Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Dark Shadows (ooo-WEEEE-eeee_oooo)
Arrrrgh. I am in my husband's paralegal's workstation this evening; a mini-hurricane tore through the town and our home address is once again victim to a widespread power-outage.
I say once again because we go a few days without power every couple of weeks, the price of living near lots and lots of trees, and having power company deregulation. They don't maintain the easements anymore, and they use chewing gum for transformers, so every cold front means BZZZZT, IRAQ for at least 48 hours.
I sometimes wonder if the delay in repair is deliberate, because each month the power company offers a terrible deal on a generator system and an over-priced sump-pump battery backup.
The neighbors ACROSS THE FRICKING STREET have their power back on, they always do; they are on a priority trunk line. It's mighty aggravating to squat in the hot heat with six malodorous cats and a flashlight, while next door they loll in cool, well-lighted rooms eating buttery microwave popcorn watching the happy photons dance across their laughing televisions.
First route of escape - the bookstore for an icy drink and the new Fortean times.
There is a kiosk there with a set of outrageous titles proving true much of what Michele had to say today about the decline of political discourse. Bushwacked! Worse than WATERGATE! 100 ways to Kill Cats the CHENEY WAY! Big fat idiots! CARTER sucks Donkey Tails! How Gore Killed your Grandmother! etc. etc. etc.
If I go back over there I'll jot down the real titles and post the entire ugly list. I had to move away from it quick, as it was causing painful jaw seizures, or I might have taken time to do that before.
What's new to me is not the level of lowness the public discourse has reached, but what the middle seems to find acceptable to say in public and in mixed company.
I'll let on what my bias is; I am sure the mainstream left doesn't believe half of what it accuses George Bush and his cronies of being and doing, but they have now decided the injection of poison is necessary to hold their side together, and bring the party back to power.
The true moonbats would peel off with anything less. And only by creating a fictitious construct of pure mendacity and evil on the part of Bush can they hope to capture the vote of moderates who love their country.
I say once again because we go a few days without power every couple of weeks, the price of living near lots and lots of trees, and having power company deregulation. They don't maintain the easements anymore, and they use chewing gum for transformers, so every cold front means BZZZZT, IRAQ for at least 48 hours.
I sometimes wonder if the delay in repair is deliberate, because each month the power company offers a terrible deal on a generator system and an over-priced sump-pump battery backup.
The neighbors ACROSS THE FRICKING STREET have their power back on, they always do; they are on a priority trunk line. It's mighty aggravating to squat in the hot heat with six malodorous cats and a flashlight, while next door they loll in cool, well-lighted rooms eating buttery microwave popcorn watching the happy photons dance across their laughing televisions.
First route of escape - the bookstore for an icy drink and the new Fortean times.
There is a kiosk there with a set of outrageous titles proving true much of what Michele had to say today about the decline of political discourse. Bushwacked! Worse than WATERGATE! 100 ways to Kill Cats the CHENEY WAY! Big fat idiots! CARTER sucks Donkey Tails! How Gore Killed your Grandmother! etc. etc. etc.
If I go back over there I'll jot down the real titles and post the entire ugly list. I had to move away from it quick, as it was causing painful jaw seizures, or I might have taken time to do that before.
What's new to me is not the level of lowness the public discourse has reached, but what the middle seems to find acceptable to say in public and in mixed company.
I'll let on what my bias is; I am sure the mainstream left doesn't believe half of what it accuses George Bush and his cronies of being and doing, but they have now decided the injection of poison is necessary to hold their side together, and bring the party back to power.
The true moonbats would peel off with anything less. And only by creating a fictitious construct of pure mendacity and evil on the part of Bush can they hope to capture the vote of moderates who love their country.
