Thursday, July 19, 2007
Poverty, Pt. II
It's a bad sign of the times we are in and the hopelessness of the have nots that a minute ago I looked at the entry below on Edwards and realized I was surprised most not by him becoming a multi-millionaire after being born poor, but rather that his family went from being poor to reaching middle class in the first place. Hard to imagine these days.
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Oh Jesus. 20 lashes, you jock-sniffing, Olbermann-humping windbag. Bill Clinton said it right. "Republicans fall in line. Democrats fall in love."
Sadly, you've fallen in love with an absolute zero, a plaintiff's lawyer huckster who threatened doctors with ruin by convincing juries that their physicians not only maimed their patients, but they actually ate them.
Yet, he rolls into town about being the son of a mill worker, and blammo! Your cock is hard and this new you rail-splitter has you bent over his Daddy's John Deere.
Which is fine. One man's pornography is another's Monet.
But to then wax poetic about the loss of upward mobility in these times?
Penance. Go listen to the Ghost of Tom Joad fifteen times and for dinner, and eat the first 80 pages of The Grapes of Wrath. You're diet is shedding your judgment.
"The hoplessness of the have nots."
I'm putting this on your tombstone, right under PUTZ.
Marley: "What's wrong, Greg?"
Greg: "I'm a little down."
Marley: "What's got your goat, big man?"
Greg: "It's just . . . well . . . John hasn't called. And what with the hopelessness of the have nots and all . . . ."
Marley: "Ah."
Bruce Springsteen's Next Release
SIDE 1
The Hopelessness of the Have Nots
It's a Bad Sign
Hard to Imagine
These Days
SIDE 2
Mining Town
Those That Couldn't Help Themselves
Sticks to His Guns
Nobody Wants to Hear About Poor People
The Hopelessness of the Have Nots (acoustic)
dying!! arkived.
"Kerry talked with several potential picks, including Gephardt and Edwards. He was comfortable after his conversations with Gephardt, but even queasier about Edwards after they met. Edwards had told Kerry he was going to share a story with him that he'd never told anyone else—that after his son Wade had been killed, he climbed onto the slab at the funeral home, laid there and hugged his body, and promised that he'd do all he could to make life better for people, to live up to Wade's ideals of service. Kerry was stunned, not moved, because, as he told me later, Edwards had recounted the same exact story to him, almost in the exact same words, a year or two before—and with the same preface, that he'd never shared the memory with anyone else."
Bob Shrum
I left out a cut:
Daddy Worked in the Textile Mines
Shrum = incompetent!
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