoses, but participate in as if it were anything but, sadly. And let it be said that we at anonyMoses are sad and disappointed that we didn't get to meet Mister Scoble, but enjoyed the darshan, and his (and his wife's) most pleasant personalities, notwithstanding. I'm sure we'd be great friends, and probably are.

Great to see Bora has showed up from Chapel Hill. Fec Stench was also there, and in top form. Hell, every was excellent. Must have been magic. Other legendary attendees include Lex Alexander , Jude Nagurney Camwell, Sandy Carmany, Zack Exley, Ben Hwang, Matt Gross, Stewart Pittman, Robert Reddick, Roch Smith Jr., Pam Spaulding, Mark Tosczak, David Wharton, BlueNC and others I will surely add as my mind returns.

Here’s Daniel Conover’s Xark notes and Anton Zuiker’s notes.

EEBuzz - from Benny's World


THE LEGEND OF THE PIEDMONT BLOGGERS
as told to Anonymoses Hyperlincoln III
[from NC's first Bloggercon]




Iddybud, Anonymoses and Senator Edwards in Concord on Friday 13.

More of the occasion from Carolina Girl over at OneAmerican Blog.