No matter what any of your opinions are about the Iowa caucus results, I think that we can all take some pleasure in the fact that the Democrats had a rather dully horrible night. The Clinton supporters are frantic at the thought that she almost lost. The Sanders supporters are worried about the fact that he didn’t win. I don’t know what the O’Malley supporters thought, and neither does anybody else. And the Democratic party in general is probably looking at their total vote participation, then looking at ours, and then getting really, really worried.
Also: f*ck ethanol subsidies. F*ck them, if you’ll pardon the highly crude pun, right in the ears. That I will gloat about, and I refuse to feel bad about said gloating.
To be fair: The Democrats DID get Sticker Boy, so that’s something.
I had fun.
It seems that a lot of these Third Rails in politics are like much of conventional wisdom. Awfully conventional but not wise.
*ponders*
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If something is conventional then that means that the “lowest common denominator” is what it represents.
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So the political “conventional wisdom” is actually the lowest common denominator of what anyone could think in politics. That is, it is just above pointing and grunting when it comes to direction.
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*considers*
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Getting beyond the obvious things (you do not expect a vote after saying “I hope you die in a fire!” to a random citizen), what is conventional wisdom?
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Is it just a self-supporting, self-referential whirligig of people quoting each other and citing the source that has cited them? Is this self-bolstering merry-go-round of opinion and self-pleasured fact useful when there are people who reject what has been spun out of the D.C. and party cyclotrons?
*Beats Me*
Amen regarding ethanol subsidies. They deserve to die a horrible flaming death.
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But I’m especially enjoying the credible accusations of fraud on the sinister side.
Granted, they were just as credible when made against Obama eightish years ago, but the whole “lightworker” insanity kept it from sticking. Hillary doesn’t have that going for her. Quite the opposite, in fact.
I went to Costco, bought popcorn.
i got all sorts of snacks because – hey, I’m an American and I want to surf on a river of snacks when the stupid parties finally find themselves arguing which comma in whatever clause of their guides is supposed to – you know – tell you who will actually…
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*bloody warhammer or battleaxe brought down*
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And then again we just go and do the tribal thing.*
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*The ridiculous crap in Mad Max? Are you serious? Spending all of that time and all of that acetylene to weld all of that steel onto a vehicle that is one anti-personnel mine away from complete junk yard?
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Go right ahead; you build hedgehog hotrods; I’ll train rifles – men and women – so that when you come racing in waving your privates in your hands, you catch a rule 303.