Saturday, November 25, 2017

Hate Mail

If Edith Piaf had known Simps she might have sung her song a bit differently.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras,
Il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie nécrose ...

Update:  I don't go looking for the dribbleage from Duncan's blog, they volunteer to act as specimens of the kind of thinking and, um..... I suppose it might be called "discourse" of the kind that has led the American left into a half century into the political wilderness, ten years longer than Moses led the Children of Israel through one, and they got to the outskirts of the promised land.   The American left, still stuck in the habits of thought such folk embody, is no where near even figuring out what the right direction is and they're doing their best to make the next generation as clueless as ours has been.   Duncan's rump of regulars isn't the exclusive example of that but it's certainly typical of it.   

I would rather have been writing more about how those heroes of clueless founders worship set things up, intentionally, to thwart equality, justice and democracy but, hey,  the Republican-fascist attempt to cast a smoke screen to get the pedophile Roy Moore the senate win wasn't my doing, either.  

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