This place stinks of politics!
What have you all been doing!
I am reading a postively relentless recent diary list of hard cold politics.
What kind of site is this, anyway?
To paraphrase a line from a great movie (whose name I don't recall, but it was about some island where a mad scientist was doing vile experiments on humans):
"Are we not men?
Half man,
Half beast!"
Well, for the beast in all of us, join me below the fold.
Yes, you poor suffering warriors, I know you will once again enter the political fray with wild fierce cries, brandishing your scimitars or ninja stars or what have you.
But even the strongest warrior kicks back every now and then.
At least that's what I'm told from reading seamy biographies of warriors.
Sharon! We need you, Sharon! We need the Queen! We need the Kings! You are the only one with the kick back cure! A new voice singing an old style. A sultry singer who can reach out and squeeze you right in the heart without breaking a sweat.
If that ain't kicking back, I don't know what is.
Here's some Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings (h/t to kai at zuky):
Thank you to all the damned assholes who are uncivilly beating the shit out of each other on election diaries, so that when the rest of us finally and grudgingly start reading them, most of the crap will have been cleared away and we can benefit from the battles you all have been so fiercely waging. I, for one, appreciate you, on all sides, for all candidates. This battle is not petty, it is real and sometimes it's damned personal. After all are we not men? Half man, half beast! Aaaaaaaaah.
And thank you as well to all those hidden and puissant wizards who are patiently laying the groundwork of information we all so blithley use without thought, the polls and analyses, the numbers (aaaah! numbers! flee!), who is who, what is happening, through some mad alchemy only real wizards could explain, you have my undying devotion.
So yeah, I'll provide a place within which you battered warriors and powerful wizards can kick back for just a while till once again you join the fray.
Have a martini while you're at it.