Oh, so NOW it’s an issue?

Honestly, I kind of wish John Kerry would just go away. I mean, NOW it’s an issue that the 2004 vote was stolen? NOW?

Sen. John Kerry didn’t contest the results at the time, but now that he’s considering another run for the White House, he’s alleging election improprieties by the Ohio Republican who oversaw the deciding vote in 2004.

An e-mail from Kerry will be sent to 100,000 Democratic donors Tuesday asking them to support U.S. Rep. Ted Strickland for governor of Ohio. The bulk of the e-mail criticizes Strickland’s opponent, GOP Secretary of State Ken Blackwell, for his dual role in 2004 as President Bush’s honorary Ohio campaign co-chairman and the state’s top election official.

“He used the power of his state office to try to intimidate Ohioans and suppress the Democratic vote,” Kerry says in the e-mail, according to a copy provided in advance.

What about November 5th? We could have had this discussion on November 5th, right?

I remember back in the summer of 2004 how the smears would be released into the wild and the Right Wing Wurlitzer would start its queasy dance of repeating whatever absurd slur the Rove camp would cook up, and then it would get traction, and it would stick to Kerry for a couple of weeks…

and then two months later, it would seem so surreal and ridiculous. I mean, who doesn’t look at the Swift Boat thing now and think “How did they get away with that bullshit?”

I place at least part of the blame on Kerry (and by proxy, Bob Shrum). The Kerry campaign didn’t come to fight, it just came to win on its own merits. (Ask Apple Computer how that worked out in the ’80s.) Dean came to fight, and we supported him for it, and the Corporate Media chopped his legs out from under him.

From now on, I am backing fighters only. Paul Hackett is the sort of soldier we need more of.

This sort of closing-the-barn-door after the horse has been made into dog food? Fuck it.

Forward from here, and no falling back.

You don’t say?

Is there a corresponding phrase to “in vino, veritas” for when crazy people start speaking the truth?

Like “in loco, veritas”? Latin scholars? Hello?

Katherine Harris, as her campaign is circling the drain, starts talking about the Republican agenda like it’s an open secret:

U.S. Rep. Katherine Harris told a religious journal that separation of church and state is “a lie” and God and the nation’s founding fathers did not intend the country be “a nation of secular laws.”

The Republican candidate for U.S. Senate also said that if Christians are not elected, politicians will “legislate sin,” including abortion and gay marriage.

Well, thanks for getting it out there in the open, you nutjob. At least now we know what’s going on in the addled pea brains of you and Jean Schmidt and that psycho Inhofe…

Matthew Yglesias on the Neocon Zeitgeist

They’re confused, and not very sharp:

Once upon a time, I thought the neoconservative right was sincere in its dedication to democracy-promotion. Then I came to the view that they were cynically lying. But then I started to come back around on this point, especially after I started living in Washington and gaining the ability to soak up a bit more of the atmosphere. They seem to be genuinely confused.

I like to think back to what Jonathan Schwarz had to say it about some time ago:

Life in the United States now is like being trapped on a jet piloted by people who keep claiming there’s a huge secret tunnel through the Rockies—and they’re going to use it to fly us all through to the other side. You just have to pray to god they know they’re lying.

They don’t know, Jonathan. They don’t.

Now watch the Real Estate Market. It’s about to fly through the Rockies.

The Potemkin Pizza Man

Rockey Vaccarella is just like Cindy Sheehan, only…. he made reservations for dinner, right? Is that what they’re asking us to swallow?

And in fact, Vaccarella seemed very confident that he would be meeting with Bush when he left home, to the point where he had a date scheduled and everything:

“Dinner with the President is planned for the evening of August 22nd.”

This guy, this “distressed citizen,” owner of 31 Pizza Huts and former republican candidate for dog catcher or something, who is now softly cooing about “four more years” into whatever microphone put in front of him… this is our new American icon? Am I supposed to buy this?

Nobody is slipping “intellectual-curiosity tablets” in MY afternoon coffee, but do I… hm… sniff sniff…. hmmm…smell… a rat? Or is that the Ninth Ward slowly turning back into marshland while Halliburton pushes piles of trash from one side of the street to the other?

There’s a big pile of trash that needs to be pushed, but I was thinking it was OUT OF WASHINGTON.

Warning- totally New Orleanian inside joke: No wonder Carlo won’t talk to the motherfucker.

you swallowed that? I was worried I was gonna step in it…

He’s traded his flight suit for a bookbag, and I’m not swallowing THAT either. Kathleen Parker, on the other hand, doesn’t even bother to hold her nose:

This theory occurred to me not long ago at an off-the-record luncheon with Bush and a hundred or so of his supporters. I was the guest of a guest, and welcomed the opportunity to observe the president in his natural habitat.

What I witnessed was revealing. Not only was the man fluent in the English language and intellectually agile, he was knowledgeable on a wide range of subjects raised during a 90-minute Q&A. Someone apparently had been slipping intellectual-curiosity tablets into Bush’s cola.

Wait, wait! I have an idea! Here’s how we make Bush seem less like an idiot… find a BIG PASSEL of even stupider people… No, you’re gonna love this, I promise…

Tucker Carlson= the bug. Fate and Jon Stewart= the windshield.

TRex with the gleeful forensic analysis of The Smoking Wreck (formerly known as the journalistic career of Tucker Carlson).

And it has been a long fall. I remember not two years ago, you were ubiquitous. Your self-satisfied smirk was everywhere. The sun never set on your arrogance, oh, yes, I remember! You were the de facto voice of former Reagan Youth everywhere, the pre-NeoCon avatar of a nation of Alex Keatons, all graduated from your cushy private universities and ready to take on the world with a million smug little quips and snotty asides. You gave hopes of relevance to a million mental midgets just like you who knew in their hearts that their fathers’ money and boarding-school bona-fides did made them, well, better than everyone else. Your smug condescension inspired an army of imitators. It’s thanks to you that the Hinderakers, the Jonah Goldbergs, and Ben Fergusons get any air-time at all. Those kids should be sending you flowers every day, shouldn’t they Tucker? Without you, they’d never have gotten past the Pox News green-room!

I gotta say, For me, Tucker’s most odious moment was when he conflated John Kerry and Osama bin Ladin because they both called GW’s Excellent Adventure “a disaster.”

I guess we’re all Osama now, turdstain.

Dance, turdstain, dance.

I had the same strategy in college

From CNN:

President Bush on Wednesday cautioned against placing too much importance on the first anniversary of Hurricane Katrina’s Gulf Coast strike, saying it will take a long, sustained effort to rebuild the area.

Dipshit.

Does he think he was the only C student in an American university? I mean, c’mon…

“Dr. Foster, I think that weighting this midterm as half of my final grade places too much importance on the first half of the semester. We have a long, sustained period of study in front of us….”

What a dope.