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You’re welcome.
I must say, I’ve been in a much happier mood since November 4th, when the American voters came to their senses and voted to put the adults back in charge. A great wave of sanity and normalcy has swept the nation; people are thinking concretely and logically again about the challenges facing us and how to combat them. Hell, even the media is starting to act sane again and—
Hello, what’s this?
Mat Staver, dean of Liberty University’s law school, says he does not believe Obama is the Antichrist, but he can see how others might. Obama’s own use of religious rhetoric belies his liberal positions on abortion and traditional marriage, Staver says, positions that “religious conservatives believe will threaten their freedom.” The people who believe Obama is the Antichrist are perhaps jumping to conclusions, but they’re not nuts: “They are expressing a concern and a fear that is widely shared,” Staver says.
(link via Sadly, No!)
Yes, you read that right: people who think Barack Obama is the Beast from Revelations, sent to Earth to bring on Armageddon, are not nuts.
Now, an article like this wouldn’t raise an eyebrow if it appeared in the National Review or the Weekly Standard or WorldNet Daily or some other wingnut fishwrap. But this is Newsweek. You know, the dreaded Democrat-coddling, objectively pro-terrorist, America-hating Liberal Media personified.
Good luck, Mr. Obama. You’re going to need it with “friends” like this.
Many of you may not have noticed, but today is more than your normal Veteran’s Day. Today is the 90th anniversary of the Armistice that ended World War I, and which gave this holiday its original name (it was known as Armistice Day in the US until after World War II.) Amazingly enough, there are still 10 surviving WWI veterans left in the world, including one in the United States.
As Barack Obama prepares to take on the responsibility of figuring out some way to extricate us from the nightmarish clusterfuck in the Middle East, it’s instructive to reflect on how much of said clusterfuck ultimately derives from a war that ended almost a century ago. For instance, have you ever wondered why Iraq consists of three separate ethnic/religious groups that have all hated one another since roughly the eighth century? Thank the British, who invented the country out of whole cloth in the aftermath of World War I. Hell, Britain and France were so eager to carve up the remains of the Ottoman Empire for themselves that they didn’t even bother waiting until the war was over to divvy up the desert.
Funny how these things have a habit coming back to bite you in the ass, isn’t it?
Yesterday, we received the following email from our good friend Cardinal Ugenesis:
As the most exciting election of my lifetime winds down, there is more than one voice that I have missed. With all the weirdness and bad craziness of this campaign, with all the red-meat hope, marbled through with fear and loathing, I should have dearly loved to have heard the nut-job ranting of Hunter S. Thompson. In the end, he was too old, crippled and bitter to live, so he ate a bullet. But Lord, what a show he missed. “Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ’08.” Mahalo, Dr. Thompson. Wish you had stuck around to see this.
Doc took himself out in February 2005, at a point when it looked like all hope was gone, that the Long Night of Permanent Republican Majority was at hand. I, too, wish he could have stuck around long enough to see this.
I also find myself wishing Bill Hicks was still around to witness tonight’s results. We’ll just have to content ourselves with this magnificent rant from 1992, the last time the American people rose up and drove a gang of criminal Republican scumsuckers out of the White House on their asses.
In a more sane world, the righteously brutal stomping the Republicans are taking tonight would cause the entire party to shrivel up and dissolve, as the Religious Loony Wing and Corporate Greedhead Wing turn on one another in an orgy of recrimination. However, we are probably not that lucky. Conservatism is like cancer; no matter how many tumors you cut out, the malignant cells attach themselves to a new host and begin to grow anew.
But that is a topic for another day. Now is a time to celebrate.
Boys, I hope we’ve done you proud.
