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Do you think this is a good meme for Democrats who want a different Democrat to take the White House, 2012?

I mean, in my opinion the Obama Administration has done nothing democratic, or liberal, or progressive its entire history.

Who do you think would be an awesome Democrat president, 2012? Your dream candidate. For me it would be a Democrat who advocates for a federal standard for voting and voter registration.


Flunky Obama

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Comment Preferences

  •  You've demonstrated (22+ / 0-)

    one of the major flaws of DK4 allowing inane comments posing as diaries to be posted as diaries.

    " My faith in the Constitution is whole; it is complete; it is total." Barbara Jordan, 1974

    by gchaucer2 on Fri Mar 25, 2011 at 08:06:12 PM PDT

    •  gchaucer2: (0+ / 2-)
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      allergywoman, jimreyn

      In regards to your comment, yes, I can see the validity of it in the eyes of folks who haven't been on DKos for years, but in context, a new diary in a string of many, invalid. This diary is not an inane comment but a diary in a long narrative of many, and indeed the subject is related to the overall theme.

      I see your sig line. Is it true or not: do you believe in the Constitution? And if it states something is to be done, you personally believe it should be done?

  •  I want to say "oh fuck off" (3+ / 0-)
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    smileycreek, kalmoth, allergywoman

    but I'm far too polite... and I'm known as part of the left-wing of the left-wing of the Democratic Party.

    This is a crisis I knew had to come, Destroying the balance I'd kept. Doubting, unsettling and turning around, Wondering what will come next.
    --Ian Curtis

    by jethrock on Fri Mar 25, 2011 at 08:23:25 PM PDT

  •  "I tell you... (13+ / 0-)

    when it comes to asking stupid questions and giving crazy answers, I don't need to go looking for help from my neighbors."

    - Don Quixote, Volume 2, Chapter 22, pg. 476

  •  Oh... (13+ / 0-)

    I thought you said "FUNKY Obama."

    Watch Rex, Political Dog give hell to Sarah Palin, Michelle Bachmann, and various rightwing lunatics on Twitter.

    by Bob Johnson on Fri Mar 25, 2011 at 08:58:38 PM PDT

  •  My dream candidate keeps getting killed. (2+ / 0-)
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    john de herrera, allergywoman

    Every night I get woke up when it happens.  It sucks.  

    S.A.W. 2011 STOP ALL WARS "The Global War on Terror is a fabrication to justify imperialism."

    by BigAlinWashSt on Fri Mar 25, 2011 at 09:17:18 PM PDT

  •  I'm Curious..... (3+ / 0-)
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    kalmoth, Rustbelt Dem, allergywoman

    Who, pray tell, is the diarist dream candidate for President in 2012?  No need to quibble.  

  •  Kucinich/Olivaw 2012 (4+ / 0-)

    The Psychotronic Warrior and the Positronic Brain. The diarist should approve cuz his wife was overheard asking Dennis "Is that a Constitution in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?".

    One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble ... Murray Head

    by virginislandsguy on Fri Mar 25, 2011 at 11:57:25 PM PDT

  •  Here's a poem I've been working on: (0+ / 0-)

    I thought I had it, but these are late edits:

    Untitled Prose Poem

    What is it you would see? If it be woe or wonder, cease your search, and let the following be told to the unknowing world how these things came about--of carnal and bloody acts, of accidental judgments, casual slaughters, of deaths put on by cunning, and plans of deceit fallen upon the deceiver's heads. All this can truly be delivered, so let it be told, even while minds are wild--words for the ear to make us dumb. Let us recount the occasion of our sudden and strange return lest more plots and errors of mischance happen.

    Oh how stale, flat and without purpose the world seems--a garden gone to seed, weeds rank and gross posses it. That it should come to this, rendered beasts in comparison to gods of the sun we are meant to be. Must we remember? Break, our altogether heart, and you our sinews, grow not old, but bear us stiffly up, for we must hold until in dreadful secrecy the dreadful knowledge is known--until the apparition appears no more upon the battery where we watch.

    Some say ’tis but our fantasy, this dreaded sight that fills us with fear and wonder--this specter that appears when the stars have made their course to light the parts of heaven where they now burn. We would not have believed it, this strange eruption in our state. Why is there so much brass going to cannons, ships being built seven days a week--what threat and purpose accounts for all this sweaty haste day and night? Who can answer the question of these wars? ’Tis a mote which troubles the mind’s eye, for when Rome was high and triumphant before it fell, they say graves opened up and the shrouded dead went shrieking through the streets. Stars with trails of fire, disasters in the sun, the watery moon sick almost to doomsday with eclipse--harbingers of fates coming on--such feared events have heaven and earth demonstrated to us now.

    ’Tis very strange, give it an understanding but no tongue. All is not well, we suspect foul play, and foul deeds will rise though all the earth would overwhelm them to our eyes. Oh angels and ministers of grace do not let we who delight in truth as much as life itself burst from a lack of understanding, but tell why this specter has been cast up again. What does this mean, this visitation shining by the light of the moon--making night hideous and we fools of nature--shaking us with thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls. Oh say why this is--our fate cries out and makes each petty artery as hardy as the lion.

    Caught round in a net of villainies, sorting the plot and play through to the end--is it not damned to let this canker come to further evil? We must defy thoughts and feelings of fear when examples evident as earth exhort us. We put on our antic disposition--God’s jester--while putting up with the calamities, bearing the whips and scorns of time, the injustice of tyrants, the arrogance of authorities, the law’s delay--we bear these ills rather than fly to others that we know not of. Consciousness makes cowards of us all! Were these bones begotten for no better purpose than to be used for playing games? We are no more than sheep and calves to think a document of law alone will secure us. Do we stand in its way even though it would blast us? Where is this knowledge which our knowing would help a fate avoid?

    We’re asked to cast off our melancholy and look upon the rule with kindness, for the excuse that everything passes through nature into eternity. Yet is it not an offense to heaven, the dead, and nature, to subvert this potential so? Our woe is yet to be proved of no avail--oh heaven direct our course, that we, with wings as swift as thinking and thoughts of love may sweep to our revenge; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is, than honesty could ever translate beauty into its likeness; and in the corrupted currents of this world the gilded hand may shove justice aside, as ’tis often seen, the wicked prize itself buys out the law. But ’tis not so in heaven above: there, there is no shuffling, no trickery, there every action lies in its true nature and we ourselves are compelled from the teeth to the forehead of our faults to give evidence in all.

    Who comes to chide our tardiness? Do we not have the bile to make oppression bitter? Is this late visit but to whet our almost blunted purpose? Let us confess ourselves to heaven, repent what’s past so we may avoid what is to come in times as obscene as these where virtue itself begs the pardon of vice--bows and begs to do what is right.

    This rule, whom we trust as we would fanged serpents, bears its mandate to sweep our path and marshal us to our doom. So be it--’tis sport to have the engineer blasted up with their own bomb. And it shall go, but we will delve one yard below its mines and blow it to the moon. Oh ’tis most sweet when in one line two schemes directly meet; oh that from this time forth our thoughts be bloody or nothing worth--where not even the ocean overpowers the flats with more haste than our rebellion sweeps it aside, as if the world begins now, former order be damned. Our state cries so loud to be heard, from heaven to earth, that we must question it all--and where the offence is, let a great axe fall. Oh treble woe fall ten times treble on the cursed head whose wicked deed deprives us of our most fine sense. A desperate disease requires a desperate remedy for relief or there is none at all.

    Whose grief bears such an emphasis, whose words of sorrow would cause the wandering stars to stand still like a wonder-struck audience? Humanity. And what a piece of work--how noble in reason, how infinite in ability, in form and movement--how exact and admirable--in action how like an angel, in apprehension, how like a god--the beauty of this world--we will fight for this until our eyelids no longer blink. Our skills shall indeed stand out like the most fiery star in the darkest of nights.

    Perhaps heaven has pleased itself with us, that we may be its minister and scourge. Then venom to its work, and let it be told, that from here the day will arrive where all shall appear as clear to judgment as day to the eye.

    •  Untitled? How about "John Sucks Ass" (2+ / 0-)
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      There you go...

      I put as much thought into that three word statement as you did into your incredibly lengthy diary.

      OOOPS. My bad. Your diary was three sentences.

      You've only proven with even more access to a Thesaurus some folks can prove themselves an even bigger ass.

      This is a crisis I knew had to come, Destroying the balance I'd kept. Doubting, unsettling and turning around, Wondering what will come next.
      --Ian Curtis

      by jethrock on Sat Mar 26, 2011 at 01:55:35 AM PDT

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  •  HR'd for your truly racist bullshit (3+ / 0-)
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    kalmoth, Geekesque, allergywoman

    and I do not throw that type of criticism around lightly.

    You John do not speak for me, and it would be a shame to let your bile spew without any confrontation.

    This is a crisis I knew had to come, Destroying the balance I'd kept. Doubting, unsettling and turning around, Wondering what will come next.
    --Ian Curtis

    by jethrock on Sat Mar 26, 2011 at 01:44:10 AM PDT

  •  This is very sad (2+ / 0-)
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    kalmoth, allergywoman

    and it is not a legitimate diary.  Maybe this will help: take a long walk, breathe deeply, and count every step.  This increases the supply of oxygenated blood to the brain.

    Too soon old, too late smart.....

    by DvCM on Sat Mar 26, 2011 at 11:54:16 AM PDT

  •  quoth: (3+ / 0-)
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    Geekesque, allergywoman, tundraman

    "Who do you think would be an awesome Democrat president, 2012?"

    They can never help it, no matter how much they try to present themselves as Democrats, they always give themselves away by using right-wing terminology, like using "Democrat" instead of "Democratic" as the adjectival form.

    We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another. -- Jonathan Swift

    by raptavio on Sat Mar 26, 2011 at 08:43:02 PM PDT

  •  FAIL!!!! (2+ / 0-)
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    allergywoman, tundraman

    For Republicans everywhere, you should remember this statement: "The values inspiring those brave workers in Poland … They remind us that where free unions and collective bargaining are forbidden, freedom is lost." (Ronald Reagan 1980)

    by Nebraskablue on Sat Mar 26, 2011 at 09:00:37 PM PDT

  •  One of the choices on your poll should have been: (2+ / 0-)
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    allergywoman, Debby

    Fuck this poll.

    Then I might have participated.

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