Pointy-head…

January 23, 2009

faux_dogReaders of my blog will recall that I have great admiration for Paul Krugman and the service he has done our body-politic with his commentaries in the NYTimes.  However, like all things, he is not perfect, and today’s column shows him in full form as an out-of-touch, intellectual crank with a tin ear for the realities of politics. 

Obama didn’t say everything he would have said, so he’s obviously got it all wrong.  He expects the new prez to deliver a policy-wonk speech to welcome us to his administration.  As for the remarks Obama made about how we Americans didn’t make the “hard choices” necessary, and how we all share some blame for our problems, how about interpreting that to mean that in the past we were content to vote for politicians who told us we could get everything without paying for it, especially if the we give a lot back to the rich…which is what all of us would be if we would just cut taxes.  Krug’s remarks are similar to his silliest columns during the primary race for the nomination.

Put a sock in it Paul, and wait a bit before weighing in with both guns blazing.


WORST PRESIDENT EVER!

September 19, 2008

Train wreck …as metaphor, from Wikipedia:

The term is sometimes used metaphorically to describe a disaster that is foreseeable but unavoidable.

I sing to you of the presidency of George W. Bush:

  • I sing to you of hanging chads and a Supreme Court putsch…
  • Of the black day, September 11th, and a leader caught in the headlights of history I sing…
  • Of Hank Kissinger, proposed for a truth-finding commission, a divine oxymoron, I do raise my voice…
  • Of bullhorns, and tyrant mayor wannabees, and bloody shirts innumerable waved in flapping breezes unending…
  • Of “Swiftboating” skillful, I marvel and sing…
  • I sing to you of “Kenny Boy Lay” and Enron…
  • I sing to you of Dick Cheney intoning on the free market as emails plot market skullduggery…
  • I sing to you of fraudulent yellow cake and weapons of mass destruction unfound…
  • I sing to you of smoking gun mushroom clouds, and preemption extraordinary…
  • Yea, I sing to you of shock and awe gone shockingly awful…
  • Of Abu Ghraib…
  • Of Baghdad looting…
  • …and of Mission Accomplished I sing…
  • I do sing of Brownie doing a “helluva job” in the Crescent City…
  • Of torture made legal…
  • Of habeus corpus suspended…
  • Of secrets unknown and unknowable…
  • Of science denied, and malarky made policy…
  • Of history denied, I sing…
  • Of Ken Delay…of partisan firings unjust…of regulation defanged I sing
  • And lo, I now sing of economic meltdown, the fitting finis to a sing-song dirge I do sing…

Let us chant together with Clio, History’s muse:

worst president ever!
Worst President Ever!
WORST PRESIDENT EVER!
WORST PRESIDENT EVER!