Where To Start - 10/22/06

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We guess the place to start is ... at the sound of the Bush claxon. Jump right out of our hair shirts for supporting the terminal stupidity and interminable incompetence of the current Administration. Did we forget 'shrill arrogance'? No -- that's a sound we actually cozy up to. As we all flounder about in self-exculpations of so many, many disastrous turns that just wouldn't turn out right, that childish shree of 'The Terror! The Terror!' perversely warms and blessedly distracts, counting on knee-jerk votes for the Commander-in-Chief and simultaneously busting the tin-eardrums of those who won't march to our tune. But this Pavlovian dog don't hunt no more (probably because it got shot in the face by Cheney's overkill). Voters have also learned to associate the gut discomfort with the voices that brought the message. So, 'Fukuyamama', Georgie - we neocons know when to quit.

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Splenic in the Grass, we abandon our grand love affair; the Neo promised land prefigured in the shock and awe of the ardent Bush is patently unattainable. He's dared tap Iraq one too many times: the only thing left for him now is merely to see a good Canaan. (And that's what we're best at.) He sure deserves it. So, it's time for us beast-starving Neos to stop supporting arms for his Tac-wing-and-a-prayer ploy for a Middle East paradise. Of course, the problem's not the beatific vision - it's his gross mismanagement since. Too much rhetoric, too few troops. Didn't stryker while the iron fist was hot with the terror-fried voters. Now he can't politically afford the troops we prescribed, and all the over-the-top victory rhetoric is good for is reminding our once-miltant children how bad his non-execution has been. Bushes, Cheneys, Powells, Rices, Bremers, Feiths, Myerses, Caseys, Zinnis, Abizaids, Khalilizads, Jaafaris, Malikis. As always, too many Chiefs and not enough...Apaches. Faithless bastard. You can put your arms down now. That horrid noise has brought Jericho down around us all.

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See, we - your priests - gotta cramp in our golden calf. Can't support you anymore. I know it's gonna hurt to put it this way, but... it's the economy, stupid. We need to start seeing some more green. (Oil independence, anyone?) Instead of the quick smash-and-grab oil riches to counter the entitlement-slaying tax cuts, all you've mismanaged to mine from an undermanned Iraq is an over-shot deficit and globalized resentment. Think that combo won't force a secreted agenda of raising interest rates? You know, to keep the politically fractious and overly dollar-denominated Chinese buying bonds, carrying the risk and most of the weight of the 75% of the deficit, that foreigners' bond sales finance, that will devalue with the inevitable drop in the dollar, that will drive inflation here, that will doubly pressure for tightening rates, that will drive $1T+ credit debt even higher for consumers, that won't be able to spend, save, or even borrow anymore, that will forestall the new houses that every man-jack once built. Wait 'til they see what you've got in store for them: doubled minimum CC payments already passed and a new bill to remove mortgage-interest tax deductions...

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Hey?!! Do we digress???? Hmmm....let's see...where were we? 'Over-shot deficit and globalized resentment' . No, not really a digression. Everyone's getting to resent you and "your" America - hell, even most Americans. We're not going down with your titanic incompetence - we are now seeking a new vehicle for our still-grand vision. As we look, we're sure we'll find innumerable details of the American political decadence we in tandem ushered in.

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NEOlogism of the Day

We like this new Bush admin flirtation with approximating regrets for some decisions and/or indirect admission of mistakes and failures - especially those flirtations that don't seriously compromise any previous 'truthiness'. So, in approximating an homage to Stephen Colbert's penchant for neologism (as well as the muting of T's), we offer up "ruthiness" to describe this newfound quality.