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: If You Can't Lie No Better Than That...*
You Might As Well Tell The Truth.
With the philosophy portion is out of the way, The Crank finally weighs in on Lieberpalooza '06. It's not as though there were any rush. His constituents' public rebuke was long overdue and sadly limited in scope, considering how many of his imitators are free to carry on as they always have. This holds true regardless of whether he ends up winning or not.
In fact, I had hoped to link to a particular/typical clump of Democratic faithful denial that I stepped in barefoot last Sunday morning. Serves me right for knowing it wasn't the proper neighborhood for The Crank to be touring in the first place. Unfortunately, I couldn't locate it again today. All this stuff blurs together over time. You'll have to forgive me on grounds that I have never aspired to be a big-name red-toothed blogger/journalist. Or because you know me to have all the computer savvy of a freshly-canned snail.
Along with the obligatory sneer at He Who Must (Or Need) Not Be Named Again, came a sentimental bleat that revealed more than its writer meant it to. Her/his claim was that as long as the DP remains the party of Waters, Kucinich, and the other legions [sic] of compassionate proggies, it would be churlish and cruel for "us" to leave the DP. When they head out, said Sentimental Lady/Gentleman, it will be time for us to head out.+ Well, I've never been one to avoid kicking one leg out from under an argument that was built missing the other three anyway. Spare me, Ms/Mr. Sentimental.
( Just This Once, Spare Me. )
+I'll put five-to-one odds on this clown having an "If The People Lead, The Leaders Will Follow" bumper sticker on his/her car, too.
*With humble thanks to Delbert McClinton, and also to Deborah Coleman. It was her last CD which introduced me to the song.
You Might As Well Tell The Truth.
With the philosophy portion is out of the way, The Crank finally weighs in on Lieberpalooza '06. It's not as though there were any rush. His constituents' public rebuke was long overdue and sadly limited in scope, considering how many of his imitators are free to carry on as they always have. This holds true regardless of whether he ends up winning or not.
In fact, I had hoped to link to a particular/typical clump of Democratic faithful denial that I stepped in barefoot last Sunday morning. Serves me right for knowing it wasn't the proper neighborhood for The Crank to be touring in the first place. Unfortunately, I couldn't locate it again today. All this stuff blurs together over time. You'll have to forgive me on grounds that I have never aspired to be a big-name red-toothed blogger/journalist. Or because you know me to have all the computer savvy of a freshly-canned snail.
Along with the obligatory sneer at He Who Must (Or Need) Not Be Named Again, came a sentimental bleat that revealed more than its writer meant it to. Her/his claim was that as long as the DP remains the party of Waters, Kucinich, and the other legions [sic] of compassionate proggies, it would be churlish and cruel for "us" to leave the DP. When they head out, said Sentimental Lady/Gentleman, it will be time for us to head out.+ Well, I've never been one to avoid kicking one leg out from under an argument that was built missing the other three anyway. Spare me, Ms/Mr. Sentimental.
( Just This Once, Spare Me. )
+I'll put five-to-one odds on this clown having an "If The People Lead, The Leaders Will Follow" bumper sticker on his/her car, too.
*With humble thanks to Delbert McClinton, and also to Deborah Coleman. It was her last CD which introduced me to the song.