So… 8 November 2010Posted by marisacat in 2010 Mid Terms, 2012 Re Election, Culture of Death, DC Politics, Inconvenient Voice of the Voter, Lie Down Fall Down Dems, Total fucking lunatics.
Workers lift the head of a giant statue of Jesus Christ onto its body in Swiebodzin, western Poland. A statue of Jesus Christ that its builders say will be the largest in the world is rising from a Polish cabbage field and local officials hope it will become a beacon for tourists [REUTERS]
… is this the ultimate cabbage patch doll? Or what?
In a not unrelated matter, Frank Rich on current events… For once I agree with him… wretched political reporter, liberal head patter, op/ed crafter he may be.
AFTER his “shellacking,” President Obama had to do something. But who had the bright idea of scheduling his visit to India for right after this election? The Democrats’ failure to create jobs was at the heart of the shellacking. Nothing says “outsourcing” to the American public more succinctly than India. But the White House didn’t figure this out until the eve of Obama’s Friday departure, when it hastily rebranded his trip as a jobs mission.
Perhaps the president should visit one of the Indian call centers policing Americans’ credit-card debts to feel our pain.
There’s an idea…. but I read it is why he is not daring to go near Bangalore, possibly the best known of the outsourcing centers.
Water over the crumbling bridge:
Optics matter. If Washington is tumbling into a political crisis as the recovery continues to lag, maybe the president shouldn’t get out of Dodge. If the White House couldn’t fill a 13,000-seat arena in blue Cleveland the weekend before the midterms, maybe it shouldn’t have sent the president there. If an administration charged with confronting a Great Recession knew that its nominee for secretary of the Treasury serially cut corners on his taxes, maybe it should have considered other options. Shoulda, woulda, coulda. Well, here we are. …
The one enjoyable thing is…. the Dems are mad enough, directionless enough that gossip, knives, loud whispers, truths and untruths are going to abound.
For years. Roll that tub of popcorn over……………
And, along the way, two years of a long, passive-aggressive, whiney-as-all-hell Good-Bye from The Foundling.
I don’t care about all those ”sage” commentators cautioning how long two years is in politics… he’s finished.
I cannot see how he makes it.
May they all claw each other to death. Or bite. Their choice.