Desperation

When people change the subject, it means they're desperate not to address the subject you brought up.

It's a good thing.

The same is true of blaming the press. You've screwed up, you know you've screwed up, so you blame the people who report the screw up. It's desperate, and I love it.

The inflamed rhetoric we've been hearing from Wingnutistan lately -- equating people who oppose the war (60 percent of us or more at last count) with appeasers of Nazism -- is also a good thing. Rumsfeld said it and the Little Dictator echoed him yesterday, and how desperate is that?

Rumsfeld said we're facing "a new type of fascism," to which Keith Olbermann replied "This country faces a new type of fascism - indeed."

What all this desperation means, and the reason I'm so glad to see it, is that this crew of assclowns is finished -- down the drain. They wanted to make history and now they are history. The further into their own mess they sink, the more desperate they get. The temperature of the rhetoric rises a few more degrees and the disconnect from reality drops a few more feet down the rabbit hole.

It doesn't mean the war will soon be over. The Commadder in Chief has assured us it'll be around as long as he is. So Iraq will only end if we get a Democratic Congress, and if the Democratic Party magically grows three things it doesn't have now -- a spine, a heart, and a brain. I'm not holding my breath.

We're in for some more hard times. But at least the "leadership" will be fun to watch. They grow more entertaining by the day.