The War Song of G. Dubya Bushrock

by Anonymoses Hyperlincoln
(reprinted for the good folks at the Progressive Blog Alliance, and Blogexplosion.)

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.

MESSY ANTICS

Preying or begging? These Messianics prey on youthful ignorance, and then beg forgiveness after their sins. What should be done about these cult leaders?

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Genius vs Groupthink: Dittoholes, Freepers and Bushies

DULL MINDS THINK ALIKE

All the wit in the world is lost upon him who has none.
- La Bruyère


America is eaten up with groupthink. But those who most suffer are those who are merely echo chambers of talking points. And while Progressive bloggers may link and direct readers to other sources, they also tend to offer their own original observations, and on a wider range of topics. When have you heard a Conservative blogger talk about Sufism, Taoism, Kama Sutra, the law of Reciprocal Maintenence, Tantrism, or the Categorical Imperative? And the pundits, anchors, and talkingheads are even worse, since they should be counted up to have either done their homework, or have something original to say. But it never turns out that way. All they ever do is say what has already been said a hundred times. And these folks make good money. They have, as Schopenhauer says, chosen Champaign over freedom.

Schopenhauer on Genius
[from "Parerga"]

EXCERPTS & COMMENTARY

ART, LITERATURE & NOBLESSE OBLIGE
No difference of rank, position, or birth, is so great as the gulf that separates the countless millions who use their head only in the service of their belly, in other words, look upon it as an instrument of the will, and those very few and rare persons who have the courage to say: No! it is too good for that; my head shall be active only in its own service; it shall try to comprehend the wondrous and varied spectacle of this world, and then reproduce it in some form, whether as art or as literature, that may answer to my character as an individual. These are the truly noble, the real noblesse of the world.

Bloggers are the noblesse of the world, unlike your George Stephanopoulises and your Bill O'Reillys and your Claire Shipmans...who have sold out their brains to Daddy Warbucks. Here we are, two weeks before the election, and even the Sunday shows that you might think would have some diversity of opinion...are a pompom fest for Bush, replete with RNC talking points and lies about Bush actually "tieing or winning" the last debate...even though Bush was a frothing Goofus acting like Butthead, and receiving signals from Rove and Metatron.

Do the math. These people are even less intelligent than Bush. Write that down and never forget it. The respect is out the window. May they finally be compensated what little they are worth.
. . .

DULL MINDS THINK ALIKE
The difference between the genius and the ordinary man [dittohole] is, no doubt, a quantitative one, in so far as it is a difference of degree; but I am tempted to regard it also as qualitative, in view of the fact that ordinary minds, notwithstanding individual variation, have a certain tendency to think alike. Thus on similar occasions their thoughts at once all take a similar direction, and run on the same lines; and this explains why their judgments constantly agree—not, however, because they are based on truth. To such lengths does this go that certain fundamental views obtain amongst mankind at all times, and are always being repeated and brought forward anew, whilst the great minds of all ages are in open or secret opposition to them.

This partly explains why so many bloggers are so pissed at the mainstream media. They all think alike! Their minds are dull. They systematically lower the standards of the viewing public. And dittoheads even trumpet their fascism by announcing their compliance unon entering the public arena, apparently unaware of just how pornofornocacophagomaniacal they appear to the entirely decentralized International League of Genius. Wipe that booger from your nose, boy! Lest I remove it with my big toe.
. . .

DETACH AND DISCOVER THE TRUE NATURE OF THINGS
In order to have original, uncommon, and perhaps even immortal thoughts, it is enough to estrange oneself so fully from the world of things for a few moments, that the most ordinary objects and events appear quite new and unfamiliar. In this way their true nature is disclosed. What is here demanded cannot, perhaps, be said to be difficult; it is not in our power at all, but is just the province of genius.
. . .

LIGHTHOUSES OF HUMANITY

The mind of genius. . . sends forth light of its own, while the others reflect only that which they have received.

The mere man of learning, who spends his life in teaching what he has learned, is not strictly to be called a man of genius; just as idio-electrical bodies are not conductors. Nay, genius stands to mere learning as the words to the music in a song. A man of learning is a man who has learned a great deal; a man of genius, one from whom we learn something which the genius has learned from nobody. Great minds, of which there is scarcely one in a hundred millions, are thus the lighthouses of humanity; and without them mankind would lose itself in the boundless sea of monstrous error and bewilderment.
And so the simple man of learning, in the strict sense of the word—the ordinary professor, for instance—looks upon the genius much as we look upon a hare, which is good to eat after it has been killed and dressed up. So long as it is alive, it is only good to shoot at.

Consider, if you will, the treatment of bloggers by many paid "real" journalists...

He continues...

He who wishes to experience gratitude from his contemporaries, must adjust his pace to theirs. But great things are never produced in this way. And he who wants to do great things must direct his gaze to posterity, and in firm confidence elaborate his work for coming generations. No doubt, the result may be that he will remain quite unknown to his contemporaries, and comparable to a man who, compelled to spend his life upon a lonely island, with great effort sets up a monument there, to transmit to future sea-farers the knowledge of his existence. If he thinks it a hard fate, let him console himself with the reflection that the ordinary man who lives for practical aims only, often suffers a like fate, without having any compensation to hope for; inasmuch as he may, under favorable conditions, spend a life of material production, earning, buying, building, fertilizing, laying out, founding, establishing, beautifying with daily effort and unflagging zeal, and all the time think that he is working for himself; and yet in the end it is his descendants who reap the benefit of it all, and sometimes not even his descendants. It is the same with the man of genius; he, too, hopes for his reward and for honor at least; and at last finds that he has worked for posterity alone. Both, to be sure, have inherited a great deal from their ancestors.

So worry ye not, fellow bloggers, about whether or not you are "discovered" or "strike it rich". You would not be a blogger if all you wanted was wealth or fame. At least you would not spend much time on it, which is, after what one does...since most do it for free, or very little. Your blog is a record that surely exceeds space, and hopefully exceeds time.
. . .
It is not only in the activity of his highest powers that the genius surpasses ordinary people. A man who is unusually well-knit, supple and agile, will perform all his movements with exceptional ease, even with comfort, because he takes a direct pleasure in an activity for which he is particularly well-equipped, and therefore often exercises it without any object. Further, if he is an acrobat or a dancer, not only does he take leaps which other people cannot execute, but he also betrays rare elasticity and agility in those easier steps which others can also perform, and even in ordinary walking.

I am somehow reminded here of Herr Bush's performance during the the debates. Supple and agile hardly describe it...

In the same way a man of superior mind will not only produce thoughts and works which could never have come from another; it will not be here alone that he will show his greatness; but as knowledge and thought form a mode of activity natural and easy to him, he will also delight himself in them at all times, and so apprehend small matters which are within the range of other minds, more easily, quickly and correctly than they. Thus he will take a direct and lively pleasure in every increase of Knowledge, every problem solved, every witty thought, whether of his own or another’s; and so his mind will have no further aim than to be constantly active. This will be an inexhaustible spring of delight; and boredom, that spectre which haunts the ordinary man, can never come near him.
. . .
Modesty in a great mind would, no doubt, be pleasing to the world; but, unluckily, it is a contradictio in adjecto. It would compel a genius to give the thoughts and opinions, nay, even the method and style, of the million preference over his own; to set a higher value upon them; and, wide apart as they are, to bring his views into harmony with theirs, or even suppress them altogether, so as to let the others hold the field. In that case, however, he would either produce nothing at all, or else his achievements would be just upon a level with theirs. Great, genuine and extraordinary work can be done only in so far as its author disregards the method, the thoughts, the opinions of his contemporaries, and quietly works on, in spite of their criticism, on his side despising what they praise. No one becomes great without arrogance of this sort. Should his life and work fall upon a time which cannot recognize and appreciate him, he is at any rate true to himself; like some noble traveler forced to pass the night in a miserable inn; when morning comes, he contentedly goes his way.
. . .
...with ordinary people...leisure has no value in itself, nor is it, indeed, without its dangers, as these people seem to know. The technical work of our time, which is done to an unprecedented perfection, has, by increasing and multiplying objects of luxury, given the favorites of fortune a choice between more leisure and culture upon the one side, and additional luxury and good living, but with increased activity, upon the other; and, true to their character, they choose the latter, and prefer champagne to freedom.
. . .
A man of talent will strive for money and reputation; but the spring that moves genius to the production of its works is not as easy to name. Wealth is seldom its reward.
. . .
On a closer examination, it seems as though, in the case of a genius, the will to live, which is the spirit of the human species, were conscious of having, by some rare chance, and for a brief period, attained a greater clearness of vision, and were now trying to secure it, or at least the outcome of it, for the whole species, to which the individual genius in his inmost being belongs; so that the light which he sheds about him may pierce the darkness and dullness of ordinary human consciousness and there produce some good effect.
Arising in some such way, this instinct drives the genius to carry his work to completion, without thinking of reward or applause or sympathy; to leave all care for his own personal welfare; to make his life one of industrious solitude, and to strain his faculties to the utmost. He thus comes to think more about posterity than about contemporaries; because, while the latter can only lead him astray, posterity forms the majority of the species, and time will gradually bring the discerning few who can appreciate him. Meanwhile it is with him as with the artist described by Goethe; he has no princely patron to prize his talents, no friend to rejoice with him:

Ein Fürst der die Talente schätzt,
Ein Freund, der sich mit mir ergötzt,
Die haben leider mir gefehlt.

His work is, as it were, a sacred object and the true fruit of his life, and his aim in storing it away for a more discerning posterity will be to make it the property of mankind. An aim like this far surpasses all others, and for it he wears the crown of thorns which is one day to bloom into a wreath of laurel. All his powers are concentrated in the effort to complete and secure his work; just as the insect, in the last stage of its development, uses its whole strength on behalf of a brood it will never live to see; it puts its eggs in some place of safety, where, as it well knows, the young will one day find life and nourishment, and then dies in confidence.

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Bush & Sharon are preparing for war with Iran

WAR MONKEY


Bush will need a draft after we go to war with Iran and Syria.

With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head they are cryin'
In your head, in your head, Zombie, Zombie
-Cranberries

FROM SALON'S TABLE TALK. ORIGINAL LINK NOT INCLUDED.

A senior intelligence officer in Tel Aviv revealed that President Bush "is now firmly convinced that Iran poses a greater threat to Israel than Iraq did". And a senior Pentagon official has further confirmed that a number of Department of Defence planners have recently travelled to Tel Aviv to discuss plans to attack Iran.
Meanwhile the Iran regime continues to threaten its own pre-emptive strike against Israel.
A military parade through Tehran has displayed a range of military missiles. On a Shabab-2 missile capable of hitting Tel Aviv or Jerusalem a banner proclaimed: "Israel must be wiped off the map." Another missile carried a banner warning: "We will crush Israel under our might". A third missile boasted: "With this weapon we can hit the American fleet in the Mediterranean and the Gulf".
But any pre-emptive attack by Israel is unlikely to come until the IAEA deadline for Tehran to stop all work on Uranium enrichment. This expires a few days after the US November election. So far Tehran has refused to agree to meat the deadline.

Why Jon Stewart is God

Jon Stewart is God. Jon Stewart is a good steward.
Stewart means steward. And being a good steward is doing God's work on earth.
By standing up to the paymasters, the Mammoniacal, The Overblown, Jon Stewart is David standing up to Goliath, Moses parting the bloody sea. Literally enthused.

Thanks to another David, David Brock, for all his great work, and for providing this wondrous clip of Jon Stewart confronting the Goliath of CNN.


EXCERPTS:

STEWART: Now, this is theater. It's obvious. How old are you?
[CROSSTALK]
CARLSON: Thirty-five. STEWART: And you wear a bow tie.

STEWART: You know, the interesting thing I have is, you have a responsibility to the public discourse, and you fail miserably.
CARLSON: You need to get a job at a journalism school, I think.
STEWART: You need to go to one.

CARLSON: What's it like to have dinner with you? It must be excruciating. Do you like lecture people like this or do you come over to their house and sit and lecture them; they're not doing the right thing, that they're missing their opportunities, evading their responsibilities? STEWART: If I think they are.
[LAUGHTER]
CARLSON: I wouldn't want to eat with you, man. That's horrible.
STEWART: I know. And you won't.

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Jesus: The Anti-war Candidate

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I didn't think so...

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Shoot! Someone else has already developed it.
Meet The Nosepin Zone.

SPITBALLS!!: Bush has a ball of spittle on his mouth

FROTHING BLINKARD

Bush has a ball of spittle on his lip.
Bush's last debate...ever

Prescient Zell Miller Warned: SPITBALLS!!!

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POLL: Why did Kerry win this debate?

Take this poll.

Kerry wins every exchange & debate

Play back each exchange. Pause at the end. Score it.

Kerry won every time.

He is the clear winner. Period.

BLOGGERS: Documenting the Media Coup of 2004

Teaching Newspeople the value of impartiality.
Holding them accountable for their crimes...captured in millions of recording homes.


"The rank of a disinterested (impartial) mind is so high that what it sees is true, what it desires comes to pass, what it commands must be done." - Avicenna

"A mind unmoved by any contigent affection or sorrow, or honor, or slander, or vice, is really disinterested -- like a broad mountain that is not shaken by a gentle wind. Unmovable disinterest brings man into his closest resemblance to God (Truth). His purity is derived from it..." - Meister Eckhart



Disinterest does not mean uninterested, but rather having no special interest in the outcome (among other things)...or, in other words impartial; unbiased.

Who should be the paragons of disinterested impartiality if not those whose job's Hippocratic Oath, if you will, is to do just that -- namely, those who claim to provide the News. But most of those who are in such roles are mere posers, media whores, Mammon's puppets.
And these puppets are about to perpetrate a coup on the American people. They are going to do everything they can to shoehorn Bush and Cheney back into the White House...where they never belonged in the first place. And they are going to turn their backs on the Truth, and by doing so, reap their Faustian rewards, and forever lose the trust of humanity, and even God...who, as Eckhart says: "gives himself to the disinterested heart."

It is our job, as bloggers, to document this descent, and this attempted coup.

So...how can we make these folks understand our need for them to be impartial?

And what does it say about us that we want unbiased Truth?

Here's the deal, folks: The Truth always finds it way back to the light. And it exposes those forces of darkness that tried to suppress it.

Taoists keenly know this. And Taoists know that this current administration has, at every occasion, taken the path that is agaist the Tao. Against Nature. Against the Spirit. Or said differently...against Heaven AND Earth.

A pity really...for "what is against the Tao doesn't last long." A pity for those ignorant relative few who drank their poison koodade, and other pollutions.

And now they are polluting the Truth, and by doing so, polluting our minds and hearts.

Time to Flush Bush: Champion of Partiality and Division.

But as for us bloggers...it is, again, our job to document all the lies and distortions and diversions they hurl at us. For these things will come back to indict them.

Maybe then they will simply stick to the truth. And practice practice practice at becoming disinterested...even at the peril of their jobs.

Have they not squirreled away ANY F.U. money?

Surely they have, all.

Journalists of the world, awake!

Join the bloggers in being the clear eyes of the world, watching.

Strive to be impartial, at all costs. You've spiritual rewards to gain.

Do not let America and the World down.

-Anonymoses Hyperlincoln


Take the poll at Daily Kos:
Which Newsperson or team is Impartial?

Anonymoses meets Elizabeth Edwards in Charlotte

From the Anonymoses NAMECALLING Series




CHARLOTTE--Fresh from a successful debate in Cleveland, Elizabeth Edwards, the wife of Senator John Edwards, brought her energy home to North Carolina and shared it with eager and exuberant Charlotteans. Among the eager and exuberant supporters was the blogger, Anonymoses Hyperlincoln, or he whom some call "Dave". More on that later.

Looking around Google News, you'd think Mrs. Edwards only said one thing, as they all seemed to pick up on that one thing and share it amongst themselves. She did not say just one thing. She said everything. And were I her counselor, I might tell her to save her breath, since the media are apparently too lazy or cheap to expend more ink on the future First Lady. Prescience is not one of their strong suits. But, then again, she was talking to the people, the Charlottean and veterans...not the soundbite hunters and gatherers...good people, all.

Most of the reporters I saw there must have been committing it to memory, since I only saw them pull out their pads once or twice, and then only briefly. And they get paid for this. Drink more coffee, gents!

But then again, I had a pad, and didn't use it. I suspect I was just as mesmerized by Mrs. Edwards and her guests as anyone else.

Her guests, whose names I sadly do not have, were two women whose lives have been direly impacted by Bush's poor judgement and decisions.

One young woman was in the Pentagon at the time of 9/11. She told us how she, and many others like her, were ushered out of the system in order to remove their own responsibility toward these unfortunates. Future unfortunates, I should say, as it was due to Bush and his policies that all she has was taken away.

The other guest had the room in tears, as she spoke of just how poorly the families of soldiers in Iraq are treated by the current misAdministration, and to a crowd largely made up of Veterans of Foreign Wars...who know this should not be happening, and feel, in their hearts, and identity with this young wife who is struggling, emotionally and financially, with the situation afforded her by George W. Bush, Man of the(rich)People.

During the visit, Mrs Edwards spoke on a broad range of topics, and showed that she has a grasp of the problems they will be facing, as well as the problems Americans are facing. But I really think people already know this about her. Most probably just want to meet her and exchange a few niceties, tips, and web addresses. So, again, I want to suggest that she relax, take it easy, have nice conversations with people...and not worry about making sure all the points are covered. There are too many to digest. This current administration has broken pottery in every way possible or imaginable. They are the anti-Tao, if you will...acting in direct antagonism to Nature and Spirit. Just seeing that you are genuine, authentic, honest, a champion of the people and truth...and yes, friendly, charming and graceful -- all of which come naturally -- is all she really need do. The rest is gravy. And I'm thankful for the gravy I sopped today. Hard to beat a good Southern gravy.

After wrapping up (which entails having operatives walk down the aisle with microphones in their hands, thus signalling Mrs Edwards that it was time for questions...and upon answering said questions...Mrs Edwards began greeting the crowd of well-wishers.

Being the gentleman that he is, Anonymoses Hyperlincoln, allowed elderly women to step in front of him, and have the first shake, all the while reminded of the saying about "the Baker serves his favorite last", and almost believing that, for some unknown reason, surely wrong, that he was, somehow, her favorite. Mrs' Edwards' reaction alerted him that this was indeed not the case, although she did spent a minute of two, and Mr. Hyperlincoln was able to congratulate her on her victory, and on her blogging. He said he wrote for Daily Kos and he was able to extend a greeting from the blogosphere. And he was able to invite her to come to his "Joycean blog, Anonymoses"...which she probably forgot just as quickly as she heard it.

A great visit. Try it.

John Edwards: Atticus wins the day...and debate

Cheney Contradicts Self During Debate
Edwards Upholds the Truth


Senator John Edwards


North Carolina Senator John Edwards not only did better than expected, he did better than any of the other contenders could have done.

Want proof?

Show us 10 places where Cheney won.
Then show us 10 where Edwards won.

Can't find ten for Cheney?

Case closed.

Edwards won again and again.

Contrast his performance with the performance of Joe Lieberman. Edwards said what needed to be said. He delivered the goods. Now learn from what you heard.


But guess what? The networks are calling it for Cheney! Even someone who should know better, like George Stephanopoulis, is spinning a Cheney victory.

Who is paying them to say such crap?

Wait for the commercial!

Oh look...a pharmaceutical ad!

Cut back to....no less than Joe Lieberman and Jack Kemp.

Ah! The liberal media!

ONLINE POLL RESULTS:

HARDBALL (MSNBC)
Edwards - 60%
Cheney - 40 %
1629277 responses

CBS NEWS
Edwards - 81%
Cheney - 17%

I looked at over a dozen online polls early this morning, and Edwards was the clear winner -- ranging from roughtly 70% to 90% -- in all but one of two polls.

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Examine the evidence.

JOHN EDWARDS
Mr. Vice President, you are still not being straight with the American people. I mean, the reality you and George Bush continue to tell people, first, that things are going well in Iraq -- the American people don't need us to explain this to them, they see it on their television every single day. We lost more troops in September than we lost in August; lost more in August than we lost in July; lost more in July than we lost in June.
The truth is, our men and women in uniform have been heroic. Our military has done everything they've been asked to do.
And it's not just me that sees the mess in Iraq. There are Republican leaders, like John McCain, like Richard Lugar, like Chuck Hagel, who have said Iraq is a mess and it's getting worse.
And when they were asked why, Richard Lugar said because of the incompetence of the administration.
What Paul Bremer said yesterday is they didn't have enough troops to secure the country. They also didn't have a plan to win the peace. They also didn't put the alliances together to make this successful.
We need a fresh start. We need a president who will speed up the training of the Iraqis, get more staff in for doing that. We need to speed up the reconstruction so the Iraqis see some tangible benefit. We need a new president who has the credibility, which John Kerry has, to bring others into this effort.

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Proto-YES band, Strawbs, comes to Charlotte

The late '60s and the early '70s were a most creative time in the Western World. Iconoclasts everywhere were shattering old idols, such as those that have been resussitated by the the squares among the Bushreich. In the arts, in film, in books, in lifestyles, and in music...staid, button-down, conservative bubble-gum music was being nudged out by orchestral rock, art-rock, progressive rock, not to mention the wondrous work by jazz and contemporary composers of "serious music".

Seminal in that vein, that throbbing vein of protean creativity, was a band called "Strawbs" -- who merged midaeval and renaissance music with ballads and progressive rock...among other things. And they did so, beautifully. And, thanks to the god of good things, they still do. And I was privileged to eye and earwitness it last night. I do get lucky sometime.
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But curse the god who causes paragraphs to just vanish, because I just lost 5 good paragraphs which I am too pissed to repeat. Go see the goddam band.

Fri 1 Oct - Neighborhood Theatre, Charlotte, NC
Sat 2 Oct - Redlight Cafe, Atlanta, GA
Tue 5 Oct - Bellville Opera House, Bellville, OH
Thu 7 Oct - The Strand, Lakewood, NJ
Fri 8 Oct - Bodles Opera House, Chester, NY
Sat 9 Oct - Towne Crier, Pawling, NY
Sun 10 Oct - The Tin Angel, Philadelphia, PA