No, I Didn't Get the Memo

No, I didn't get the memo that I was irrelevant.

>> Doesn't make it any less so.

Hey, didn't your fearless leader Obama say that he was going to be INCLUSIVE of ALL Americans, and there were no longer red states and blue states but the United States?

Apparently YOU didn't get THAT memo.

>> Yes, he did. And he will. But I am not Obama. I lead no one, and am beholden to no one. Obama's a much better man than I, I'll give him that.

>>Look, if you come here for the sole purpose of raining on our parade, and if you have nothing more to offer than sour grapes-without even a hint of humility, a desire to suck it up and work for the good of everyone, then all I have to say to you is,

Fuck You.

F-U-C-K Y-O-U.

Sincerely.

Obama has also stated clearly that he does NOT like "yes men" who just parrot his every opinion. There is little value to him in merely hearing his own opinions echoed back to him.

>>I don't like Yes Men either. I'll tell you what else I don't like. Whiny sore losers. Come in here to spew shit, and then go crying to mommy when you get your nose bloodied? Sickening.

And by the way, didn't you get the memo that the war (or election) is over? Or do you just want to be The New Bush and arrogantly walk all over anybody who disagrees with you?

>>This isn't about disagreement. It is about slapping around assholes like you who come with no ideas, and no desire to be helpful.

>>I would personally welcome a strong, thoughtful opposition party. Perhaps true conservatives in the mold of W.F Buckley to be a valuable counterweight to an Obama administration. But we won't see that for a long time. I have many highly intelligent friends who are on the political right. We have enjoyable and spirited conversations. It's an easy thing to do with anyone who is intellectally honest.

>>The GOP, which richley earned their kopfgewaschung this year, is little more than a rag-tag collection of small little people who are only interested in the advancement of fascism, and who can do no better than endlessly fear-monger.

You know... like if someone makes you angry, you can just "Wish them into the Corn."

[that you were there in]

Ft. Greene [which] was insane last night--hollers of joy in the street till the early mornings. Someone joked to me that she was ready to get her rioting on, while I pulled out my lighter and said "How hard is it to overturn a car? That Mini over there can't be too heavy." But besides bad humor, there was no crazy behavior--just a lot of happy, happy people. So many hugs with strangers, toasts in the streets, and high fives from people sailing by in honking cars.

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At about 11:30PM, I left my friend's Obama Victory party in Upper East Tennessee. The party was a hoot, but the world outside was quiet. Dead-scary quiet. As I drove home down a desolate 18 mile stretch of I-26, in my little Toyota adorned with a MoveOn Obama sticker, I was on high mental alert, concious of the possibility that some enraged redneck could run me off the road, or worse. I was never so glad to pull into my driveway!

"Given the current Democratic dominance, can they function as a news outlet of nearly pure negativity? Will people watch hours and hours of that stuff every day? I can't see how they survive without serious changes."

-- stighary

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Oh yes they will. It's like crack-cocaine. Angry white men- losers who's white skin is the only thing they have going for them, and who have no ability to understand why they are angry, live for this stuff.

They need their daily anger fix. AM Radio has been doing it for years. So has Fox. There's still a big market for it, and plenty of hustlers selling phony "male enhancement" products to buy ad time.

You are officially irrelevant.

"If W drove this bus to the cliff, isn't Rove the one who gave him the keys?"

The keys, the welded-stuck steering wheel, the cinder block on the accelerator, the bled brake lines and nitromethane in the fuel tank.

Welcome to Salon. Nice first post. Nice screen-name too- one of the most honest I've seen, actually.

Anxiously awaiting future Pearls of Wisdom.

Balmy weather, not a cloud in the sky, trees in full Fall glory! My wife and I walked to the local polling place at 10:45AM to find a few people- we quickly made it to the machines.

The odds of turning Tennessee blue this year are vanishingly small, but it won't be for our lack of trying.

The MicroVote units were a new experience for us-- unfamiliar but easy to use, however strangely unsatisfying. Where we came from, they still used the hulking battleship-grey mechanical behemoths with the musty curtains and the big red ratcheting lever, used to close the curtain and register your vote when thrown the other way with a satisfying, certain and authoritative, rattling "Ker-CHUNK!"

God, I miss that.

So what's your point, besides sour grapes?

Besides, on complex matters, I defer to the advice offered by one Kurt Vonnegut:

"Any scientist who can't explain what he's working

on to a twelve year old is a charlatan."