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. Yes, it's getting hard to contain our national
There's even a move afoot to make a national holiday out of
Obama's† birthday election day inauguration day
favorite day. Fortunately, though, he's not getting distracted from the
work at hand. According to his aides, he'll be ready to assume power.:
The job of preparing appropriate means of celebrating this
world-changing event has been delegated to able underlings who, we're
told, have some outstanding plans for commemorating the occasion. For
example, who won't be looking forward to the race around the Washington
And the triumphant parade afterward, when the victor will personally
receive his prize from the One? Glorious.
Meanwhile, more durable monuments to the relaunching of westen
civilization are also already in progress. Christopher
Buckley and Maya
Angelou are both working on poems, and the first Obama
public works project has completed dynamiting the face of the
slaveholder Jefferson to make way for a new centerpiece on† Mount
And planning for the party after the anointing is going well, too. We
hear Emeril is going to build the world's biggest ever arugula salad
(w/oil and vinegar dressing served in individual cups) to be
accompanied by the world's longest ever phallus
loaf of French bread. Kind of an Obammunion for us grateful masses.
It's all good. Trust us. We're all going to be soooooo happy.
. Since President Obama is planning to begin his "rule"
order," the transition team has had to engage in some very high level cerebration to
arrive at the most productive possible use for, well, irrelevant
officeholders like the Vice President, the Speaker of the House, the
Senate Majority Leader, and the former president of the United States
and his wife, who is, reportedly, a U.S. Senator representing the State
of New York. And especially the Vice President,. Who's been making a
lot of noise (surprise!) about how lamprey-like he intends to be about attaching himself to policy meetings and the like.
It's long been clear that the "undisclosed location" business wasn't going to work in the new regime. No location remains undisclosed for long when the person so located immediately discloses it to everyone within earshot, generally accompanied by some weird ethnic or gender insult.
The good news is that an incredibly important mission has been found for these valuable members of the Democratic leadership. They will be commissioned to lead the starship Nostromo (2:45 in) on a four -- or possibly eight -- year mission to protect the earth and the universe at large from the depredations of the most malevolent force in existence, Karl Rove, who is always prepared to strike at the heart of everything good and eat it with some fava beans.
You see what an urgent priority it is? But it's tedious work. Which is why the Nostromo's crew are being accorded the great benefit of being placed in suspended animation during most of their mission. They'll be sleeping like babies unless some sort of Rove attack is detected by the ship's scanners, which will immediately wake them and galvanize them into action.
An Obama spokesman said confidently today, "We're ready. If Rove makes a move, Joe Biden will know what to do. He has many many (many) years of experience, and as soon as we make him conscious, he'll spring into action like a kid who's been knocked down by an Indian 7-11 manager or a clean articulate you-know-what and start kicking ass in defense of the planet and the universe. As soon as we make him conscious."
The spokesman dismissed the relevance of a prior Nostromo mission in which only one member of the crew survived a Rovian assault. "That was just bad luck," he explained. "None of the other crew members understood the importance of wearing sheer panties as a DDD (distraction and diversion device). We progressives keep forgetting how sexually perverted all powerful Republicans are. But we won't be making that mistake again. This time they'll all be equipped with the filmiest possible DDDs. We also won't repeat the mistake of including an android weasel screw-up on the crew, which is why Senator Durbin will remain at his invaluable post in the United States Senate. And neither Senator Reid nor Senator Schumer has yet been NASA-certified as flight ready. We're taking no chances. If need be, we'll launch them in their own ship with the DNC's top science consultant, Dr. Jonathan Smith. Rest assured. This time, the Rove Monster is going down for good."
According to various unnamed sources, former
President-elected-but-not-selected Al Gore may also join the crew of the Nostromo on the prestigious new
mission, pending negotiations on acceptable panty color, bra cup size, and other minor
lingerie issues. (It's already been determined that the Nostromo will be "greened-up" and
retrofitted with warp engines powered by windmills.)
"We look forward to the vital role that will be played by this crew and this ship in the new world the Obama administration will bring into being," the spokesman said, "and we can't wait to show them what we've done after we wake them up in 2016."
One of the (several) controversies conservatives have been snarled up
in since the election is the question of how we should regard the
president-elect. As I predicted, there's been a lot of "making nice" by
conservative pundits and bloggers, who want to note a great historical
accomplishment and congratulate the winner while acknowledging their
continued reservations about the policies to come. Since this has been
beautifully epitomized and satirized by Iowahawk,
I won't dwell on it here. There has also been a fair amount of the
schizophrenic behavior I heard on Glen Beck's radio show yesterday,
when he wound up literally screaming at a caller that if he didn't
"accept Obama as our president," he was exactly like the wingnuts at the
DailyKos who argued for eight years that Bush stole the presidency and
had no legal right to the office. This from a guy who has consistently
characterized the 2008 election as "1860, the brink of civil war."
What's going on here? Is there an issue at all? If there is, why? If not, why not? I, for example, am already on record as saying that "I refuse to accept a president who thinks our constitution is fatally flawed and who sees nothing wrong with choosing a black racist as a mentor or a murderous terrorist as a partner in a conspiracy to radicalize school children rather than teach them to read and write. " Does this make me "exactly like the wingnuts at DailyKos?"
I would say no. I don't dispute the legality of Obama's election, and I doubt most of the people who agree with my statement above would either. After he takes the oath of office, Barack Obama will be the President of the United States. I have lost none of my respect for the office, and as the current occupant of that office, he is entitled to the official respect that was always denied George W. Bush by his fanatical opponents. If I were overseas and heard him criticized by a foreigner, I would defend him because I'm an American citizen and that is part of my duty as a citizen, as I understand it.
However. As an American citizen, I also reserve the right to believe that Barack Obama is not my president. The prigs and the screamers on this point seem suddenly to be forgetting that there's more than one kind of contract in force here, and all of them involve complex and sometimes mutual responsibilities. The president has an express contract with the Constitution of the United States; he swears a solemn oath to defend and protect it.. He also has an understood contract with the the United States as a nation, that he will subordinate his own interests to the welfare of the nation as a whole, and will make whatever personal and political sacrifices may be necessary to keep it from harm. Finally, he has an implied contract with each and every citizen individually, that he will repay our respect for the office and his tenure in it by remembering that he works for us, all of us, not simply those who elected him.
Only the first of these contracts is a legal one. Once he takes the oath of office, he becomes President of the United States. The other two contracts are moral contracts, ideals of the grand American tradition. It is these unwritten contracts which determine whether we, as individual citizens of the United States, accept the legal president as "our" president. I do not. Glen Beck can scream all he wants, but he does not speak for me. He is a citizen. He has every right to give Obama a nod on all three contracts. But I'm a citizen too. I do not believe Obama is entering into any of the three contracts in good faith. I don't believe he intends to defend and protect the Constitution of the United States, but to engineer its rewriting from the bench. I do not believe he holds the interests of the United States as a nation above the interests of various constituencies and political factions around the globe. And I do not believe there is any definition under which he would repay my acceptance and respect by being my president as much as he intends to be the president of the aggrieved and vengeful.
It's not an emotional animus as much as an intellectual assessment. I don't believe him. I don't believe in him. Why must I nevertheless accept him in the monolithic terms scared conservatives seem to demand? I said I won't give him the benefit of the doubt. Why should I? In my opinion, he has to prove to me that he can be believed. It's not as if he is above me and can somehow command my private and personal allegiance. I don't work for him. He works for me. I don't think he understands even that much.
So my conclusion is that this particular controversy is not one conservatives should be yelling at each other about. If you don't feel he's your president, that's your business. It doesn't make you seditious, or the second coming of Bush Derangement Syndrome, or a flaming reactionary racist.
Let me elaborate on that last point. I have never doubted that an African-American could be elected president. I still believe it will happen one day, and I abide by my conviction that when it does happen it will be a Republican candidate who does it. I'm also not enough of a hypocrite to pretend great joy and other vaguely self-congratulatory emotions over the fact that a man whose personal history, associations, and political views I regard as disqualifying for the presidency has been elected to the position of Commander-in-Chief. There's no silver lining to this cloud. In my view, there's every likelihood he will be so bad a president that he will delay for a decade or more the election of the first African-American president. (If there's anything worse than a ringer, it's an incompetent ringer. Makes the whole team look bad.)
My last point on this subject concerns my grave disquietude about the meaning of the conservative rush to "make nice." I think everyone who does this betrays a naivete for which there is absolutely no justification. Do they really think that being gracious is going to slow down the juggernaut of a Democrat White House and congress? Fools. We are days, if not hours, away from an all-out declaration of war by Democrats on all things conservative and Republican. Taking time out to shake the right hand of the man who will immediately stab you with the dagger in his left is more than folly. It's contemptible.
Barack Obama is soon to be the nation's president. No argument on that point. He is not my president. No compromise on that one. It's not a distinction invented by the DailyKos. My dad never accepted FDR as his president, either, but it didn't stop him from defending the nation in the U.S. Army Air Corps in World War II. All you snob media patriots, take note.
If you've got a problem with that, tell it to Glen Beck. He'll kiss you on both cheeks. If that's what sends a tingle up your leg.
Almost everything is right about this. It takes
place at the Brandenburg Gate, where Obama wanted to stage his European
debut. The sentiments are right ("Mother, should I run for president? Should I trust the government?"). The haircut is right, even if the singer is a bit trans-gender,
but trans-gender is analogous to trans-racial, right? The all-important
mother figure is there where she belongs, despite the fact that the
white male hierarchy is standing in for her (3 minutes in), which is
remarkably, symbolically right, right? The evil image of the war-monger
McCain is there, too, displayed in all his grotesque jingoist plumage
(4 minutes in). And there's finally an answer to
the continuing questions about why the wife of the president-elect and
her blood-spattered dress were
banished from the stage before his peroration to the adoring throngs on
victory night (4 1/2 minutes in).
In short, this performance contains everything we need to know in order to appreciate our new rock star president. And, yes, they loved the song, baby.
There's a bonus, too. John McCain's swan song. It starts a little less than two minutes into the video below.
Good to know he always understood he was going to lose to the biggest
star on the scene. (And thanks for the explanation about his debate performances: "Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.") Too bad about his physical disabilities, though.
We can all relax now. And enjoy the vibe. Peace, brothers.
. The Lord taketh away, and the Lord giveth. He's sending
our own Eloise, Rachel
Lucas, to London, England, for three years. Wow. They'll never know
what hit them. Forget the election. This is an occasion for pure joy.
Imagine it. The nation's most plainspoken woman, no doubt sunk deep in
gun withdrawal, contending with the British Empire as it continues to
slide disgracefully into the sunset they once boasted would never come
and now can't wait to embrace. Is she going to have even a moment's
patience with the pseudo-intellectual twits, the pompous anti-Americans
who forgot how to write shortly after they forgot their own and our
history, the hypocrites who still sneer at "wogs" of every ethnic
origin while they despise American racism, the enervated malcontents
who can't manufacture a toaster that works and yet look down on all
American products excepting our music, our movies, our fashion trends,
and our laptops and iPhones?
It's going to be a bloody slaughter. Even she doesn't know how bad it it's going to get, how wroth she will become. It's one thing to sit in America and like the occasional Brit accent on TV or in the movies. It's quite another thing to have to live with it day after day and month after month. Until you want to scream. Cockney accents you can't understand. Oxford accents that make you want to shoot the speaker on principle just because his every word is a distinct, separate affirmation of complete and utterly baseless superiority. Sooner or later, Rachel will let them ALL know what she thinks of them, and one of the world's largest islands will subsequently sink shamefacedly into the sea. We can't wait.
When the book comes out, we think it's going to be a blend of these two classics...
...but better than both. The last page might very well involve the
offices of a ten-gauge shotgun at teatime.
We're getting ahead of ourselves, though. Our demonic pug Eloise reminds us that Rachel has a huge hurdle to overcome. What will she do while her dogs spend the compulsory six months in quarantine? (Brit bastards.)
Let's hope she wangles something. We know she's a resourceful gal. In
the meantime, we recommend that she spend her time reading the complete
works of P.G. Wodehouse and Evelyn Waugh. Britain isn't like that
anymore, at all, but at least she'll know who she's vindicating when
slaughter day finally arrives.
I can't wait to see the look on their faces when they finally realize what kind of an American they're dealing with.
One of our commenters on the last
post provides an excellent example of the mentality that's driving
much of the left today. So I thought it would be worth responding to.
Not because anything can change his mind, because nothing can. He's
living as happily in his own world as the permanently miserable are
ever able to. But it might be instructive to take a closer look at what
amounts to an unbroken string of cliches, stupid assumptions, and the
kind of arrogant wrongheadedness which can only be achieved by the
shallowest of minds. Here's his comment in full:
Now for some closer attention to his content. The nom de guerre he
chooses is interesting. It's derisive, of course, which suggests at the
outset that his own leftism is of the internationalist, blame America
for everything variety. His opening shot confirms it:
Yes, he's a member of the young, superior left. Anyone who
opposes† his own rigidly held notions is by definition a
"ridiculous cracker asshole." He is stooping even to communicate with
us, which is why he couches his question in terms of irrelevant
hilarity. I'll get to his question in a bit, because it's one whose
answer is not well understood even by many conservatives. But first,
we'll uncover what he's telling us about himself in his next blasts.
It turns out that Captain America's reason for rejecting the idea that
Obama might be a marxist is that he's a devout marxist himself. The
view of America as a wholly corporate enterprise in which the elected
government essentially takes orders from big business is, of course,
the contemporary packaging of anti-capitalism. What's the alternative
to capitalism? The state-run command economies of marxist inspired
nations like Cuba, North Korea, and the old Soviet Union, all of which
pushed their peoples into poverty and often into famine, mass
imprisonment, and slavery. But we're the "ridiculous cracker assholes"
for not accepting unquestioningly that theirs was the better way.
The designation of the U.S. as "the great American Imperial Project" is tired old leftism at its worst, a retread of sixties campus radical rhetoric that couldn't be more ridiculous itself in the context of a Soviet Union that colonized and enslaved eastern Europe for close to half a century. His own next conclusion is comically self-defeating. If we're really an empire, why on earth would we care about a "bad rep" in our colonies? Obviously it wouldn't matter what kind of "PR" we were getting, any more than it mattered to the Soviets that their "PR" was bad in Czechoslovakia after they sent the tanks in to reassert totalitarian control.
In case we missed his earlier revelation that he's a pompous
twenty-something ideologue, he gives us more crude sexual imagery as a
way of reasserting his superiority over us. And then he lets us know
the real reason he's upset about our calling Obama a marxist. Captain
America wishes Obama were a
marxist. He's profoundly disappointed
that he can't bring himself to believe it.
Ah yes. The leftist love of doom and gloom, which is supposed to
inspire and attract us as followers somehow. Do they ever stop to
wonder why this particular part of their anti-capitalist message
doesn't bring us all cheering and applauding to our feet? No. They're
so infatuated with their own cynical nihilism that it never occurs to
them why all civilizations
eventually fall. They fall precisely because the people at some point
come to believe that their best days are behind them and lose the
courage required to overcome ordeals their forebears dealt with
successfully before. Captain America and his ilk are the spearpoint of
that sentiment in the world of today. They are so self-obsessed their
vision confines them to (hopefully on their part) self-fulfilling
The argument that we are doomed because of finite space and finite resources is wholly specious. You can argue that it's true at some conceptual level, but it's fatuous at any contemporary pragmatic level. Individual resources may be finite, but the population of potential resources is so numerous as to be effectively infinite. The only real writing on the wall is the childish scribbling of those who don't understand the power of technology or appreciate the power of human ingenuity. The impossibility of continued expansion and growth through many future human lifetimes is a rhetorical trick. It depends absolutely on assuming that we can know what science will not be able to accomplish in harnessing the energy potential of magnetism, sand, and solar winds. We can't.
The doom of the leftists is essentially a romantic ideal, as old and irrational as the endless divine promises of doom in the ancient religions they scorn so ferociously. But the story is the same story. Man is evil and must be punished. They can't wait for the punishment part because they want to belong to the brilliant elite in charge of the punishing. If you're a cynical nihilist, that's as close to something like heaven as you'll ever get.
Captain America closes as he began, of course, with crude sexual
imagery and another one of his odd, built-in self-rebuttals. Accusing
us of being the ones who desire "big, strong, powerful" "leaders" is
pure projection. The commenters he's trying to respond to only want a
president, a man who loves his country and regards himself as being in
their service, not in control of every aspect of their lives.
This commenter is, regardless of his chronological age, a child and therefore consumed with childish things that require no logic or explanation. However, he has asked one question that's worth real consideration. Who knows? He might even like the answer.
Why do some of us "cracker assholes" assert that Obama is a marxist? Because his own autobiographies describe an intellectual education that repeatedly found marxist ideas and marxist-inspired activists a congenial resource. The taproot of all his political philosophy as a young man was the radical anti-Vietnam War movement that arose in the late 1960s. If it wasn't in the beginning, this movement rapidly became expressly marxist, allying itself with the communist North Vietnamese and therefore explicitly opposed the "capitalist, imperialist pig" Amerika. Don't tell me this is isn't so. I was there. I saw the dreary stream of mimeographed diatribes that papered the campuses in those days.
As the movement splintered into more radical and openly revolutionary factions, Mao's little red book became a bible of groups like the Weathermen who thought they were the spearhead of an actual violent, and yes, marxist, overthrow of the United States government. It was during this period that they became formal partners with the violent fringe of the civil rights movement, which spawned the Black Panthers as well as the Nation of Islam. The combination of black nationalist political entities with the marxist/Maoist tactics of the far radical left is what led to the Black Liberation Theology of people like Jeremiah Wright, a lineage you can trace in its vocabulary and politics. (The religious component is a threadbare figleaf; lovers of Christ who hate almost everyone are a contradiction in terms and more importantly an easy route to tax-free status.)
It was the alumni and remaining activists from this heritage that were most appealing to the young Obama as he recounted it in his two books about himself. He read and admired the content of Saul Alinski's manual for how to subvert systems from within. He teamed up with Weathermen Bill Ayers and Bernadine Dohrn to promote a far left radical agenda to Chicago schoolchildren. He served as a teacher for ACORN recruits and what he taught them was the tactics of the Alinski manual on revolution† He formed a twenty-year association with Jeremiah Wright and his church, where the rhetoric of anti-Americanism was culled from the same marxist sources Obama had learned to admire in other aspects of his life and careeer. I'm not even going to link this stuff, because the source materials for it are overwhelming, unassailable, and easily accessible.
Indeed, the only argument that can be made against these influences as central to the current political philosophy of Barack Obama is that he's older now than when he first formed his political orientation. We are being fed a bland assumption, based on absolutely nothing, that the years must have mellowed him and if he now speaks like a moderate, he must in fact be a moderate.
Why must he be? Can anyone point me to the third volume in his autobiographical trilogy that recounts his intellectual repudiation of marxist radicalism in favor of moderation? I don't think you can. This tireless writer hasn't written that book because the transformation everyone wants so much to believe in never occurred. Remember that he never repudiated Wright until political expediency absolutely required it. In sounding like a moderate, he is only following the instructions in Alinski's manual, saying whatever it takes to get inside the power structure you wish to subvert.
I don't doubt that he's a marxist because there's no evidence he's ever been anything but. And there's abundant evidence that there's nothing he professes to believe in public that he won't change, retract, or reverse himself on at a moment's notice.
Which means the only remaining question is just how daring and successful he will be in steering this country very sharply to the left. I concede the jury is still out on that one. Maybe he's as callow and fatally over-ambitious as he seems to many of us. Maybe his courage will fail him. Maybe his political skills aren't up to the task. Maybe the congressional and other leaders in his party will bully him into pursuing a less suicidal course for the party and the nation. And maybe, as Captain America believes (though for all the wrong reasons), the free market will ultimately defeat his intentions.
The American people still get a say, too. If Captain America believes that a solid majority of citizens will ever buy into his favorite arguments, we still have a chance to get our country back. Whatever he thinks he's selling, Americans won't be buying in the kind of numbers that would be required.
. We know you're all happy and gloaty about now. And I have
no intention of spoiling your fun. God knows you've waited for it long
enough and will have very little time to enjoy it before your messah
sinks hip deep into problems no first-time executive will ever be able
to solve... BUT. Since nobody else is likely to tell you this, here's a
tip that you might want to keep in mind.
There's an easy way to tell in any leftist political movement whether you're on the inside or the outside of the real power circle. It's an important distinction. Those inside the circle prosper and are elaborately rewarded for their participation. Those outside the circle are expected to shut up, go away, be completely ignored until the next election cycle, and look happy the whole time nonetheless.
Your side lives and conquers by the Big Lie.
For example, black people have been outside the liberal power circle ever since the Democrat Party adopted them to get Lyndon Johnson elected president. More Republicans than Democrats voted for the landmark Civil Rights bill in 1964, but Democrats convinced black people that they were the party of racial equality. Everything Democrats have done since has accomplished nothing but keep black people segregated, educationally deprived, and imprisoned in a destructive welfare-crime-victim mentality that systematically deprives them of real American opportunity while ensuring that racial resentments can never abate.
Close to half a century later, black people still regard equality as a remote and receding ideal. Why? Probably not directly malicious. It's just that others inside the circle had more influence and a greater command on party votes. Democratic allegiance to the National Education Association ensured that black Americans would remain trapped in incompetent public schools because vouchers were out of the question. Urban renewal projects that destroyed black neighborhoods and families looked good but served primarily to enrich urban construction contractors who always have their hooks into city hall and the necessary U.S. congressmen. Affirmative Action programs promised a brilliant future but merely extended ghetto segregation into the nation's best universities, where a brand new tradition of inevitable failure and demonstrated inferiority guaranteed yet another generation of dependency on the left's Big Lie that genuine racial equality was still, always, tantalizingly, just around the corner.
Are you starting to get it yet? No? You can tell that you're outside the power circle if you actually believe the Big Lies your side is telling and expecting you to repeat to anyone who will listen. Because inside the circle, the crafters of the lies know that they are exactly that and exactly why and how they are using them to their own personal benefit.
Do you believe the lie that George Bush went to war in Iraq, on his own hook, without massive Democrat support, based on worldwide intelligence that told the same story from nation to nation and spy agency to spy agency? Then you're outside the circle. All the Democrat power brokers know that this was a gigantically huge lie which they used ruthlessly to destroy the president of the United States and savage his foreign policy.
Do you believe the lie that the current financial crisis was caused by George Bush's tax cuts for the rich? Then you're outside the circle, because the Democrat U.S. Senators and Congressmen are well aware that their pandering on the question of "home ownership for the underprivileged" violated basic economic principles and generated a cancer that devoured the entire U.S. financial system.
Do you believe the lie that raising corporate taxes and imposing "windfall profit taxes" somehow helps average Americans? Then you're outside the circle. The truth is so simple that even left-wing legislators understand that corporate taxes are always paid, in full, every damn penny's worth, by average Americans, who pay the total costs of doing business in the prices they pay for goods and services. When the corporate tax rate goes up, prices go up. You pay them with every loaf of bread, every trash bag, every used car, every prom dress, every condom you buy. But they tell you the lie that they are on your side and are looking out for you when they raise taxes on all the entities and institutions which actually create jobs, meaning that there will inevitably be fewer jobs for average American like you. Why do they tell you such a lie? Because the more helpless and dependent you feel on their power to intervene via government on their behalf, the more likely they are to remain in power.
Do you believe the lie that all the problems in the world can be solved by being nice to foreign countries and leaders who openly despise and hate us? Then you are outside the circle. Everyone in power knows that whatever we did after 9/11 was bound to piss everybody off, friend and enemy alike. Because we're the rich uncle of the world. Meaning you are the rich uncle of the world, endlessly obligated to give and give and give to every poor relation who taps you on the shoulder with a meaning cough. What? You don't feel like a rich uncle? Why the hell not? Is it possible that foreign countries are like your obnoxious next-door neighbor? You know the one. He's entitled to play loud music in the middle of the night, every night, without rebuke, but if your poplar tree overhangs his side of the fence, he's also entitled to lop off the offending branches and kill it dead, without rebuke. Will appealing to his good side help? No? Then why do you believe the lie that Iran is more reasonable than your asshole neighbor?
Do you believe the lie that the biggest problems facing the world are global warming and American overuse of natural resources like oil and natural gas? Then you're hopelessly outside the circle. Nobody in power gives a rat's ass about potential crises that may take a hundred years to affect some modest percentage of the world's people. They care about them only if they can use your fear to increase their power, their own remoteness from consequences, and their authority to reach into your wallet for more taxes. They also know that if we use a higher percentage of the world's resources than anybody else, that's a net plus. We get the highest percentage return from it, meaning the greatest productivity, the most wealth creation, which drives the entire global economy. Or didn't you know that?
Do you believe the lie that the government really cares about your health, your healthcare, and your lifespan? Then you don't understand the circle of power at all. Have they outlawed tobacco and cigarette smoking? No. Because then they'd lose the incredibly onerous and regressive taxes they impose on cigarettes. They care about your healthcare only if it enables them to make more businesses -- insurance, hospitals, medical practices, pharmaceutical giants -- dependent on them for profit, permission, existence. That's what it means to be "liberal." Inside the circle, that is.
Your side is dedicated to only one constituency: power. If you don't understand that, you're outside the circle. Any good they do you is the sheerest accident, an unintended consequence of a strategy whose prime purpose is to maintain your pitiful dependence on their breathtakingly humongous lies.
Enjoy the next four years. Obama's inside the circle now. Where the hell are you? And more importantly, what the hell are you? You're the meat that baits the trap.