I
do not always follow the topic of the day, and in concurrence with Philadelphia
sage Dick Polman, who has only corralled 3,279 social media accounts, which
might be an indicator of public broadcasting malaise, and a very talented
writer never quite making it to the top of the heap, which means that I learned
something from him within his deconstruction of the now caramelized cultural shock of Psycho, it speaks to
something beneficial to veer off topicality, resist the flash points, though at
best sometimes all we can do is recycle and echo each other. Where David French
would use the phrase “high voltage outrage” to designate Tucker Carlson’s
segmented air time within the Fox News pantheon, the dowager would write “blockhead,”
and at her most charitable, simply say the little big man anchor is a well
defined Neanderthal who puts beefsteak in a three piece suit. Fuck him. Out of
near death curiosity I had to stream the interview which led to Durden’s
termination and feel Emory was wrong to terminate Durden solely on the basis of
a blowout out with a redneck, but he’s our redneck, not some foreign invader
like Llhan Omar. Viewers still have the ability not to watch what’s fed into
the camera, but this medieval regression seems to be what we prefer, terrorizing wife and children rather than formulating well thought out refutation. Even thoughtful conservatives like Scott Walker cannot do what is necessary for longer term viability: shrink the damn regulatory paradigm and its wilding out growth. He may have succeeded in making us question the wisdom of public sector state employee unions, but pension funds do indeed have to be examined. I can tell you here from the bottom, that Medicaid funding is a sprawling exercise in futility, in my erroneous belief that I could have a normal life, wrong word, a presumption that I could move out of my caste, but it's more accurate to have supposed a fulfilling one. Krauthammer could do it because his paraplegia was a tragic mishap. He was still dispassionate enough to transfer his skill set from clinical psychiatry to the science of policy. Poor Joanne wanted to excise Norman Bates' mother for Janet Leigh's poise, and wound up far more paralyzed in niggerland than John's boot camp visits entertained in our graduate years.
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