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Grand Old Recession
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The great ship off state. Slippery buttery creamy cultured. Parties for the Party. If you don’t know where it is, you will never get there.
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The next president has three masts missing from the ship of state. Scuttling the ship may be the only option, but there is no landfall in site and the seas roil under gale forces still gathering.
The typical fix, for thirty years has been to cut taxes or drop bombs. Both were used by republican forces. Both boxes of quick fix have been emptied. The cupboard is bare.
Dropping bombs is so much easier than anything else in our kitchen. Scramble the forces of destruction and poof instant answer. Civil structures torn apart. Dams, roads, factories, hell, even schools and houses can be so quickly destroyed. If only they could be built quickly. Not even Governor Palin’s Fictitious Gasline can be built quickly, nor soon. Even imaginary pipelines and bridges take time to conjure.
The next administration will not have time to complete any significant initiative in four years. Clearing the rubble will take longer, much longer, probably too long. I have a hunch that this next administration plays cleanup, but is gone after one term.
the new times for lost souls see a sinking ship. deck hands are lying about where the treasure is. Even the navigator drinks all day. no one is making ready for shore leave, this ship is sinking. the republicans are ready to kill each other, even faster than they were to kill us all. their flesh, freshly tattooed, stretched across wall street’s belly. tattooed proclamations:
Only the selfish survive
stand at the ready. stand up with arms, now is the time of McCain’s Mutiny. the fox paces, ready to punish any survivors. be careful gentile ladies.
What’s in it for you, Sarah, won’t get you ashore no more
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