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20091223
Let's get back to this:
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A handy tip: When you're giving your infant child a cupcake bigger than their entire torso, it's possible your parenting skills are in question.
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A handy tip: When you're giving your infant child a cupcake bigger than their entire torso, it's possible your parenting skills are in question.
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20091222
You only live twice
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Why so surprised?
As any realpolitikian will tell you, the public option never stood a chance.
This is America.
Money is free speech.
And the Health care system affects one-sixth of the U.S. economy.
Now, boys and girls, what is a Senator to do?
What is the Democratic party to do?
Cicero said it well, "the sinews of war are infinite money." Can any political party, in America, interested in preserving and expanding political power do so without the huge financial contribution of the pharmaceutical and health insurance industry?
What was Obama to do? Stand up to special interests and risk to see the GOP---rather than the Democratic Party---be the prime recipient of the industry largess?
Madmike said it well, "Obama is no Harry Potter."
It can't happen here.
Meanwhile in Hoggart:
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Why so surprised?
As any realpolitikian will tell you, the public option never stood a chance.
This is America.
Money is free speech.
And the Health care system affects one-sixth of the U.S. economy.
Now, boys and girls, what is a Senator to do?
What is the Democratic party to do?
Cicero said it well, "the sinews of war are infinite money." Can any political party, in America, interested in preserving and expanding political power do so without the huge financial contribution of the pharmaceutical and health insurance industry?
What was Obama to do? Stand up to special interests and risk to see the GOP---rather than the Democratic Party---be the prime recipient of the industry largess?Madmike said it well, "Obama is no Harry Potter."
It can't happen here.
Meanwhile in Hoggart:
“Settle down, people,” called Remus Lupin, the current DADA teacher for Hogwarts, who had not—yet—succumbed to the supposed jinx on the position. Then again, Voldemort was dead, so maybe that was it. This class was combined Gryffindors and Slytherins seventh years. The war had had a peculiar effect on inter-House rivalry. On the one hand, it was difficult to hate someone you had worked with, stayed alive with, and risked your life with for the past year. On the other, some Houses, especially Slytherins, had lost many family members at the hands of the Order, many of whom were from Gryffindor. So you had Slytherins who secretly mingled with Gryffindors and Slytherins who hated Gryffindors with all their guts. It was like sneaking out after curfew—you weren’t proud of it, you never talked about it, you despised people who did it, but you did it yourself when no one was looking.
The line between the two Houses, now, were much blurrier, much less defined, but it was still there, as present as any of the students—invincible. Remus sighed and hoped that one day it would disappear.
“Now, I’m going to assume you all know what a boggart is and how to get rid of it.”The class was silent—
“Sir?” Predictably, it was Neville Longbottom who raised his hand to ask the question that many of them longed to ask but did not dare. He had done this all his life, after all. “I forgot the spell.”
A collective breath of relief passed through the crowd like a gust of wind as they all let out the breaths no one admitted to have been holding. “A good question, Mr. Longbottom. Anyone?”
Remus scanned the crowd for the one hand he knew would pop up.
Sure enough, Hermione Granger’s now scarred hand hit the air and she called out, “Ridikulus!”
“Very good, Miss Granger. Five points to Gryffindor. Now, I am going to call on certain of you to step up and defeat the boggart. Please do not be shy, and refrain from laughing at other students’ fears, unless you would like to be laughed at in turn. Patil, Parvati!”
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20091221
The Voice of Reason
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Thank you! Thank you for trying to educate them liberal "dogmatist" out there about the reality of politics. It's a tough job but someone's got to do it. Max Baucus could not have said it any better.
Let's face it, most liberal "dogmatists" do not understand realpolitik the way Obama does.
Maybe this will help:
President Obama declared last week on ABC News that without healthcare reform the federal government would go bankrupt.
It's a reality. The Republicans know it. The Democrats know it.
This is the first refreshingly honest words that ever came out of Washington about what the so-called reform is really about. It's not about the people---it never was. It's about $$$.
Enters The Bill:
It's a bill that the Insurance Industry can live with and it will fix a situation that was threatening to become unmanageable for the government---any government.
You've heard it straight from the horse's mouth.
This, essentially, is what the bill is all about.
It's not a progressive bill.
It's not a centrist bill.
It is pretty much to the right of the political spectrum as such bills go.
It's a bill that the GOP could have written and could have been proud to own.
It's a good Republican bill.
Except that had a Republican congress or a Republican president, like say Bush, or even Reagan the great, tried to push such a bill, liberals (and these "dogmatic" leftists that Obama was decrying, and quite possibly Unions) would have been up in arms in the streets.
It took Nixon to go to China.
And it took Obama to shove that bill down the throat of his progressive base.
And ultimately it took Lieberman to put that pesky Public Option to rest---at long last. Well done "brother".
It is more or less the health care plan Max Baucus had introduced three months ago---before, imagine the nerve, congress dared tamper with it to include a public option, much to the White House's chagrin.
It is the bill that the main stream media had been cheer-leading for---the bill Chris Mathew was advocating on MSNBC.
All is well.
Quinty is right, Obama is "not a miracle worker"---he only played one on TV during the presidential campaign.
Obama is a grocery clerk. A store manager. A corporate state administrator whose job it is to take and implement the unpalatable decisions that the GOP wouldn't and couldn't take---what are Democrats for?
Just what thedoctor healthcare industry ordered.
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Thank you! Thank you for trying to educate them liberal "dogmatist" out there about the reality of politics. It's a tough job but someone's got to do it. Max Baucus could not have said it any better.
Let's face it, most liberal "dogmatists" do not understand realpolitik the way Obama does.
Maybe this will help:President Obama declared last week on ABC News that without healthcare reform the federal government would go bankrupt.
It's a reality. The Republicans know it. The Democrats know it.
This is the first refreshingly honest words that ever came out of Washington about what the so-called reform is really about. It's not about the people---it never was. It's about $$$.
Enters The Bill:
It's a bill that the Insurance Industry can live with and it will fix a situation that was threatening to become unmanageable for the government---any government.
You've heard it straight from the horse's mouth.
This, essentially, is what the bill is all about.
It's not a progressive bill.
It's not a centrist bill.
It is pretty much to the right of the political spectrum as such bills go.
It's a bill that the GOP could have written and could have been proud to own.
It's a good Republican bill.
Except that had a Republican congress or a Republican president, like say Bush, or even Reagan the great, tried to push such a bill, liberals (and these "dogmatic" leftists that Obama was decrying, and quite possibly Unions) would have been up in arms in the streets.
It took Nixon to go to China.
And it took Obama to shove that bill down the throat of his progressive base.
And ultimately it took Lieberman to put that pesky Public Option to rest---at long last. Well done "brother".
It is more or less the health care plan Max Baucus had introduced three months ago---before, imagine the nerve, congress dared tamper with it to include a public option, much to the White House's chagrin.
It is the bill that the main stream media had been cheer-leading for---the bill Chris Mathew was advocating on MSNBC.
All is well.
Quinty is right, Obama is "not a miracle worker"---he only played one on TV during the presidential campaign.
Obama is a grocery clerk. A store manager. A corporate state administrator whose job it is to take and implement the unpalatable decisions that the GOP wouldn't and couldn't take---what are Democrats for?
Just what the
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20091220
I would like to beg a favor of the assembled body ...
Drink a toast, if you would, to the memory of my cat, Donovan, who died yesterday morning.
As you can see, he had the color of a fine, Irish cat to go with his fine, Irish name.
I did not name either him or my remaining cat, Siouxsie--I inherited them from previous owners.
Donovan was a fuzzy tabby cat with no front claws. He was about 15. He was lot like Sylvester in the cartoons where the clownish pussycat flees from one state of panic to another--I once referred to him as a "little fuzzy embodiment of my id."
As my friend Jen could attest, when we spoke on the phone for much more than a minute, we could always count upon one or both of my cats to come and join me--Donovan typically curled up at my side.
He used to burrow his way in-between me and my ex-girlfriend when we slept spoon-style. Once I woke in the night and was momentarily afraid--"Oh, we're crushing Donovan!"
I moved back to look and I never saw him happier in my life: Purr, purr, "Hi, Ben! It's warm here!"
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As you can see, he had the color of a fine, Irish cat to go with his fine, Irish name.
I did not name either him or my remaining cat, Siouxsie--I inherited them from previous owners.Donovan was a fuzzy tabby cat with no front claws. He was about 15. He was lot like Sylvester in the cartoons where the clownish pussycat flees from one state of panic to another--I once referred to him as a "little fuzzy embodiment of my id."
As my friend Jen could attest, when we spoke on the phone for much more than a minute, we could always count upon one or both of my cats to come and join me--Donovan typically curled up at my side.
He used to burrow his way in-between me and my ex-girlfriend when we slept spoon-style. Once I woke in the night and was momentarily afraid--"Oh, we're crushing Donovan!"
I moved back to look and I never saw him happier in my life: Purr, purr, "Hi, Ben! It's warm here!"
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20091219
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