Packers 21, Falcons 44
All Your Base Are Belong To Us
Oh Frabjous Day!! Callooh! Callay!
It has come to this…
This, and all the previous Hillary! pics, are courtesy Ms. Weasel. You should visit her blog.
My farewell to Hillary! would not be complete without one more link to this…
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Absolutely no apologies to Mr. Young.
The bitter, bitter truth
Too bad, so sad
Lest I repeat myself
In case it wasn’t clear
Bad Elections are Not New


A great article at Lowering The Bar
Do you think it got rough out there this year? Not so fast, my friends. In 1796-
The Federalists published anonymous letters accusing Jefferson of having been a coward during the Revolution (scandalous!) and of having an affair with one of his slaves (scandalous! also true!). They also claimed Jefferson was mixed-race himself and that he planned to free all the slaves if he won (scandalous! also false), showing that playing the “race card” is nothing new. (Fun fact: The guy who wrote many of these slurs was Alexander Hamilton.) Other Adams supporters warned that Jefferson’s election “would result in a civil war and a national orgy of rape, incest, and adultery,” and that his supporters were “cut-throats who walk in rags and sleep amid filth and vermin[!].”
The other side, meanwhile, accused Adams of being sympathetic to England, being a monarchist (partly because he thought presidents should be called “His Excellency”), and even for being overweight, ingeniously combining the last two by referring to Adams as “His Rotundity.” They fat-shamed John Adams!
Sounds kind of familiar, doesn’t it? Read the whole article here– we Americans have a long history of political nastiness. This year was relatively mild by comparison.
Admittedly, schadenfreude…
Well, it’s that day…
Poesy, a warning
THE WRATH OF THE AWAKENED SAXON
by Rudyard KiplingIt was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.They were not easily moved,
They were icy — willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.It was not suddently bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.
“they were enamoured of poesy and the fine arts”
Jungleland
I had a big September 11 post all written in my head, full of fire and anguish, but in the end I couldn’t do it. Others all over the Internet did a much better job than I could have. Besides, the events of the past year have left me sad and depressed. Not beaten, though- the bastards will not get me down.
One could be forgiven for thinking that the 11th of this month has a hex on it- especially if you’re Hillary Clinton. I can’t but think there’s a little Karma adjustment going on. Trump, bless his boneheaded little heart, at least had the decency to know when to shut up. We’ll see if that holds up.
Meanwhile, we have millionaire athletes protesting the national anthem because this country isn’t treating them right. The reality disconnection there is mind-boggling.
Days like yesterday put me in mind of The Boss, in his younger, less politicized days:
Outside the street’s on fire in a real death waltz
Between what’s flesh and what’s fantasy
And the poets down here don’t write nothing at all
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of a knife, they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland
God help the United States of America. We need it.
The Snake











