As Dennis notes with mordant laughter, probably stroking a silken-haired cat and drinking an espresso with pinkie finger extended at full Eurovillian attention, the ease with which the progglesphere will hitch its skirt and spread its legs is the envy of every prom-night virgin left on this abstinent earth. Dear sweet Jesus, how they cried to the heavens, hosannas and hallelujahs and thanks and burnt offerings. Greenwald's boyfriend is going to be hours scrubbing the stains out of his boxers, and Atrios is ready to immanatize his Eschaton against we defeatists. All this after a 76-10 loss on the initial cloture vote. All this when it's perfectly clear, to quote Dennis, that for
Harry Reid and his cronies, it takes a hot issue off the front burner for the holidays, allowing them to focus on other ways to skull fuck the public.Thank you sir, may I have another.
Atrios ingeminates wildly:
One of my pet peeves has long been a certain strain of defeatism. Understandably we all feel defeated at times, but there's a certain kind of defeatist out there on the internets, people who spend most of their time chastising others for thinking it's possible to have any influence and attacking the "stupidity" of those who even bother to try. Maybe those people are right. Maybe there never is anything to be done. But if that's the case, get a new goddamn hobby. It's rather odd to spend all your time following political news and blogs if the only reason to do it is to provide justification for your view that All Is Lost. Just go out and have some fun instead.It's a long, wild leap from "it's useless to pray to Democrats for deliverance" to "there's nothing to be done," yet Mr. Black and company make it routinely, for in their, you'll pardon the expression, eschatology, the End Times and Kingdom Come are delivered on the wings of a "populist" and looks like The New Deal . . . Now with Blogs! To be clear, then, it isn't that we attack those who try. It's that we attack you, ya big meshugah, and not because you do try, lord knows, but because, motherfucker, you don't.