I'm looking back and I can't see the past
Anymore so, hazy


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Special: Monday Poetry:


The Nikean Creed
-- by Klipschutz

Everybody knows (all hail Leonard Cohen) that outrage is extinct. We wake up polysaturated, inhaling irony, perspiring bad news.

Still, when an ordained Southern Baptist minister, a seasoned public speaker, and a bass player in the rock band Capitol Offense – all the same accomplished fellow – to boot, a recent Candidate for All the Marbles, while addressing his flock of Weaponry Enthusos, hears a noise off-stage and ad libs, "That was Barack Obama. He just tripped off a chair….Somebody aimed a gun at him and he dove for the floor," unpacking the Huckabee unconscious is an embarrassment to embarrassment itself:

♦ The assumption that faced with an aimed gun, a Republican would stand proud and proclaim, "Bring it on?"

♣ The assumption that faced with an aimed gun, any self-respecting American would Open Fire?

♠ The Über-Ugly subtext of a racial-based whispering campaign of deadly harm, on behalf of the Sore Loser Caucus of the G.O.P.?

♦ The public pandering our eyes no longer see, by a Man of God to an Association that puts The Right to Bear Arms on even terms with The Sermon on the Mount?

Where have you gone, Hunter Thompson, you Kosmos, complete with contradictions (viz., the guns!), your legacy now shattered into a million little upload-happy pieces?

Take heart anyway, on borrowed faith. If the Berlin Wall can fall, the G.O.P. can face its shame, scan a page from Phil Knight’s playbook, and disband. The Whigs did. Just Do It.


* Top ten conservative idiots.

* "I've never believed in God, but I believe in Picasso." -- Diego Rivera