Oh me oh my. Every Bourbon's favorite not-so-sans-culottette is in a high state:
I cannot believe that the Democrats voted for this en masses on the merits. It had to be a deal of some sort, or some kind of assurance from the powers that be or something that I'm just not getting. I'm usually pretty good at figuring out the kabuki of these inexplicable legislative actions but in this case, I'm stumped.Where ya goin' with that shotgun, pa? It's just too precious for words.
Prior to the sugar buzz of their lately lamented electoral successes, our dear Donkle friends spent a lot of time fretting over various tired, cryptoMarxian theories on the false consciousness of the vast, flat, dreaming heartland--how those people kept voting contrary to their interest, even as they were betrayed at every turn. Now for all the world to see the geese nest, the cows are comin' home, the mallards return to the lakes, the crocuses sprout, the grass greens again. Every single Senatorial mule whinneys out an "Aye!" to expanding our aggressions, including the sanctified, reified, beatified Russ Feingold, and Los Netroots cry, "Why!?"
Digby's coblogger tentatively embraces the light:
Is it possible that 97 voting senators all want a war with Iran? Seems hard to believe, but in the absence of any serious opposition to expanding this war, what else could they be thinking?Nothing else, you heaving morons! Cry havoc and let loose the dogs! They are veritably slavering to get their war on. This ain't 1976, boys and girls. Why flee the rooftop when you can fly next door and bomb the roof?