Turbulent Times


There's a line in the book The Sweet Science where A.J. Liebling describes the conclusion of an Archie Moore fight using a music analogy...I don't have the book with me, but the quote is something like, 'and then, like when the pianist begins the loud bangs on the keyboard that signal even to the uninitated that the concerto is coming to an end.'

Well, it seems as if the country is about to discover that the proverbial day of reckoning, if not upon us, is staring us in the face...the beginning of the end of an administration led by a man uniquely unqualified to hold high office--and, who, upon assuming office, governed with all the astuteness of a drunken sailor (while goaded on by the pure 200 proof evil that is Dick Cheney). Welcome to roller coaster market volatility, and a genuinely pathetic rhetorical game of hide the mess in Iraq, where evidently the success of the surge was lost on the Iraqis themselves.

Wasted lives, wasted money, and all for a stupid political game of "show up the libruls," which, in a nutshell, has been the last 30 years of "conservative philosophy" (aided by a corporate media whoredom that makes Pravda--the communist one--look like a paragon of ethical journalism).

And...the best is yet to come, as whoever is elected will have to clean a mess the likes of which we've never seen while being figuratively, if not literally, flayed by the very people who helped create it...