Hi, and welcome to the first and probably utterly doomed installment of "What's Your Fucking Disaster?"
I'm putting this out there in an effort to collect as many nightmarish scenarios as possible from the hopefully doom-laden Dkos crowd. These hellish visions of annihilation will then be placed in a specially-designed Tokamak reactor and used to generate cheap, coal-free energy; unless of course some catastrophic plasma collapse results from heating the reactor to a degree greater than the internal core temperature of the sun, in which case we are so, very, very, screwed.
Those corporate tentacles never stop reaching...
Cox Communications, the nation’s third-largest cable company, on Tuesday unveiled a plan to monitor and slow Internet content it deems unimportant.
With this news, Cox joins the ranks of other Internet providers willing to tempt legal fate by getting between customers and their access to the free-flowing Web...
Cox has decided that certain Web traffic is "less time-sensitive," and will be blocked in favor of other "more timely" content during periods of high congestion. They plan to test this system on their lucky customers in Kansas and Arkansas before rolling it out nationwide.
I know this will not be received very well, but I'm just asking "what is happening with Keith?"
Come on in, the bar's open.
You know, as an Obama supporter, it was one thing to have Hillary's Voldemortish-like presence hover over my house like a malevolent, Bill-filled blimp, blocking out the very stars at night; and I could deal with her hiring gangs of DLC-friendly teens to pelt my house with wads of crumpled photos of Obama in traditional garb; I could even work around the megaphone-equipped van cruising my neighborhood at 3 a.m. blasting Fleetwood Mac and clips of her explaining the details of her health care plan. But now she's gone too far.
In what may be one of the most surprising if overlooked findings in recent SUSA post-primary polling, new data sets indicate that traditional voting patterns among canine and feline sectors may be shifting far beyond what conventional models have predicted. But how significant a factor might this prove to be in a tight race that's been defying expected trends from the outset?
More below the flap door.
The primaries were hot like the night that falls swiftly during wartime in the Sangre de Cristo mountains.
Voting was heavy. Then, it was light. Those who could not face it cast absentee ballots.
The candidates were still sweating and leaping for the favor of the beautiful superdelegates. Their supporters were sweating too and making pie sounds among the fiery blogs that lurked patiently in tall grass for the old newspapers. He walked among them lamenting his lost youth.
Then there was a cantina, and it smelled like honesty.
That was the title of a fine novel by the esteemed Australian novelist Alan Sillitoe
And if there were a proper metaphor for the travail of the progressive in this society I would reckon this is it. Support or fail me beneath this thread, fellow walkers.
On-site sensors have indicated the emergence of an eventuality some of us have feared for years: Daily Kos has slipped into a state of quantum entanglement that has blurred the Front Page with the Diary List.
More below the space-time fold.