
For the first time since January 2009, I’m seriously angry with the White House – you won’t believe this: they re-tweeted a Chelsea fan.
Now, that is a flippin’ scandal.
If I recover, and that’s unlikely, I’ll have a This & That soon-ish.


For the first time since January 2009, I’m seriously angry with the White House – you won’t believe this: they re-tweeted a Chelsea fan.
Now, that is a flippin’ scandal.
If I recover, and that’s unlikely, I’ll have a This & That soon-ish.

Love may not always win
but hate is always sure to lose.
A peace of equals
lasts longer than a war of destruction.
Life, for all its problems
is more wondrous than a cult of death.
I’m with those who sing their souls
rather than scream their fears.
I’m with those who offer the open hand
rather than the clenched fist.
I’m with those who do as they wish to be done
rather than those who do before they get done.
The secret of the good life is not difficult:
love, kindness, openness.
Their opposites are merely the signposts
to lonely and dusty death.
When someone says to you: “I’m for life”,
Ask them: “What life?”
Life after birth?
Life in fullness rather than penury?
Life with meaning?
Life with possibilities abounding?
Any other kind of life is not life.
Any other kind of life is death.
Life, peace, love:
All else is fool’s gold.
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This is your night owl open thread.
Probably the greatest musical expression of unbridled joy is the “Ode to Joy”, the fourth movement of Beethoven’s 9th Symphony. It’s been a hell of a couple of weeks, so some versions of the Ode to take you soaring and lift your spirits.
Flash Mob “Ode to Joy”
Well, I think I’ve just reached my level of bullshit tolerance.
At the White House Correspondents’ Dinner, Barack Obama sliced and diced the assembled luminaries, depicting them as trivial ratings chasers more eager to pursue a scoop so as to drive ratings and sell more advertising, than serious practitioners of the art of journalism, plying their craft as a public trust so that free citizens in a free republic can be fully informed about the issues of the day so as to render sober decisions about their own lives.
The poster child for this frivolous “journalism” is Maureen Dowd of the New York Times, who seems to have upped her Obama-dismay to 11 over the past few weeks. The President’s take down of her article saying that he was nothing like Andrew Shepherd, fictional president in “The American President”, is a beauty to behold.
Maureen Dowd said I could solve all my problems if I were just more like Michael Douglas in “The American President”. Michael, what’s your secret, man? Could it be that you’re an actor in an Aaron Sorkin liberal fantasy?
Obama’s entire WHCD speech was a master class in telling a captive audience just how useless they were to the wider country’s problems which needed urgent solutions.
Continue reading ‘Repeat after me: “Andrew Shepherd is a fantasy”’