Here are some things that caught my eye today as I juggled my way through another work day:
Cornel West, the face of the liberal elite with a name like an Ivy League basketball team will be in Asheville spreading the gospel of reality-based public policy and the beauty of actually thinking about stuff on 16 October. Be there. I will.
Mim Toffitt put up a post celebrating a year of aggravating Tim Moffitt with satire worthy of an occasional visit.
Cecil Bothwell and Gordon Smith both rate pretty good among the local political leaders,, according to the Mountain Xpress.
Racism isn’t dead, really. Neither is stupidity in journalism.
Timmy Moffitt loves him some guns. He loves them so much he wants to make sure that all the liberal candidates for office know that guns are specifically allowed at their public appearances and speeches. Not one to ever throw out a thinly veiled threat, this guy. What a great humanitarangutan he turned out to be. I don’t know about you, but I miss old what’s her face.
Which reminds me! If you or someone you know is cool, smart, politically aware and feel like you can kick Tim Moffitt’s ass in the next election, I want to hear from you! I’m very much afraid the local democratic wunderkinds are plotting to not put up much of a fight for his seat, which would be a dreadful mistake. I’m sure the thinking must be that there is little chance of unseating him and that he’s the best driver of donations they have seen in a while, but that’s just the kind of cynical political insider thinking that I for one despise.
That kind of cagey game playing bullshit really ticks me off. It’s hard to make arguments about right and wrong, good and bad, and that there are real, objective measures of such things–and that the Democratic Party most embodies these qualities–when what we get is this kind of foolishness. If the Democrats once again put the political machine ahead of the political agenda and screw this up, I for one will never let them hear the end of it, nor will I give them another dime of my hard-earned money.
Now, I’ve gone and got pissed off again. Time for dinner.