According to Wingnutia, the President making a self deprecating joke about how his bowling score couldn't make it in the Special Olympics is ruining the country. It demeans the Presidency and insults our allies.
Steve, always the backwards thinker, points out to his enlightened followers how us stupid libruls have fallen into his nefarious plot.
The best part of the plan though, is going to see the look on the
Left's faces as they realize that while they thought that they had
destroyed Conservatism, they have simply put in place the conditions
which will ensure its validity for the next thirty years. And we couldn't have done it without them.
I am so sick and tired of these “esoteric” discussions about the
flawless, formless, and timeless beauty of conservatism. It is utter
nonsense. We got unchecked “conservatism” the past eight years, and
instead of water, it felt more like urine, as they pissed all over us.
Conservatism brought us an expanded surveillance state, intervention
into a man’s marriage, unchecked budgets, war of aggression, torture, a
rejection and mockery of both science and the rule of law, the
unchecked executive branch, and on and on and on. The conservative
standard bearers are now Sarah Palin and Eric Cantor and Rush Limbaugh
and Joe the Plumber.
That's right, after 8 years (I would argue 28 years) of Conservatism telling us what is best we have now seen that the real message is one of the abusive Daddy. He cares for our needs by day, keeping us fearful of the groping we will receive under the cover of darkness. And now that we have grown and told the old pervert "NO!", it cajoles us with the stories of the horrors we will find should we leave it's calloused embrace. No socialist can care for us like Daddy. When we see that others cannot fix the damage that Daddy's groping touch has caused, we will come home ... to Daddy.
Conservatism is diseased, in and of itself. It needed no liberal agenda to kill it. Like a parasite that consumes its host the Cons have had reign for 28 years, and only now have found themselves attempting to justify their own perverse hungers. And the best they can muster is 'better the devil you know'. I'm certain that that, in itself, makes Joe the Plumber horny.
-- There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old's life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged.
One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession
with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted,
socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The
other, of course, involves orcs.
I've been trying to get to posting this for 2 days now, so it might seem a little johnny-come-lately.
I was there when the building housing Boodles blew up. If I had left the house just 1 minute later than I did, I would have been right behind the building when it exploded. As it happened, I was 2 blocks away, waiting to cross Main Street on Wilson. I was idling behind a white truck at the intersection waiting for the light when I heard a 'whoomp-boom' kinda sound. My truck shook like hell, and it weighs about 4 and a half tons. The first thought going through my head was a remembrance of growing up in the Bitterroot, along the flight path of the SR-71s, and the massive sonic booms there that would break windows. I got rolled by a horse once because of those (didn't even break a bone, but I just don't suggest ever having that happen to you.) It probably only took a fraction of a second to dismiss that possibility. My next thought was that someone had hit my truck from behind. I couldn't see anyone there, but given the heavy snowfall and the 6 inches on the bedcover I could have missed a small car coming from behind. So, I opened the truck door and leaned out looking for someone behind me, fighting the seat belt as I did. There was nobody there that I could see.
I had been watching a person waiting on the other side of Main as this pedestrian was agitatedly waiting to cross at the signal light. When the shake happened, they fell backwards on their butt. I remember thinking 'that must have hurt'. Within milliseconds thoughts of my own situation took hold. Having dismissed the thought of being rear-ended, I began to think that someone had thrown a huge snowball down on the truck, but that made no sense. Another person, having come up to the pedestrian on the other side of the street, helped them up, and they both began pointing towards the East. Please notice, all of this took place within a half a minute. Then the waiting started. That seemed like half an hour, though it was probably only another half a minute.
The light changed, and we started moving forward. But the people coming from both sides slowed and stopped in the middle of the intersection. Those coming from the South suddenly changed their turn signals from going East to going West. The truck ahead of me slowed to stopping, and then sped on through the intersection. I stopped to let a white car turning west in front of me through the intersection and then pulled forward into Main Street. I couldn't help but slow to a crawl as I looked in the direction that the pedestrians were pointing. 2 blocks away was a massive brown cloud, the color of dirty buckskin, rolling down the street towards us. There were a few people on the sidewalks, mostly just standing and pointing, but a few were running towards us and a very few running towards the plume. There were objects flying about, but I had no idea what they were. I couldn't really take the time to process what was happening as yet.
As I pulled through the street towards work, I did notice that other drivers were being remarkably polite, allowing people to turn in front of them against the flow of traffic and acting in ways that were remarkably helpful. That, more than anything, let me know that something major had just happened. And in an instant, I knew with clarity that they were as remarkably confused as I was but were behaving well. That part of human spirit alone will live with me until I die.
I was anxious, no, rather desperate to get to work at that point. I knew that the guys in our Receiving department would have the radio on. But I can't even begin to describe how awful the streets were at that point. 'Slick as snot' just doesn't convey the danger. About 3 blocks South of Main, an older man ran out into the street right in front of me. He didn't look right at the time, and I screamed many profanities at him as I tried to stop the truck. I turned into the curb, and almost went sideways into the traffic. I was able to stop well before hitting him, and I realize now that he was probably vastly more panicked than I was.
From the time of the explosion until I was able to make it to the University, park the truck, and make my way into the store was about 15 minutes. As I stomped into the receiving area, the first words out of my mouth were "What the fuck just happened"? On the radio, they didn't know what blew up, but they were already saying that something downtown had gone boom. I'd like to say that that calmed me down, but it didn't. From the time I'd almost hit the old guy until we knew that it was likely a gas explosion, what was going through my mind was that some militia asshole, or disgruntled Bozemanite, had deliberately blown up the new city offices. I was equal parts pissed-off and scared, and definitely running on a serious adrenaline burn. Almost right after I got to work, we had a long meeting and then a long day. I was able to talk to my beloved (we live on the East side of town) and make sure that she was okay about 12:30. Probably more important was that she was able to make sure that I was okay. That night, after spending many hours on the phone with friends and family, the adrenaline burn gave way, and I crashed ... hard.
I'm not writing this as a serious addition to the news of what happened. Others have done a vastly better job of documentation then I could have done. I write this only such that my tale be told in the record of that awful Thursday morning.
I want to state again what I have stated elsewhere. I am terribly proud of those who responded to this tragedy with effort and aplomb. The Fire Fighters of Gallatin county, City Fire Unit One, Governor Schweitzer, and the entirety of the city administration. You did us right, and made us proud. I also want to thank the bloggers who paid heed to this event: The good folks over at 4 & 20 Blackbirds and especially the commenterGoof, the notorious Mark T. and his commenter Bob, and Jay at Left in the West.
We done okay, Bozeman, and we will get through this.
It is once again my closing month, so I will only post as I am able. But I would be remiss if I didn't point to the funny (Not haha funny, but farooking insane funny) of the wingnuts in our midst.
First on the docket, we have the head-in-name-only of the RNC, Michael Steele. He bends over to kiss the festering butt polyp that kept the real Republican leader, Rush Limbaugh, out of the Vietnam war. That must have been pleasant.
Second, we have Bobby Jindal, liar extraordinaire. After completely disgracing himself on national television, he went to Disneyland. Meanwhile, the sane folk dug into his lies, and exposed them for what they are. And as if that weren't enough in Mr. Jindal's neighborhood, we now find him "GLAD" that Steele kissed Limbaugh's festering butt polyp, this after admitting he had no clue what the flap was about. All hail the festering butt polyp.
Sadly, the wingnuts closer to home are getting more desperate. Jay Stevens let's us know that Jon Tester has disdain for a renewal of the so called 'Assault Weapons ban'. All the wingnuts want to do is talk more about what has been dismissed, even by others in the comments to that very post. But what is shocking in it's insanity is that they will even bring up the idea that we sane folk believe this to be a pointless wedge issue as evidence that we need to engage them about it.
Like MarkT(rotsky) has stated before...
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Listen closely - I won't repeat: It's a wedge issue.
It's not surprising that the discussion has been shutdown. I'm amazed that Stevens even broached the subject in the fist place.
They simply have no method within reason to understand how irrelevant they have become. They honestly believe that because something is a 'wedge issue', that they must be engaged. No they don't. The rest of us have moved on. They are simply twerps on the playground taking turns kissing Rush Limbaugh's butt polyps on dare. Leave them to it.
After all, it's amusing, in a pouring-salt-on-slugs kind of way ..