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scream-of-consciousness; "If you're trying to change minds and influence people it's probably not a good idea to say that virtually all elected Democrats are liars, but what the hell."
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So did Rush err by not driving the stake though HRC when we had the chance? Cause this guy in in deep trouble. We can only hope that HRC gets so nasty, so underhanded that Obama would look like the biggest wimp evah if he took the VP
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Right now Obama needs something like 73% of the remaining delegates to lock, Hillary 97%. With all kinds of variables though, which may lead to a replay of 1968 and a Democrat slaughter.
Democratic slaughter. Would that 'twere. Brings to mind the post I made on a thread at Sondrak's a moment ago:
When I was a kid back in the 40s and 50s, my uncles always told me never to get in the middle when brothers fought. As proof of that, they dragged out the brutality and statistics from the Civil War, saying that the bloodiest of battles always happen within families.
In high school, several teachers reinforced that wisdom with various stories from classical literature, such as the sons of Oepidus and the Machiavelli family and so on. I learned many stories and quotes, such as Hamlet’s “for ‘tis sport to have the enginer hoist with his own petar,” and so on.
My grandparents, especially the old man (from whom I apparently inherited the trait), liked to tell stories to make his points, often fables or embellished tales or complete fabrications. My grandmother dealt mostly with parables and selected snippets from the Sermon on the Mount which she applied pretty accurately to stuff that kids ran into more or less on a daily basis.
Here’s a story I remember my grandfather telling at the suppertable:
A red fox took it into his head one winter to make life easy for himself and when the opportunity presented itself, he stole several chickens which he killed and allowed to freeze before storing them away in his lair.
Then one nice bright day after a snowfall, he ventured out to check on his territory. A gray fox saw him and mentioned that he hadn’t been seen out and about for many days. The red answered that he hadn’t been feeling well and had spent most of the time in his lair recuperating.
The gray backtracked the red and found his lair by stepping carefully in red’s tracks so as to conceal his own. Then he went to the farmer and explained how he could rid himself of the red fox by following HIS tracks back to the lair. He circled and watched as the farmer discovered the lair and dispatched the red as he returned from checking his domain.
Once the farmer had gone, carrying the red in a satchel over his shoulder, the gray immediately inhabited the burrow and settled back to enjoy the bounty purchased by his treachery. The next morning as he ventured out to get a drink from the stream, the farmer shot him as he had the red.
The only question I have is whether Hillary is the red or the gray. I mean, they’re both incipient communists and have no conception whatever of black and white answers, only shades of gray.