Average worker
You’re a shirker.
Off your duff.
No more free stuff.
Businessman.
Deserves a hand.
Can’t give enough
Here’s more free stuff.
Average worker
You’re a shirker.
Off your duff.
No more free stuff.
Businessman.
Deserves a hand.
Can’t give enough
Here’s more free stuff.
Bernie Sanders understands very well that he cannot win the Democratic nomination, let alone get elected and accomplish his legislative objectives, without a tidal wave of support from people who have never seen fit to participate in politics before. Is that a realistic possibility?
I don’t think so. The only scenario in which I can see such a thing happening requires the convergence of a young, charismatic candidate and a huge national crisis. Under different circumstances, that could have been Obama in 2008. It certainly isn’t Sanders at a time when unemployment is at 5%.
There once was a woman named Hill.
She answered the questions until
The chairman got tired.
He should have been fired.
The public long since had its fill.
Jeb Bush is standing on the terrace of an expensive condo in Miami. He looks pensive. He speaks.
Jeb: Rubio, Rubio, wherefore art thou, Rubio?
Marco approaches in the square below and responds.
Marco: Here, my former liege.
Jeb: Why hast thou betrayed me, Rubio?
Marco: Thou gaveth me a sword. Didst thou not expect me to use it?
Jeb: On the Democrats, Rubio, the Democrats.
Marco: The time hath come for a new band of leaders. Thou art too old. Thy energy is waning.
Jeb: Long life is a good thing.
Marco: And thy brother is an albatross. Thou claimeth to be thy own man, yet thou useth his advisors. It looks bad.
Jeb: My brother is a problem, I’ll grant you. But thou stoleth my donors! My friends!
Marco: Politics are not for the overly scrupulous, or the faint of heart.
Jeb: Thou wouldst have been my successor. I would have given thee my blessing in 2024.
Marco: The time is now. I leave for Iowa. He leaves.
Jeb: Fool I was to be his friend.
I’ll fight him to the bitter end.
He goes back in the condo and turns on the A/C.
“Can’t live with them; can’t live without them” encapsulates the relationship between the PBPs and the Reactionaries. From the PBP side, Reactionary votes are necessary to win power, but Reactionary excesses damage the GOP brand and make victory in presidential elections much less likely. From the Reactionary perspective, the alliance with the PBPs wins elections, but only results in frustration afterwards.
Reactionaries in the House are already operating as a de facto third party. The question now is what actions, if any, would cause them to formalize that arrangement. I plan to discuss that in a future post.
Everything about Fiorina’s background suggests that she is a PBP. However, her passionate prattling about abortion was her most memorable moment (other than her interactions with Trump) at the last debate, which means we don’t have a definitive answer at this point.
I would hope that the candidates will be asked a question about the debt ceiling and government shutdowns at the next debate. That will be the acid test. Anyone who is even willing to consider refusing to lift the debt limit is a Reactionary. What will Fiorina say? My guess is that she will out herself as a PBP, and her support on the far right will collapse as a result.
Let’s just say it lived down to my expectations.
According to the NYT, Robert Mugabe was just awarded a Confucius Peace Prize. Really. I’m not making this up.
I don’t think the rest of the world will be impressed.
Benjamin Netanyahu has made it clear, most recently during the Israeli election, that negotiations with the Palestinians are a waste of time for the foreseeable future. He believes, instead, in conflict management. As this approach has been applied in Gaza, it is commonly referred to as “cutting the grass.”
(As an aside, it was his objective to coerce the US to launch periodic air strikes in Iran–i.e., to “cut the grass”– for him. Obama refused to be his lawn guy. No wonder he was so pissed off.)
In the short term, you would have to say that the Israeli government’s tactics (build the wall, change facts on the ground through settlements, and make the minimum diplomatic efforts necessary to satisfy the outside world) have been reasonably successful. Gaza is a flea bite, and the West Bank has been largely quiet for several years, mostly because the PA has been willing to act as Israel’s policeman in exchange for the illusion of power and a negotiated two-state solution. No progress has been made on the latter for several years. The question is, how long can this last?
In the longer term, Israel has three points of vulnerability:
The bottom line is that “cutting the grass” isn’t going to work forever. Calling everyone who disagrees with you a Nazi doesn’t accomplish much, either.
When you offend your hosts by suggesting that someone else is guilty of a crime to which they have already admitted, it is time to STFU.
In this instance, discretion was clearly the better part of valor.
Newt Gingrich
Feminine itch
Dennis Hastert
Out to pasture
John Boehner
Eric Cantor
K. McCarthy
See you later.
Paul Ryan
Next in line?
Pretty soon
He’ll be dyin’.
The ideal thing would be to create a parody of “Volare,” but I can’t write in Italian, so this will have to do:
I was posted in Benghazi
When the uprising went down.
You could see the trouble brewing.
There was anarchy in town.
Armed gangs were approaching
The embassy that day.
We tried to call for help, but
All help was far away.
They blew up everything they could
And left the place a ruin.
We did our best to stop them, but
It was nothing doing.
I’d like to think that all my friends
Didn’t die in vain.
But the squabbling that ensued
Deserves only disdain.
Investigate, for all you’re worth
The failures that took place.
But don’t forget our tragedy
Still has a human face.
Election time is drawing near.
A reckoning’s at hand.
But please think twice before you draw
New lines in the sand.
Here come old hat head
He come flying his jet plane
He got golden bombast
He one golf course shaman
He got brains just above his knees
Got to be a joker ’cause he’s good on TV
He wear no toupee
He got high fence fever
He got Fox News bluster
He shoot Guatemalans
He say “I and I and I and me”
One thing I can tell you is my time isn’t free.
Come together, right now, over me.
Parody of “Come Together” by Lennon/McCartney
Lines of cold, exhausted people
Trudging down the road.
Their possessions on their backs.
It’s not a heavy load.
Braving dogs and border guards.
Smugglers take their fees.
Crowded trains and leaky boats.
Praying to be free.
It’s the Crusades in reverse.
As far as I can tell,
If the journey’s bad as this
Then home’s a living hell.