Get out yer crystal ball, folks, tomorrow may provide a glimpse into the future for The Ol’ Ball Coach, The Evil Genius, The Kaiser of the Visor. GetThePicture thinks there may be fairways as far as the eye can see if Spurrier can’t pull off an upset against the mighty Dawgs. Nothing would make the Bulldawg Nation happier than to have a BIG part in sending Ol’ Whiney off to his duly earned early retirement.
At American Digest, Gerard writes a pointed eulogy to the demise of the Democratic Party. Read the whole thing. I feel his anguish at what some Americans have become.
For some time, I expected there would be a turning around among many Democrats. I expected that the better angels of their nature would triumph and lead them out of the moral swamp into which they were wading deeper with every passing month.
In the last fortnight, however, I have come to the place where the whole sorry spectacle and circus of the Democrats has finally filled me with disgust and revulsion. The party whose ideals once excited me has become a mockery, a dumbshow, a parody of itself, and a dangerous parody at that.
Instead of inspiration the Democrat Party delivers shopworn socialist solution, numbing boredom, sheer despair, intellectual and spiritual poverty, sexism, and the worst sort of racism seen since it gave birth to the Klu Klux Klan. Classical racism loathes “the other.” The new racism of the Democrat requires one loathe oneself first and last, and to accuse those that do not of racism. To paraphrase Bob Dylan, “The Democrats want to get you down in the hole that they’re in.”
Instead of telling us what sort of New Jerusalem it would have us build as our City on the Hill, the party requires that its members root about in the ghettos of the soul, to ponder the rightness or wrongness of the very babies of its opponents. Instead of waving the bright banners of America triumphant, the Party dons the rags and bones of defeatism and appeasement and moves about the country like a tarted-up Typhoid Mary, infecting all who kiss its chancred lips. As a party, it’s a poxed whore for whom no condom is thick enough. It’s a death trip.
[…] Like they say in the National Parks, “Once a bear is hooked on garbage, there’s no cure.”
Obama has stepped in it again. He just can’t seem to get that smelly stuff off his shoes. His latest ad claims McCain is such an old fogey, he doesn’t know how to use a computer.
Well, I guess it depends on what you mean by “extraordinary.” The reason he doesn’t send email is that he can’t use a keyboard because of the relentless beatings he received from the Viet Cong in service to our country. From the Boston Globe (March 4, 2000):
McCain gets emotional at the mention of military families needing food stamps or veterans lacking health care. The outrage comes from inside: McCain’s severe war injuries prevent him from combing his hair, typing on a keyboard, or tying his shoes. Friends marvel at McCain’s encyclopedic knowledge of sports. He’s an avid fan – Ted Williams is his hero – but he can’t raise his arm above his shoulder to throw a baseball.
In a similar vein I guess it’s an outrage that the blind governor of New York David Patterson doesn’t know how to drive a car. After all, transportation issues are pretty important. How dare he serve as governor while being ignorant of what it’s like to navigate New York’s highways.
Oops. I guess maybe if Obama had bothered to Google something as simple as “McCain keyboard”, he could have saved himself a pile of money. As well as the egg on his face. But he’s the most qualified to serve as POTUS – now don’t you forget that.
UPDATE: Ace has the money shot.