Good evening, dear readers. Or at least any readers I have left after such a long interlude.

I apologize for the long caesura. I've been living my life, not writing about it. That's not meant as a dismissal of my blogging brethren and...sistren (?), just a statement. Writing a blog seemed less important to me since last year, but whether that was laziness or subtle internal motivation is unclear (to me at least).

So, I write this little note to warm things back up on this blog. Just a little pre-heating of the blog oven, before the real work resumes.

Tonight, the Fella and I had a little chicken fajita dinner with a nice Tempranillo/Shiraz blend. It was a 2006 Tempra Tantrum from Spain which we both enjoyed, particularly with the spicy peppers and chicken. Evidently, and I say evidently after a few minutes of searching Google for the label and reviews, this particular wine is marketed to "Millenials," those people who were born in or after 1982. This strikes me as an odd marketing approach. After all, are they deliberately marketing their wines as training wheels for inexperienced palates? Such is not the stuff of oenophiles. But then again, what is these days?

You should ignore these ramblings. After all, it's just the warm up. We'll get to meatier stuff later. Until next time, I raise my glass and say "salud."

Ladies and Gentleman...the man who COULD NOT WIN.




Congratulations, Mister President.

The Empire is DEAD. Long live the REPUBLIC!!!!

Great video, and a great way to think about how we've been partying since 1999.
http://www.americablog.com/2008/10/wassup-2008.html

Watch them both. Watch them with a Bud if you want. I was nostaligic, then depressed, then elated.

OK, this is going to sound weird, but I've figured out why John McCain's new "throw everything including the kitchen sink at Obama" campaign struck me with such deja-vu. I've seen this scenario before...

In Star Trek II, The Wrath of Khan.

I know, I know, but stay with me here...







Khan is an older man, once flush with power and a will to dominate who's been driven insane by his need for vengeance and revenge on the man who's robbed him of what he sees as his just reward.  OK...so, that's McCain.














So, here comes this younger, more talented guy who's basically taken Khan/McCain's Superhuman self-image and run circles around it.  Khan's a genetically engineered superhuman.  But this young punk's beaten him.  BAD.  Because the good Captain is more evolved, more experienced in the modern world, and understands how things work in the future.  So...Barack Obama is Captain James T. Kirk.  






So, using that analogy, the McCain campaign is the USS Reliant and the Obama campaign is the USS Enterprise.  They fight, and the Enterprise is roughed up quite a bit by the Reliant/McCain sneak attack.  But then they find the Mutara Nebula, which in our case means the Financial Market Nightmare of October 2008 (October Surprise!).  Shields are useless, sensors won't function. It's really scary and dark and complicated and who the hell knows how to get out of the damn thing.  So...Khan starts fumbling around the nebula.  But Kirk's got Spock (who's probably David Axelrod) who points out that Khan's not too good at 3-dimensional thought (read, complex policy analysis and critical thinking skills).  So the Enterprise/Obama lowers down and waits for the Reliant/McCain to fly blindly overhead, because Kirk/Obama CAN think 3-dimensionally.



So, the Reliant/McCain flies over trying to figure out what the hell to do, then suddenly the Enterprise/Obama pops up from behind and starts firing everything they've got.

• Your "suspended campaign" stunt crap didn't help out at all! (BOOM! There goes the Reliant's aft torpedo launcher.)
• Your bailout strategy lets CEOs get GOLDEN FRIGGIN PARACHUTES (Wham! The Reliant's port warp nacelle gets reamed all the way hollow.)
• You don't have an economic plan AT ALL, you DOLT! (KABLAMMO!  The reamed out warp nacelle gets blown CLEAN OFF THE SHIP.)

So, after the Economy Nebula and the Kirk/Obama attack have done their work, Khan/McCain's pretty much dead in space.  In fact, his face has been pretty much burned off.  Khan's beaten, and he knows it.  Everyone around him is pretty much dead (see ya later Republican Senate candidates!) and his ONLY chance of taking out his hated enemy is by using his ultimate weapon, the Genesis Device.  It'll kill him too, in fact, it'll pretty much wreck the entire joint for everybody.  (Read: Unstable Genesis Planet = a really seriously fucked up USA if McCain and Palin get in charge.) But he's GOTTA KILL KIRK because he hates him so fuckin' much.  So, screw it.  Flip the switch, turn on the Doomsday Weapon.  Reverend Wright starts coming back out into the public discourse.  "For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee..."  William Ayers comes out.  Palin (she doesn't have a parallel in Star Trek, because the Trek women are at least intelligent in the show) starts talking about Obama as a terrorist.  Everything gets really nasty, radiation starts spilling out, and we've gotta get the warp drive back online or this shit will kill us all.  William Ayers is the McCain's campaign's Genesis Device. 



But here's the good news.  The Obama/Enterprise is at full power.  Spock doesn't have to sacrifice himself to save the campaign, and the Obamaprise warps out to safety while the McCain/Reliant blows up in the coldness of space.  WOOHOO! 

Tired, but vindicated, Admiral Kirk feels rejuvenated and ready to face the challenges ahead.  He feels...YOUNG. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, may I introduce President Barack Hussein Obama, victor of the Battle of the Mutara Nebula.

Sometimes you just gotta feel the funk...

With Palin being proved the fraud she is, with the McCain lies weighing the campaign like an albatross, now...it's time for a little music.

Finally uncovering all the bullshit that is John McCain, and doing a job that the MainStreamMedia (TM) just hasn't done. Thank God for the Daily Show. At least SOMEONE is paying attention.

why John Stewart may be the only one to save America from them.

When the world and its woes get to much, just watch Sesame Street and everything is just fine.

Jesse Jackson got caught on tape saying he wanted to "cut [Obama's] nuts off" for talking down to black people with his faith initiative. 

I think that it goes without saying at this point that anything that is bad for Jesse Jackson is good for Barack Obama.  No matter where you sit on the question of Obama changing the politics of the past and changing Washington, what IS clear is that Obama represents a break from the politics of the 1990s.  Jackson's out of it, going into irrelevance in the national discourse.  And I think that's what we saw with his goof on the Fox set: his frustration, his alienation, and I think his acknowledgment that he simply cannot do anything to change Obama's course. 

But more importantly, this is just reflects an emerging pattern with this election.  Obama and his campaign don't just mean the rejection of the GOP and it's failures, it's a rejection of the Democratic leadership as well.  Hillary Clinton was the Democrats' heir apparent, and lost.  Jesse Jackson was the Voice of Black America, but now simply an impotent shadow.  Charlie Rangel was the Noo Yawkah voice of the little man, but is now simply sitting in the back of the room.  And if you believe Robert Novak's Washington Post piece today, the Dem's Shadow Courtiers are not being welcomed into Obama's campaign and they are not getting the perks and access they want. 

A change is coming to the Democratic Party, and it's coming from Chicago.  When Obama changed the nomination acceptance venue from a glitz convention hall to a stadium, it sent a clear message: "My power does not come from you, it comes from my massive numbers of supporters, and I've got an army."  An army that is YOUNG and ANGRY, not just at the Republicans and their nonsense, but at the Democrats that have been simultaneously petty and spineless on some of the biggest issues of the 21st century.  Obama is the leader of 21st Century Democrats, and they aren't too interested in serving the egos and sense of entitlements of the established Democratic elites of the 90s.  And quite frankly, it's time for them to go.  Write the check, sure.  Turn on your phone banks to get out the vote, you bet.  But incredible influence and that direct line to the President?  No, you won't get those.  A brand new day is coming...and I can't wait.

Yep, too deep into this fat thing.  It's the burden of the true sybarite, but I'm up for it.

Jesse Helms died.  Good bye, you piece of shit.

Yesterday, actor Dennis Haysbert said "If anything, my portrayal of David Palmer, I think, may have helped open the eyes of the American people," regarding a black president, referring to his stint in the action show "24."  (You know the one, the show that Vice President Cheney thinks is a REAL LIFE DOCUMENTARY.) 

Well, let's look at what happened to President Palmer, shall we?  He was betrayed by nearly everyone around him, overthrown by his own Cabinet, and in the end, ASSASSINATED.  Let's stay away from the Palmer Model for a black president, shall we? 

(Still, let's face it, Palmer was a pretty good character.)

Yep, David Addington and John Yoo testified before Congress today. Although "testified" may be a strong word, since it really was a parade of surly bullshit and complete contempt for Congress and the American People. These guys are the perfect representatives of today's Republican Party. And that's why Obama will win. People like Addington and Yoo have been in power for far too long, and the purge is coming my friends. The purge is definitely coming. With any luck, guys like these will be in prison before next July. (Photo by Melina Mara -- The Washington Post)

George Carlin, R.I.P. Piss and blood...he's dead. That old cunt's dead of a heart attack. That's the way he'd wanna go...no, wait, that's fuckin' nonsense. Cocksucker would've wanted to die in a drug-fueled orgy, having died of a motherfucking superorgasm that blew his head clean off, with a forest of tits as his last view of this Earth.

Man, it's not easy to get all seven words into an obituary. But there ya go. Rest in fucking peace, George.

Tim Russert R.I.P.

Barack Obama has won the Democratic nomination for President of the United States.

And here's the message to the world.  America, the land of the free and the home of the brave, the beacon of justice, and the hope of the entire world....is BACK IN BUSINESS.