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The G-20 Meeting

Sure now it warms the heart to see good American veterans in front of the National Archives waiting to pay all due respects to his Irrelevancy and Cheney the Evil Dwarf as they go the the G-20 meeting (in the Builidng Museum) on how to recharge the magic in the Free Market Unicorn. Probably this will involve selling virgins to Satan, but hell, if it gets the Dow back up over 10,000, that'll be small price to pay.

I'm sure our newscreatures will be falling all over their teleprompters to gush about how the brave, wise, white suits of Washington will figure it out and kiss the boo-boo and make it all better again. So we can go back to watching American Idol and The War on the SUV's TV while driving off to the big box store for a pallet-load of Cheetos and Xanax and toilet paper. A "leibniz leibkins," commentor at Artrios points out, "In a corporate society the corporate media is the state media."

Ah yes, America the Bestest, Free-est Country Ever!

History Lesson

It was the custom, in the England of the third King George,
(the hideous dictator deplored by our forefathers with such warlike
oratory) that no man had to surrender the road to the king
or his entourage; his beery, bad-teeth people would have strung
him up for such presumption. I think of this considerate king
whenever the cops stop traffic on Constitution so the Underflunky
of Something Or Other can have the whole eight-lane avenue
to roar by importantly in a racket of sirens and snarling Harleys,
his wasp-eyed Praetorian morons scowling down the barrels
of their burp-guns, twitching their trigger fingers at the sheepish
polite people to whom they will never, ever have to answer.

posted by Kalkaino @ 2:35 PM