The Crow's Eye: Fuck You Ezra Klein, Part the Second

"...it's not the training to be mean but the training to be kind that is used to keep us leashed best." ~ Black Dog Red

"In case you haven't recognized the trend: it proceeds action, dissent, speech." ~ davidly, on how wars get done

"...What sort of meager, unerotic existence must a man live to find himself moved to such ecstatic heights by the mundane sniping of a congressional budget fight. The fate of human existence does not hang in the balance. The gods are not arrayed on either side. Poseiden, earth-shaker, has regrettably set his sights on the poor fishermen of northern Japan and not on Washington, D.C. where his ire might do some good--I can think of no better spot for a little wetland reclamation project, if you know what I mean. The fight is neither revolution nor apocalypse; it is hardly even a fight. A lot of apparatchiks are moving a lot of phony numbers with more zeros than a century of soccer scores around, weaving a brittle chrysalis around a gross worm that, some time hence, will emerge, untransformed, still a worm." ~ IOZ

Mar 25, 2010

Fuck You Ezra Klein, Part the Second

"After vehemently opposing the Democratic health care plan, insurance companies are doing an about-face..."

http://motherjones.com/mojo/2010/03/insurers-now-heart-health-reform-0

1. If the last nine months counts for "vehement opposition," I'm going to have find the updated dictionary definitions for both "vehement" and "opposition." I had a running coach who did the real deal vehement. I ran faster.

In truth, what happened went something like this: representatives and former executives from health insurance and pharmaceutical consortia wrote draft legislation which favored their bottom lines, as well as their collective organizational longevity. Republicans spent the better part of Obama Year One legitimizing the industry favorable legislation by acting like Republicans (this scares Donks into a stampeding herd, apparently), whilst Democrats spent the better part of the same year confirming the validity of Crow's Law. Donkalots lapped it up, because the Republicans continued to busy themselves acting like Republicans. Lackeys, hangers-on, well paid sycophants and other white males celebrating the possibility of proximity to power heaped derision on any and everyone who didn't sign on to lesser evilism. Occasionally, they conceded that all these "compromises" were shit, but only to turn around and explain that the dirty fucking hippies also needed to acquire a taste for feces. Especially managerial feces, served from imperial and/or bureaucratic and/or corporate anal orifices hovering above us all.

2. Fuck You Ezra Klein, you sycophantic shill. You've pushed this shit for too long now.

3. Ipso facto, no "about face." Just a change of backdrops. A new set of platitudes. New lighting, in softer colors. Empire rolls on, domestic edition, part 3945, section b413, paragraph 12.

4. FYEK.

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This one took a while to put into words.

I don't kid myself that I've stumbled upon a unique insight and I have little doubt that someone has already written or said this better than I. Five minutes after I hit the "publish" button, I'll probably regret the choice of words more than I already do now - because it's difficult to get my head outside of English language usage, to comment on a problem with that usage, whilst using the English language to do so.

In the interest of not making more of an ass of myself than necessary, I've pared a very long thesis down to a paragraph:

I find it troubling that, using English, I have very limited choice in expressing how I relate to people with whom I have ongoing interaction. If I want to reference the nature of my relations with the woman who has challenged me to grow in ways I never imagined possible, the woman who howled with a primal, gorgeous, earth shattering, mother bear of a refrain, transcending pain and pleasure in act of creation to which I will never be immediate party, who has with her defiant and proud womanhood still intact forged a family out of disparate parts - I have to write "my wife." I have to reduce her to property. That really pisses me off. I don't own her. I don't fucking want the title or the claim. I don't want to express possession, simply to refer to her (without writing a discursive dissertation). I don't like one bit that the short hand for "association" in English is expressed in the possessive. I don't own my wife or my children. They're not mine.

So, fuck you Latin and Germanic branches of the Indo-European language group.

That is all.