Month: August 2012
What if ‘Billionaire’ was an elected office, and every few years rivals for the slots would have a knock-down, drag-out, no-holds-barred Dirty election, with hours and hours of personal attack ads, their faces plastered across world press alongside the most heinous imaginable accusations. That’d be fair. Maybe we could do it on the Web as a ‘joke:’ list individual Billionaires and have a fun mock election for who’d be the People’s Choice to have their wealth: would the Majority choose the Incumbent Billionaires, chosen by God and Nature, or would The People rather give someone else a turn for awhile? Seriously, since billionaires want to determine Elections, maybe Elections should be determining our Billionaires.
Comments closedSadly i don’t see Mitt as Evil or a Genius. Just an opportunistic pitch man with a Name. He’s the guy they bring in to lose expensively. Rove knew 20 years ago GOP was on losing demographic track, getting older and whiter in an America getting younger and browner. GWB tried to be less racist, but apparently the donor base isn’t going for that. If it isn’t racist and sexist and all the rest, they’ll just take their money to Vegas and drown their sorrows. Plus BO is the strongest Dem candidate since JFK, maybe FDR. So, Rove and Romney et al said, well, we know we’re gonna lose, so let’s not use anybody with an actual office, or an actual future. Let’s just say the words, take the money, skim the cream, lose the election, and retire rich to the lecture circuit. And they Did. Why is this so hard for people to see?
Comments closedOne, Two, Three, Four, Elvis Walked Out the Door
And he Took Five, Six, Seven and Eight with Him.
So Now there’s only Nine and Ten Where it all Ends and Begins Again
And Where We Go from Here, Who Can Say?
So, Wallet, Pills, Phone, Keys, Place Head Firmly Between Your Knees
It Won’t Help a Bit but it’s Head Rush. It’s a Head Rush
That Modern Livin’ It’s a Head Rush
The general’s nails were bloody red, by his hands shall we be fed
On the Master’s Radio inside your head
Well Gold, Silver, Iron, and Clay, the bottom line, and the tunes that play
On the Master’s Radio inside your head
Thunder Rolled, tell me what I said, all God’s children better be in bed
On the Master’s Radio inside your Head.
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