(September 7, 2010 at 3:46 pm)DeistPaladin Wrote: These days, we have two political parties: the crazy fascists and the milquetoast moderates.
The crazy fascists run our country into the ground and until voters elect milquetoast moderates into positions of power. ...
Quite a maddening cycle, no doubt. And the majority of the American people are dumb enough to fall for it yet again. Clinton screwed up, and we got Bush. Bush was great until people realized he was going to have us in Iraq forever, while ignoring bin Laden and the gang in Pakistan or whatever cave he was in. People are getting disgruntled with Obama because he can't turn Bush's colossal screw-ups around in the blink of an eye, and whatever right-wing politicians use the words "god" and "freedom" enough times (like Bush 1 and 2) will when the day once again in November. And people will vote for them, no matter qualified or intelligent they are. Beck has built his whole career on people like that, which says all we need to know.
Off-topic: "milquetoast" is my new favorite word.
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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