Sep. 6th, 2010

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While working in Rhode Island today I had to listen to Dennis Miller, Fred Thompson, and Laura Schlessinger. God, these people are infuriating. Miller was whining about President Obama, saying that the only decision of Obama's he agrees with so far is the one to escalate the "war" in Afghanistan, and even there he complained about "Jane Austen rules of engagement"; evidently he wants more weddings bombed and villages flattened.

Not only do I think the Republicans want the economic recovery to stall, but I think they want the U.S. bogged down as far as possible in expensive military quagmires too. Nothing that could be mistaken for peace or prosperity can be allowed to happen under a Democratic administration, and they don't care how many American soldiers come to be killed or maimed nor how many Afghans, Iraqis or other innocent foreigners suffer. I cannot find words to describe how loathsome these hypocritical bastards are.

Thompson was yelling about Iraq. He seems to feel we need to spend whatever lives and money it takes to preserve George W. Bush's legacy there. This whole "war on terror" bullshit is a trap; historians a hundred years from now are going to marvel that a relative handful of fanatics hiding in caves were able to exhaust the resources of the greatest military power in the world.

Schlessinger seemed to have mellowed a bit since she decided to quit radio; she actually treated three callers with sympathy, including one gay man about to marry his long time lover.

On my way home, I tried to think of any episode in the history of humanity in which conservatives played a positive role, any time in history when humanity has ever benefited from their ideas or political programs.

I can't think of one; the world would be a far better place if none of them had ever been born.
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I know some of y'all are not animal lovers, and I have never found dogs particularly interesting, but there is something special about coming home to something that literally jumps for joy at one's arrival. It is hard to avoid smiling when there is a creature like the one I have come to call Hyperdog, Lord Woofington, and The Duke of Barkingham living in one's house.

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