As for the president’s Freudian slip, I’m reminded of a Sega Genesis commercial from 1994. Quarterback Joe Montana is taking a Rorschach test; as the psychiatrists (out to learn everything possible about football) flip through the images, Joe peers intently at each and repeats: “Reggie White…Reggie White…Reggie White…”.
I was nothing
Before I came to be
I was contentment
I was obscurity
Then I entered the world
And the grave world entered me
The world in terror I cursed
The world in return cursed me
with this bond: Eternity
Little Dragon, Seconds
video by taheenu
Slate’s Jacob Weisberg, (b)oracle, August 2008:
Many have discoursed on what an Obama victory could mean for America. We would finally be able to see our legacy of slavery, segregation, and racism in the rearview mirror. Our kids would grow up thinking of prejudice as a nonfactor in their lives. The rest of the world would embrace a less fearful and more open post-post-9/11 America. But does it not follow that an Obama defeat would signify the opposite? If Obama loses, our children will grow up thinking of equal opportunity as a myth. His defeat would say that when handed a perfect opportunity to put the worst part of our history behind us, we chose not to. In this event, the world’s judgment will be severe and inescapable: The United States had its day but, in the end, couldn’t put its own self-interest ahead of its crazy irrationality over race.
Spot on as always, J-Wee. Can’t wait to see what you’ve got for 2012.
more:
Isn’t it amazing how much this
The United States had its day but, in the end, couldn’t put its own self-interest ahead of its crazy irrationality over race.
sounds like a condemnation of the failing Obama Movement and the liberal hysterics which produced it, made, I don’t know, yesterday morning? It really is prescient.
Via Drudge, it appears the White House is calling on some of its strengths from 2008–the power of the Internet, the gullibility of Youth, the paranoia of progressives–to compile a massive enemies list, with a fervor and reach in which Richard Nixon would find evidence of mental instability.
They’ve set up a “watchdog” website employing a vaguely sinister stark-alarm aesthetic (think SPLC’s “Hatewatch”) where you can report suspicious activity unfair criticism of the President’s policies, politics or person. They have a list of refutations of common smears–first up: “…the President is a friend of Israel…”* (Ben-yo’s finger-wagging notwithstanding).
USA. Mad from the top down.
*Somebody tell Manhattan’s Jews not to worry: America is the nation Obama is intent on destroying through the displacement of its majority ethnicity, not Israel. Sillies!
Teeth long past repairing
picket a gape, perpetually despairing,
beneath a thousand-yard stare
(as if requisite, bad hair);
Bulbous nose–Satan’s choice!
blame it for the toad-fart voice
(Yes it must be Lucifer;
for what divine engineer
puts a head this heavy on a neck this austere?);
With pock-marked skin
and gap-toothed grin
(granted, a not-bad chin):
one mediocre specimen!
His malformed charm,
his fellowship too,
draw only the alarm
such desperate figures are due;
(silence insulates he from you)
And through that silence he says:
alive, still, no less than you…
Mother Nature’s about to learn the cost of interrupting the president’s golf game:
Obama takes charge at hurricane command center.
That’s the actual headline. The Administration is determined to use this (pardon pun) overblown crisis to implicitly juxtapose Obama’s action stance against Bush’s lame Katrina performance. Maryland’s Democratic governor assured Meet the Press: “This is a much better FEMA than the olden days”. Irene makes a better crisis too–or the Eastern Seaboard has only President Obama’s leadership to thank for averting complete societal breakdown.
But the accompanying photo suggests the president is bawling-out government employees for the slow pace of sandbag production, or something:
“I’m not going to be the one telling Michelle you guys couldn’t get Tyler Perry!”A message from the Southern Poverty Law Center:
http://www.hulu.com/embed/wdIwrWS8DmSXIKVxxd6nbA
“Racists are everywhere…People denying the existence of racism may be racist themselves.”
I’ve got a little time left and nothing to lose. You have too much of both. Everything you do is contingent on your future; I have none. You must take care; I will take advantage. You pay your tithe in hypocrisy. You’re invested. I’m busted. But I won’t go away. I’m that crank with the uncertain means of income. I’m your village atheist. I won’t humor your gods, and I’m ten feet tall. I am familiar and unsettling, something you’ve heard of but have never seen. I’m always there, in the back, glowering, moving through the dim edge of the mass. My features are never clear to you, always in shadow…
You have bought in, like everyone else, to get by; you have incurred an unexpected debt. I am here to collect. No more payment in the counterfeit that is your condescension–I’ll break your legs. We had a trust, you and I. You declared it invalid, and me contemptible; I am the perpetual loser. But what happens when the game is up? I am of the psychic barrens left behind by your rapacious bacchanal. Those wastes are always with me. You don’t know shit. I want to bring them to you. You pass me on the street, looking away in distaste; I grab you by the collar, pin you up against the wall; listen here you bastards…
The old neighborhood rises up around us; I am momentarily overcome; you try to break free but I have the strength of the manic and I hold you by the neck at arms length, your legs squirming in air, with one hand while wiping my averted eyes with the other…
You owe me an explanation. I am your incorrigible white trash, your embarrassing relations, your loud neighbors overhead going at it, fighting, fucking, going mad. Trust your instinct; don’t come up to complain. I will be gone soon enough. Then you’ll miss me. You haven’t met my understudy. Just wait…
Yes, wait here a while. I’m just getting started.
untethered