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Name: William Rivers Pitt
Gender: Male
Hometown: Boston
Member since: 2001
Number of posts: 58,179

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Call it, Skinner

Close this cesspool of a sub-forum down.

Win, lose or draw, Bernie or Hillary, this shithole doesn't deserve to exist any more. I am ashamed to have ever been associated with this place. Close it down, nail the doors shut and salt the earth so nothing ever grows here again.

Let the million flowers bloom. Elsewhere.

How the Eagles predicted Donald Trump

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said "We are all just prisoners here,
of our own device"
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast ...

-- Hotel California


The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, let that motherfucker


An old joke for Antonin

There's an old joke about a man who would buy a newspaper every day from a paperboy, scan the front page, and then throw the paper away in disgust. After a while, the paperboy asked him why he kept throwing the paper away. "I'm looking for someone in the obituaries," the man replied. "But, sir," said the paperboy, "the obituaries are on page 30." The man looked at him and said, "When the son of a bitch I'm looking for dies, he'll be on the front page."

... and there he is.

Thank you.

Tragedy, like satire, takes no prisoners. It finds its intended target and lays waste. Like those asteroid apocalypse movies, the wave rolls in and scourges the land before receding.

Tragedy, however, is also the proving ground for the core essence of where people live within themselves, and how they treat others. There's the old story about the frog trying to explain to a tadpole what it's like on dry land. Tragedy motivates the good frog to jump back into the water and explain it nose to nose.

I lack the adequate vocabulary to express my gratitude to all of you for your kind words, your good wishes, your shared sorrows, and the strength you have given me over these last several days. You have helped to keep me on my feet in the aftermath of my father's passing, more than I could ever explain.

They say the internet separates people. Not here. Thank you. Thank you. A thousand times thank you.

Some damn good frogs by this pond.

A great Democrat has left us.

He was awarded the Bronze Star during his service in Vietnam on a mission that saved scores of civilian lives. He dedicated the rest of his life to government service in both DC and the State of Alabama, worked with Don Siegleman and defended him at trial, served for several years as Chairman of the Alabama Democratic Party, and served as Vice Chairman before he passed. He was a US Attorney under Clinton for almost eight years. In one form or another, he was involved in every Democratic presidential campaign since Bobby Kennedy's. His favorite politician was FDR, but he worshiped the ground upon which Jack and Bobby Kennedy walked. His knowledge of politics and history was encyclopedic, and he imparted as much of that to me as my feeble mental RAM could encompass.

His name was Charles Redding Pitt. He would have been 72 next month, and he was my father. He died on Sunday from a sudden illness. I loved him very much.

It Begins ...

The stakes are high, especially on the Democratic side. Front-runner Hillary Clinton is leading Bernie Sanders by a wide margin nationally, according to every available poll, but I don't truck much with national polls. It's the state-by-state polls that matter because circumstances change by the hour, and in Iowa, Clinton and Sanders are in a dead heat. Her campaign is visibly spooked because the situation is exacerbated by Sanders' lead in New Hampshire; unless the planet crashes into the sun, Sanders is going to win his neighbor state by about six million points.

Here is where the media come back into play, and why Iowa is a grave concern for Clinton: Super Tuesday, the day upon which the Clinton campaign depends, is not until a month from Monday, on March 1. If Sanders manages to run the table in the first two states - Iowa on Monday and New Hampshire next Tuesday - the "news" media will have to fill the next three weeks with content, and that content will consist of report after report on how the "inevitable" nominee isn't so inevitable after all. If that happens, it's hats over the windmill for Sanders. The snowstorm may be a factor, but I'm betting there are a lot of people gnawing their fingernails in Clinton's Iowa headquarters.



"If you're sad today ..."

"If you're sad today, just remember the world is over 4 billion years old and you somehow managed to exist at the same time as David Bowie."

- Simon Pegg

Merry Christmas, friends.

Be kind to one another, and spare a thought for those who are hurting this time of year.

Hope you're well.

(exits stage left)

Cheers, best wishes, and farewell.

Fare you well, fare you well
I love you more than words can tell
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul

-- Robert Hunter

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do ... Are you ready boots? Start walkin'!

-- Nancy Sinatra

It's been a fun 14 years, but I do believe my cork has popped.

Good luck, be well, much love.

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