Then someone needs to point this part out:
The spoiled brat wanted his photo op at the memorial, and had a tantrum when the people who served their country were let in but he had to stomp off.
If you do, I can just hear your defense attorney now:
“If the Congressman is a shit, you must acquit.”
You’d be walking in no time.
I hope they implemented the post count with a long int
Obama’s violent rhetoric requires a “Second Amendment solution”!
And walked it back. Only took him about half an hour to get smarter, which is encouraging.
A congressional aide probably had to explain to him why it was such a bad idea, using diagrams, hand gestures and puppets.
If you’ve taken great pains to unite a base on the claim the opposition is truly immoral, corrupt and evil it makes you look bad if you even compromise a little. It’s very difficult for representatives to ‘sell’ what constitutes governance to such people.
We are seeing many layers of stupidity going on:
Translation:
“We fucked up, and we are even more fucked as we Republicans do not have the guts to confront the stupidity of our extremists in the open.”
It also riffs on the old “You fucked up; you trusted us!” Ideas of the Bush the lesser era.
Ted Cruz thinks he’s John Galt. In his fantasies, he’s re-enacting that endless scene where the triumphant Galt lays down the law to the moochers and collectivists.
(My memory, praise the Goddess, is starting to fade. What was that fucker, like, fifty pages of tiresome sophomoric philosophy?)
Being a humble man, I’m crediting indolence and luck rather than good sound judgement for the fact that I never read it.
I read Galt’s speech. Well, “read” in the same way that Wendy Torrance read her husband Jack’s novel. I read the first page, started to become overwhelmed and unsettled, flipped to the next page, had my eyes start to go all googly, and then began flipping pages and pages more rapidly, tearing up and becoming scared about just how out of touch with reality a mind would have to be to have written something like that. “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”
57 pages. Page 936-993, Signet paperback edition AE3215. You left out “self-congratulatory” and “ridiculous”.
Who is John Galt?
Where is Judge Crater?
Why is Ted Cruz?
Who is Spain?
Why is Hitler?
When is right?
A which! A which!
Why a duck?
As did I but my reaction was more one of boredom combined with sheer interest in length (but it’s true that a less out-of-touch monologue would be more interesting.) “Let’s see if it ends after a couple more pages…okay, skip ahead a little more…thicker turn this time…still not done…okay a big-ass turn this time…OMG THIS IS THE LONGEST FUCKING MONOLOGUE EVER…” … picks up book to throw across room, can’t, Dad’s book.
Alternative version: “picks up book to throw across room, can’t, fucking gigantic book.”