It doesn't surprise me at all that the weakening of the earth's magnetic field, recently explained in so many articles, is a force to be reckoned with.
and it is certainly apparent that this changing flux is flummoxing our political bright lights, where it seems that everybody's political compass is undergoing some wild gyrations in these moments of high camp.
Take the President. Mr. Bush is fighting the war on terror, which is laudable, but he insists on leaving our 2,000 mile southern border essentially open to all comers, violent felons and terrorists included, which makes no sense whatsoever, which is bad. His compass is in need of serious repair.
Look at Mr. Frist and the boobs in the Republican Senate, who maintain the majority in this benighted body. They first offer me a hundred bucks of my own money, which is a sad, sorry insulting offer, to counter the rising cost of gasoline, rather than building refineries, drilling in aNWaR, reducing the plethora of boutique fuels foisted on us by the Democrats and their environmental shills to a manageable number, and upping the exploration-- all of which everybody with an operating compass and an automobile supports.
Then there are Mr. Frist's most recent half-baked ideas, seemingly picked from a pile held in an upturned Derby hat while he stands blindfolded in a bobbing lifeboat, of going after flag burners and gay marriage supporters despite what the overwhelming majority of everybody in both parties are clamoring for--real solid control on the borders. The Senate's Republican compass clearly requires some serious overhaul.
These actions by Mr. Frist and his staff remind me of the anecdotes concerning the English gentlemen who, when reminded of their indebtedness by a particular vendor, promised to no longer include their bills in the pile they wouldn't pay.
However, the Democrats seem to be equally, if not perhaps more severely, afflicted by this great magnetic storm of idiocy.
I mean, look at the actions of their star players.
al Gore is so far over the edge that his compass may no longer operate at all. From his wildly inventive total shuck in Jedda to his ongoing Willy Loman impersonation on the movie circuit, where he gamely peddles his rumpled pants and his snorer of an earth burning movie, al's compass points only toward asylum and the safety of inventive restraints.
Howard Dean has back-pedaled, clod hopped, and deeply puzzled his handlers lately, who have willingly traded their whips and chairs for Prozac and double shots of Cabo Wabo tequila with Dilaudid chasers, stunning the frazzled doctor with their frothy behavior. His compass needle, according to the attestations of those in his entourage, has completely fallen off its spindle and is rolling around freely inside the binnacle, offering poor Howard duplicative signals on the simplest of Democratic plans for the upcoming coup d'etat, to his embarrassment.
John Kerry, 35 years after he perpetrated his first major fraud on Congress and the american people, has been energetically peddling his most recent bait and switches from the specially rubberized interior of his favorite SUV, quite successfully, for as long as he's been a Senator. Meanwhile his compass can be heard spinning counterclockwise with enough force to require repeated oilings to prevent its seizing up, as he painfully contra-dances, boney knees up to his prominent chin, in an effort to match its repeated swings on the issues.
Then there are the eight brilliant Massachusetts Congressmen who were able to cobble together a massive, unheralded and often multi-syllabic 39-page brief, which they filed in federal court last Thursday, decrying the, you guessed, it, use of the NSa to monitor everything from phone calls, shoe sizes and paint colors on private homes. They are said to be fed up with this mad President's attempts to turn america into a dictatorship rivaling the Khanate described so vividly by Mr. Kerry in his Winter Soldier's harangue of lore.
Led by the impeccably turned out John Olver, who is known to possess a variety of compasses, one of which hails from a Cracker Jacks' box with another used to make perfect circles, this particular set of inchoate ramblings is backed by 64 other leading Democrats in support of an aCLU lawsuit which claims that not only is the preposterous NSa program completely illegal, but the paint color being tracked was previously copyrighted and deleteriously impacts women and minorities. They had rejected the inclusion of concerns over the repeated use of pets' names in military operations due the additional writing involved.
and on the pitiably small front, look at the meltdown that smarmy wheedling Democratic District attorney Mike Nifong is experiencing, for pity sakes, as he hurries to complete his final semester of law school before the Duke case comes to trial. It has become obvious to even the most amateurish of fixers that he can't tell the difference between a compass, northern lights and a true bill.
as fast as his case blows up and falls apart, even while the DNa shows that the complainant "entertained" only her boyfriend on the night in question, while her sidekick has propounded more versions of her story than Hillary Clinton has offered about her La fundraiser, Mike just indicts another defenseman--a clear illustration that the case is cobbled together from equal parts of sheer fantasy and broken dreams.
Mike, are they still shooting magnetic rays into your head?
Nope, the changes in the magnetic flux are upsetting politicians of all sizes, everywhere and their compasses have gone completely awry.
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