TV, AYE
I had resolved to doze in front of the TV and avoid watching cable news all day at all cost, but TV and homie don’t play that, because all this stuff kept happening, as in...

All these nice people have been coming by from the new link at smirking chimp (see below) and finding me temporarily as smart as an egotistical post and as scattered as an intellectual diaspora. When I should offering them metaphoric cake (or death?) to insure that they all come back real soon, I’m sitting around in my cybernetic longjohns scratching myself.

Then Letterman showed a clip of a small boy who, while being used as backdrop for a Bushbite, began to shake his teddy bear to death with his teeth. I can only suggest Ritalin for the problem – but have no idea what to do for the small boy. (Rimshot!)

Earlier I watched Fidel Castro fall over in the shadow of a highly heroic statue of Che Guevara and break his arm and knee. A Bush spokesthing seemed to feel that it was a omen for the return of freedom to Cuba (like in Iraq?). When asked if he wished Dr. Castro a swift recovery, the creature snapped "No!" Ungracious I thought. DOC 40 SAYS GET WELL SOON, FIDEL.

(Also get well Jett!)

And then I caught the rumor that Bill Clinton wants to be Secretary General of the United Nations, when Kofi’s deal runs out in 2006, which seems like exactly the right gig for him. Should (horror upon horror) Bush be returned to power, we may need those unmarked black helicopters to save us from the Waffen FBI when Ashcroft starts the cultural cleansing.

Ron Suskind’s lengthy piece on Bush in last Sunday’s NY Times has been scaring the shit out of many. A clip...

"And for those who don't get it? That was explained to me in late 2002 by Mark McKinnon, a longtime senior media adviser to Bush, who now runs his own consulting firm and helps the president. He started by challenging me. ''You think he's an idiot, don't you?'' I said, no, I didn't. ''No, you do, all of you do, up and down the West Coast, the East Coast, a few blocks in southern Manhattan called Wall Street. Let me clue you in. We don't care. You see, you're outnumbered 2 to 1 by folks in the big, wide middle of America, busy working people who don't read The New York Times or Washington Post or The L.A. Times. And you know what they like? They like the way he walks and the way he points, the way he exudes confidence. They have faith in him. And when you attack him for his malaprops, his jumbled syntax, it's good for us. Because you know what those folks don't like? They don't like you!'' In this instance, the final ''you,'' of course, meant the entire reality-based community."

The full story (but hurry, I don’t think it’ll be free much longer)...
http://www.nytimes.com/2004/10/17/magazine/17BUSH.html?pagewanted=all&position

And for our Vulcan readers...
UNDER BUSH WE WILL NOT PROSPER AND MAY NOT LIVE LONG.

Check the thoughts of Chairperson hipspinster – http://hipspinster.blogspot.com/

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