who remembers the radiclibs?

I believe Dump is being prosecuted by the proper authorities.  I believe they are shitting and deserve to remain on the pot.  The FBI is doing whatever it is supposed to be doing, well we think, they never seem to want to tell us anything.  Did they ever finish looking into the big girl's emails?  Will they tell us when they are?  The senate just launched their investigation with nice sounding preambles and the rep and the dem pledging their troths.  Of course that is the way the house started theirs but now it is in shambles.  It is pretty obvious that the White House has reached into it and made Nunes their man and now he is the kidney stone in the urethra of the house investigation.

Note how I said White House instead of Dump.  Well nobody thinks Dump does anything other than tweet. play golf, and issue commands with no details, so people use White House to designate who is actually doing things, except that doesn't include everybody, there are all these fellow travelers that aren't officially members of the White House so the term Trumpland is gaining use.  Has that eerie aura of fantasy.

Before I left Champaign in the middle eighties there had been some big hullabaloo about building a clean coal plant in Mattoon, but it never happened.  Thirty years later it is still not happening.  Seems like I heard NPR talking about one that was actually built a couple days ago but that one wasn't working either.  The impression I get is that they maybe could get one to work but it would cost a gazillion dollars.  It's kind of like vapor ware to delude those coal miners that they can leave the cash register at the 711 and get back down in the mines except that even if it did work it would just be machines going down there.

I'm with you on socialized medicine Beagles.  I hear it whispered in the heartland, but as yet I hear not a murmur in Washington.


You know sometimes I throw in these parable and riddles because  I am pumped up by Mr Coffee and my fingers are flying across the keyboard and I just let if flow, and sometimes it's just to see if anybody is reading what I have written.  I have dropped that middle class/democracy thing for a lack of interest and ok, it is a little vague and stuffy, but I am trying to keep the Cain and Abel thing alive because I think it speaks to something more primal.  Let's see, the FC is the polecat-ferret that is unleashed by that ruby red element of the electorate who are the hunters.

I used to read Slate, but  I lost interest when they started listing their articles several times. Their site is divided into several areas and each one lists the same damn articles.  What is with that?  It must be some kind of well, thing, because i notice that one of my favorite sites, The Hill has recently started to do the same thing.  Like its sister Salon it is a little heavy on the celeb side, and its kind of heavy on the radiclib side.

I had to look that up to make sure I had it right, maybe it was libradic, but there was friendly old wiki setting me straight and giving me a little historical note that it was coined by Spiro Agnew well more likely it was coined by his writers who chief among them was William Safire, who I didn't like his politics but he used to have this column on written English which I used to enjoy.  In fact there used to be several columns around on things like was it ok to use hopefully as a stand in for one would hope.  I miss those columns.  The scent of chalk dust, the chummy bemusement, the tweedy diction, I miss them.

Oh radiclib.  How come the right doesn't use it anymore?  I think because it used to be bad to be radical, but anymore it is spot on, very hip among the coolest rightists, kick out the jams, let's burn this sucker down.  They certainly don't want to associate that word with liberals who are squishy and verbose and are standing in the doorways and blocking the halls.

Dungarees Old Dog?  Like in bib overalls?  They were quite hip in my youth, but I never picked up the habit.  I like turnips though.  They don't seem to be too hip right now though.  They are tucked into a little bin at Jewel jostled by the different varieties of kale and the 'ruglias, and the rabes, and the whatnot.  When I take them up to the clerk half the time I am asked what are those.