Watching the zeppelin of the neoconservative movement burst into flames, tethered to the mooring mast of George W. Bush's presidency, I experience a shiver of such undiluted schadenfreude it's like to blew my earlobes off. What joy to see these scheming, lubricious barghests come undone, sinking beneath the hubris of their utter assurance that they alone are blessed with the vision to fulfill mankind's destiny: to shovel money into their pockets, regardless of the cost to life, love, or the future of the world.Let's hope the flames are hot and last a long time.
Props to Omnipotent Poobah, again.
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oooh you are still in the rant. can i have some of what you are taking?
Whew! That's a helluvalotta big words you're slingin' there, pardner! Most people won't get past hubris...
My wife has been enjoying the word "schadenfreude" lately, which is another reason this one struck me.
my personal favorite was schadenfreude
TAG, you're it. I know you hate this but you should create a list of books for us to do.
http://www.asu.edu/educ/epsl/EPRU/thinktankreview.htm
Something interesting to sink your teeth into.
I always loved that quote. I think they should post it in every government building in the country...right next to the 10 commandments. The juxtaposition would be delicious.
did not he see the nog tag banner? you want to borrow one of my shotguns dave? you can't have the italian ones but all the others are available for you. take the remington gas and pull the plug out.
cant borrow a gun in this instance, Rev, unless I've got a strong urge to sleep alone (the little woman takes exception to being shot at).
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