After You Win The War About The War
As we enjoy the first Hot August Night of this election year, the aroma of this last week’s festival of defecation that masquerades as political theater still lingers.
The smell of his own fecal material hitting the fan may (or may not) trouble PrezNitWit Shrub and his henchmen (and women), but it smells sweet to me, like pony poo.
We came to appreciate that John McRove has opted for the tactic of throwing anything against the wall to see if it sticks — no matter how absurd — so the mendacious media as well as the vast wasteland of Teh Stoopid out there will be too distracted to remind everyone that Obama won the war about the war, that John Kerry was right (so was Jimmy Carter), and what a shallow opportunist McCain has always been. Unless of course the fan flings the crap back into McCain’s lap.
Meanwhile the Congressional Republicans have simply lost their hold on reality. Unfortunately, understanding that much like treating a terminal patient with dementia and delusions of grandeur, Dr. Obama elected to humor them, giving in to their screams for another fix of the black crude they’re addicted to, knowing that the real cure will take a bit over five months to take effect.
This weekend is as good a time as any to sit back and reflect on the idiocy, no doubt we’ll be seeing a lot more of these dog-n-pony shows as November approaches.
