Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Too. Tired. To. Blog.

Sorry. You know how it is. And if you don't, well, then screw you.

Anyway, if you're looking for something intelligent to read (which begs the question, why did you come here?), go there and think of kicking the standard rightwing Europe-hating, laissez-faire-loving, lying sack of fecal material -- let's say, Niall Ferguson's -- metaphorical ass with the information provided.

If you're looking for something with a little more spleen, go here or here.

An excerpt from the last link:

George Bush's second inaugural extravaganza was every bit as repugnant as I had expected, a vulgar orgy of triumphalism probably unmatched since Napoleon crowned himself emperor of the French in Notre Dame in 1804.

The little Corsican corporal had a few decent victories to his escutcheon. Lodi, Marengo, that sort of thing. Not so this strutting Texan mountebank, with his chimpanzee smirk and his born-again banalities delivered in that constipated syntax that sounds the way cold cheeseburgers look, and his grinning plastic wife, and his scheming junta of neo-con spivs, shamans, flatterers and armchair warmongers, and his sinuous evasions and his brazen lies, and his sleight of hand theft from the American poor, and his rape of the environment, and his lethal conviction that the world must submit to his Pax Americana or be bombed into charcoal.

Difficult to know what was more repellent: the estimated $US40 million cost of this jamboree (most of it stumped up by Republican fat-cats buying future presidential favours), or the sheer crassness of its excess when American boys are dying in the quagmire of Bush's very own Iraq war.

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But restraint is not a Dubya word. Learning nothing, the dumbest and nastiest president since the scandalous Warren Harding died in 1923, Bush is now intent on expanding the Iraq war to neighbouring Iran.


Ahhh, now that's more like it.

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