Nine thirty in the morning here and my cats are wondering why I'm drinking Shlitz already,

The cats are wondering why you haven't poured any in their bowls for them.

As for all the bonhomme, well, it's called 'refueling and rearming', my brotha ...

Just got around to reading the interview with Matt Taibbi about his book, 'the Great Derangement', about how our increasing political tribalism is getting very scary, and threatening to destroy us.

Then, I read this thread.

Got to be the most depressing GG letters section I have read in a loooooooong time.

The repulsive right wing took her words as a license to start an all out attack on Obama and his allegiance to the US.

Yeah, because basically they were thinking, let's just sit this one out, until they got 'license' from their beloved Hillary and changed their minds.

quickstradgedy. (?) dark/light. hate/love. fool/idiot. sage/wise. Or who can actually tell for certain?

I'm like Particle Man! (TMBG)

Glad I can keep you guessing, O Bebopous One. ">

Not to pile on, but that 're-establishing military strength' you mentioned was begun by your namesake, Jimmy Carter, when he signed the Defense Revitalization Act in 1979.

Advertisers - even salon.com advertisers - can be expected to complain if such things are said openly, since they undermine the motivational logic of their advertising campaigns.

You've been on one too many pub crawl, Rowan.

Or, produce an instance to substantiate this.

Thelonius Monk, if I have my druthers!

(2) An instance is your attempt to smear me. That is an instance of the advertisers complaining, via you. I must have hit a nerve, eh?

Good god, man, you're beginning to sound like bucky. Do you not know the difference between good natured ribbing and a 'smear'? If not, you can put down the phone and tell your solicitor, 'nevermind'.

Hit a nerve? Are you claiming that I am an advertiser? But they don't have nerves, do they?

The thing is: On this side of the pond, the advertisers (Salon's or others) would not give a damn, one way or the other. They'd happily go trolling for eyeballs at the wake of a saint, the busting of a toilet-hounding politician, Britney, or anyone else. We don't deal with that level of propriety here, no matter who it embarasses.