Saturday, December 19, 2015

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Watching the Debate Democratique live from the New Hampshire. Sadly, I have digitation issues, and 98% of the debate has been frozen or interrupted, pixilated images of Hillary !, U.S. Senator Bernie Sanders, and that other guy.  I'm fairly sure I haven't missed much.

Trumpolina was mentioned as the nightmare Rethuglican to become Prestodent. Okay; show of hands: does anyone feel that it truly matters who sits in the Obol Office and claims the Tub Of Slaw™ ? Anybody ? And, one comment I heard from Sen. Sanders clearly -- that over the past decade, $5 Trillion US in wealth has been transferred, from 99.99% of the United States' population, to the top 0.01 percent of it -- and that anything less than reversing that trend was to sell out the birthright of being an American.

I'm also sure that Mrs. Clinton hasn't mentioned that in 1999, her husband made it possible to realize a 65-year-old masturbatory fantasy of right-wing financiers -- the castration of the Glass-Stegal Act. This was one of the principal factors which made the Crash of 2007-2008 possible; ex-Pestident Clinton claims conservatives made him do it.  Thanks, Bill-o!
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1 comment:

  1. does it truly matter who becomes Spokesmodel of the U.S.? in my honest opinion - in some ways yes, in others no

    i wish to adduce a verse i wrote, in the format of the poem "The Mad Gardener's Song", the best thing about Lewis Carroll's Sylvie and Bruno - it is sprinkled through the novel one verse at a time, but here it is all assembled


    The Mad Gardener’s Song

    He thought he saw an Elephant,
    That practised on a fife:
    He looked again, and found it was
    A letter from his wife.
    “At length I realize,” he said,
    “The bitterness of Life!”

    He thought he saw a Buffalo
    Upon the chimney-piece:
    He looked again, and found it was
    His Sister’s Husband’s Niece.
    “Unless you leave this house,” he said,
    “I’ll send for the Police!”

    He thought he saw a Rattlesnake
    That questioned him in Greek:
    He looked again, and found it was
    The Middle of Next Week.
    “The one thing I regret,” he said,
    “Is that it cannot speak!”

    He thought he saw a Banker’s Clerk
    Descending from the bus:
    He looked again, and found it was
    A Hippopotamus.
    “If this should stay to dine,” he said,
    “There won’t be much for us!”

    He thought he saw a Kangaroo
    That worked a coffee-mill:
    He looked again, and found it was
    A Vegetable-Pill.
    “Were I to swallow this,” he said,
    “I should be very ill!”

    He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four
    That stood beside his bed:
    He looked again, and found it was
    A Bear without a Head.
    “Poor thing,” he said, “poor silly thing!
    It’s waiting to be fed!”

    He thought he saw an Albatross
    That fluttered round the lamp:
    He looked again, and found it was
    A Penny-Postage Stamp.
    “You’d best be getting home,” he said:
    “The nights are very damp!”

    He thought he saw a Garden-Door
    That opened with a key:
    He looked again, and found it was
    A Double Rule of Three:
    “And all its mystery,” he said,
    “Is clear as day to me!”

    He thought he saw a Argument
    That proved he was the Pope:
    He looked again, and found it was
    A Bar of Mottled Soap.
    “A fact so dread,” he faintly said,
    “Extinguishes all hope!”

    – Lewis Carroll


    note how the worldwide financial crisis of 2008 is presaged in the “banker’s clerk” stanza – instead of its proper role as a facilitator of the real economy, expressed by the character of the clerk riding the bus, the financial sector became so overgrown that it was eating everyone’s dinner

    in that same time period, autumn 2008, i wrote a stanza inspired by barack obama

    He thought he saw a Candidate
    Who’d put an End to War:
    He looked again, and found it was
    The Same Game as Before.
    “If that’s the way it goes, ” he said,
    “Then what is voting for?



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    by the way, a wonderful poem about mistaken apprehensions is Albert Goldbarth's "WHILE MONITORING THE SKY FOR AIRSPACE VIOLATIONS, INDIA'S ARMY REPORTEDLY MISTOOK JUPITER AND VENUS FOR CHINESE SPY DRONES"

    see http://www.blckdgrd.com/2015/02/im-sorry-i-mistook-you-weather-balloon.html

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