Butchered 'crats

Today's Straight Jacket no - not for us

J.R. Dunn's The American Left Slides Into Psychosis for American Thinker reminds me of the movie Blood Simple.  It's so carefully crafted that there's no throw-away scene; not an extraneous word of dialog.  Editing for the trailer is frustrating, because the distributor, me, keeps ending up with the entire film.  I'm not even going to try then.  Oh, what the hell .. “ Leftists really believed that Obama embodied their moment. Obama held all the cards -- majorities in both houses, a slavish press that viewed him as no less than a godling, an enthusiastic public, even an acquiescent international establishment,... No left-of-center president has had smoother road before him -- not FDR, not Lyndon Johnson. Yet Obama's efforts amount to utter failure. ... He got the bills passed, guaranteed that their execution would be in the hands of extraconstitutional figures beholden only to him, and got them funded by means both legal and illegal. All of it was put into play with a smoothness that only Chicago thuggery combined with socialist chicanery could accomplish. He launched them, and they crashed, and they burned. They crashed and burned because they cannot work. ... not in Asia, not in Africa, nowhere across this wide world. ... The failures were hurriedly stuffed down the memory hole, enabling the left to hope for another shot sometime down the line. (No small number of people in this country -- many of them not doctrinaire leftists by any means -- truly believe that FDR "ended" the Depression.)  But today they have a problem --several, in point of fact. The first is that the memory hole has in large part been filled in over the past decade and a half by such things as the Internet and the New Media. It's no longer a simple matter to shove nationwide failures out of sight. It may not even be possible. The second is the fact that this time they bet the house. They put everything down on Obama. Because it had to work. Because the third time was the charm. Because O was the messiah. And now they're sitting in the casino dead broke, without another dime to lay on the table, and through the doorway they can hear the shouts of the people whose money they embezzled.  </excerpt> I feel like a butcher.