Every post = Donkey lust barely concealed, quite like Dennis Perrin. But at the same time as the Donkey lust continues unabated, there are whinges about how "the left" keeps "losing" to "the right."
It's like the deluded fools who plan their year around the Super Bowl and treat that game as the ultimate reference point of what is noble in humanity. Obviously the game has to be Good vs Evil and obviously, whomever you are, your Team is the one that represents Good.
It doesn't matter that you have almost innumerable adversaries who approach the theatrical distraction as seriously as you do, but from the opposite side. They, too, are convinced they represent what is Good.
How do people go around equating "the left" with the Donkeys?
We should ask Chalupa. He seems to be the point man on this little gambit. You know: Obamapostasy happens because D = the Left, but O = something sickeningly deceptive inasmuch as I assumed his half-Blackness meant Leftist and thus D = the Left remains sacrosanct as a theoretical construct thriving in my echo-laden cranium.
All this, while preening self as the Great Seer, but as usual, "self-deprecating" with such things as
CASSANDRA, CANARY, WEATHERVANE, FOOL
We're supposed to be moved to BWAAAAAAAAH HAH HAH HAH HAH doubled over in hilarity at that, but it's not moving anyone in that manner.
Instead, it's like this:
I am incredibly pathetic. I'd like to imagine myself as the insightful one, but I'm rather sightless, as my track record demonstrates. So maybe I'd be better off selling myself not on sociopolitical insights or human psychology & motivation revelations, but instead, a firm fast hold on my perspective at age 15 when I told myself I was not only the Pontiff of Artistic Progress in my clique, but also --in the making, that is/was-- the nascent Diego Maradona of my HS. This I prove now, at age 55, with my inside-baseball knowledge of trivia relevant to stadium design, stadium location, criticism of a coach, criticism of a player. I do this from the perspective of one who, at age 15, had great potential in his mind where soccer (euro football, not helmetball) was concerned. Let's not pay heed to where all that potential went, and whether I ever fulfilled it in any amount or to any degree. What matters is that at 15, I was brimming with potential in the Arts and in Soccer, and that's the entity I hold in mind 40 years later when I look at myself.
Cribbed from the graph-paper watercolor journal of Chalupa, Artist in Residence at Georgetown University Library Staff.
The continual battle waged within minds is what we should attend to here.
If you mistakenly believed that your chosen Hero or Savior was interested in doing things for the benefit of all --or at least all who, like you, support the Winning Team-- and then later you discover in mid-life something most intelligent people discovered around 18-25 yrs of age, it's clear what you should do.
You should blame OTHERS for how you, in your naivete that pretends at great wisdom/insight, created a false myth for your sense of belonging and identity and worth.
In the case of the Rich who Kast a Lein for humint manip purposes, what you should do is complain about how today, "the Left" are not being "true Leftists" and further the ruse with an assertion insisting that when you first began "supporting" them, "the Left" were as left as left can be, so diametrically opposed to the Right that they just could not be more Left if they tried.
What happened to them?
Reactionaries did it.
--Paul Behrer, with pity and remorse.