Sunday, August 5, 2007

Meanwhile, in Blogtopia...


Lance Mannion artfully dissects Harry Potter and The Deathly Hollows. Lance is the "hip, slick, and cool" English teacher that dorky nerds like me had wet dreams about.

Go to The Grey Matter for The Angry Liberal's thoughts about Hillary and her promising chances of her capturing the White House. I don't entirely agree with him, but it's tasty food for thought. Please sir, may I have some more?

Over at Hullabaloo, Dover Bitch righteously kicks the shit out of Rudy Giuliani. Like his buddy Bush, Rudy was another useless, limp-dick ghoul of a politician who used the smoking ruins of 9/11 as a photo-op.

Logan Murphy at Crooks and Liars informs us that the Iraq power grid is on the verge of collapse. It's amazing. Because the United States has fucked up the war so royally, the Iraqis are looking back on Saddam's reign of terror as "The Good Old Days".

Dennis Miller sucks Bill O'Reilly's cock. I see dead comedians...

On a special episode of "CSI: Chicago", Driftglass does an autopsy on the Mainstream News Media. Viewer discretion advised.

Cannablog uses a time machine to go back to the days when MTV was good.

Finally, here's Meteor Blades:

I know what a lot of you 57 Democratic Representatives and Senators are going to be saying over the next month while you’re speaking on the home turf. You did it to protect Americans. You didn’t want to take a chance. You had to stand up to the terrorists. You really had no choice.

If anybody asks why in hell you chose to legalize what the Cheney-Bush team has been doing illegally since 2001, you’re going to tell us you did it for our own good. You amended the 29-year-old Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act – originally passed to put some modest restrictions on agencies whose outrageous and frequently illegal behavior had been exposed by journalists and the Church Committee – to make us safe. You’re going to tell us you’ve got our backs.

You’re going to claim we can depend on you to be tough against terrorists even though you just put your foreheads to the floor at the feet of the most loathsome duo ever to sink their talons into the office of the Presidency. You’re going to tell us you couldn’t stand up to the blackmail, although that's not what you'll call it. You’re going to say Democrats can’t afford to appear weak.

At which point, if I happen to be in the back of the room, your bodyguards will probably have to drag me off. Because I cannot imagine how I will be able to quiet my laughter long enough for you to get on to the next question.

Frankly, you epitomize weak. Your every pore exudes feebleness. You are surrender monkeys. And you’ve just casually tossed away a basic protection as if it were a banana peel.

Go read the rest. You'll be cheering even as the tears start running down your face. And then go punch the wall, drink a shot of Jack, call up your friends and scream incoherently (but politely) for several minutes, and get ready to do it all over again. Just don't give up.

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