Sweet Smell of Phony

September 21, 2012

A notable rant of ugly truth:

Good honest hard-working people … white collar, blue collar it doesn’t matter what color shirt you have on.
Good honest hard-working people continue, these are people of modest means … continue to elect these rich cocksuckers who don’t give a fuck about you.
They don’t give a fuck about you … they don’t give a fuck about you.
They don’t care about you at all … at all … at all, and nobody seems to notice.
Nobody seems to care.
That’s what the owners count on.
The fact that Americans will probably remain willfully ignorant of the big red, white and blue dick that’s being jammed up their assholes everyday, because the owners of this country know the truth.
It’s called the American Dream cause you have to be asleep to believe it …

A nice surprise a few minutes ago — when I first got up about an hour past, the sky was overcast and nefarious-looking, appeared pretty thick, but just now all clear, stars twinkling and a sweet promise of a Friday.
Up here along California’s northern coast the dome overhead can change at the whisk of a second — if one doesn’t like the weather, wait a few moments.

George Carlin spoke a lot of truth amongst the laughter — I’ve always used a lot of his shit here with the little bit of my stuff; the practice of fidelity a most-fine art form.
And truth is as clear as my outside sky when viewed through reality.
Facts, however, seem to be as dead as old George.

Can one who’s bat-shit crazy have a scent for truth?
The nose knows: Researchers in Australia tested a theory that psychopathy — a severe personality disorder characterised by lack of empathy, antisocial behaviour and callousness — may be linked to impaired smell ability.

(Illustration found here).

The stench of Mitt Romney is a hurdle: No amount of corporate-funded Tea Party populist spin will be able to scrub the smell of class warfare, of the 1 percent conspiring against everyone else, clean from his campaign.
The smell test loses.

Last night, another smell test via the debate in Massachusetts between incumbent GOPer Scott Brown and Elizabeth Warren, with most news reports giving both candidates an even match — most like this from Bloomberg.
However, WBUR in Boston put it pretty clear:

If you like your debater to be condescending, snide, repetitive, off topic, rote, eager to get personal, willing to toss out extraneous comments and charges, and full of phony manners (thanking the host for every question), then Sen. Scott Brown is your man.
His dark, hyperkinetic style in the first U.S. Senate debate revealed that he thinks he’s in trouble and needed to commit hard fouls on “Professor” Warren, who looked calm, reasonable, thoughtful and authentic.
She didn’t wag her finger once.
Her theme was it’s not what you say, it’s how you vote that matters.
Judging from the number of times he said it, his theme was “thank you.”

Warren is one of the better people around — and they are few in number.

And then there’s this, in the smell test of modern times — Fiona Apple was busted in a little Texas town this week and the reality of it says a shitload of bullshit:

“Little Miss Fiona, last night her bus rolls in here, and the [drug-sniffing] dog hits the smell of pot from outside of the bus,” says Rusty Fleming, public information officer for the Hudspeth County Sheriff’s Office.
“We searched the bus and found it in a sealed glass container inside of a backpack way in the back of the bus. That’s a pretty sensitive dog.”

“Ninety percent of the people out here will try to flash their medical marijuana cards,” Fleming explains.
“Snoop flashed his real quick.
But those don’t matter to us.
We’re Texans.
This isn’t California!”

No doubt.

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