Nice try, astirrin the pot.
(Now if only it'd been Georgia Tech 'stead o Notre Dame, in yer futchah! '-)

Involuted? Yup;

No lions to throw to the lawyers.

Only token politico-slogan exchanges, since it takes so Much trouble to try and conjure up a replacement for an abandoned Constitution, and all. No worthy dialogue on such er irrelevant questions as:

WTF does a 'conservative' want to conserve, after he gets the first million?

WTF does an anarchist want done with a speeding ticket?

Who stole the entire allotment of Guts from the 'Demo'crats?

Comfy; as with any other collection of drop-ins.. eventually all the big Issues had their firefight (no decent Xian roasts/defenses since.. Nick pronounced us all Evul - while relishing his Free Pass to watch our roasting from The Throne). Lots standing by for free tickets, rapturin-out - from airplane seats, yet.

Nope, no Kirkegaard, Dostoevsky or Heidegger face-offs. And nobody has a slightest idea about advertisin fer new blood as might want to do more than desultory chatting about er Friends.. was that some Tee Vee thing?

Now lengthy chains of I'm OK/Yer Not ? Why Not!? psych detritus, 'stead of anything much with an idea inside. (besides the moi-moi-moi topic - that's not an idea; that's YAN boring illusion)

Not being able to speak for anyone but moi -- I find that the entire morose, oft lugubrious Plight of our vanishing Republic, our burgeoning Pope Ashcroftian State has, simply dulled all comers (not just at zIWE - Everywhere!)

My theory is merely that, about the unSpeakable - you Just Can't Say Much; outrage can only be expressed individually, according to body-type and early conditioning. And then some Next! outrage occurs - currently, solely from the PNAC-mindset: and,

It's. All. Been. Said.

Nothing new. Just more of the Same Shit, slathered higher and deeper, with the EdJAkayShun resident still proclaiming 180\ufffd lies about "no child left behind cha cha cha" - with no actual Pshaw gettin on the newsfotainment, ever.

Mere impotent croaks from the wimpish sidelines: Repos on a Roll. Demos, til very recently: goin along with the gutting of all things bright&beautiful as once seemed doable (even in this merchandise-besotted sterile wasteland).

Downwards.. as to _{National Honor} and similar inexpressibles.

My Gramma! - [now able-to!] actively building new nukes! (for whatever Fuck-all Cockamamine Next-Use Plan roils in the depraved Rove-o-witz brainpan).


So.. ya gots anything New? Danno - or just more general sophistry du jour..



Ashton
..impatiently awaiting an Overdue next book by Kurt V, to tell us what -currently- we have become.