Martin Longman a contributing editor at the Washington Monthly.
He is also the founder of Booman Tribune and Progress Pond. He has a degree in philosophy from Western Michigan University.
Of course it is. All that is wrong in the world is true taking place. There is no hope. We stand on the threshold of Armaggedon and there is no escape from the precipice.
Sorry, tried to go in and take that down, apparently I can’t. Yes, I’m very grumpy, but at least I now have beer.
Funny, while I was trying to figure out how I might go about deleting a comment, I ran across my post on abortion, which was one I never intended to write. People sure are combative. I wonder if many of those who were so upset with me are even still here?
Rest easy, Boo, all is well. I’m sure we’ll wake up tomorrow and the planet won’t be coughing and the oceans won’t be rising and no one will kill each other. All will be just perfect.
I am going to treat this like an open thread since the associating the words “sex” and “Dick Cheney” is more than I can stand.
It’s time to “dog Romney” with a dog-strapped-to-the-car version of the Kiss Float from Lieberman-Lamont last year.
Maybe you can interest Brownback’s campaign in that tactic.
since shooter is neither executive nor legislative, there can be only one explanation…he must be the HIGHLANDER…
later
lTMF’sA
okay, that might need some chemical assistance.
Its difficult for me to express just how wrong that segment is. I feel dirty.
It’s a true story.
Of course it is. All that is wrong in the world is true taking place. There is no hope. We stand on the threshold of Armaggedon and there is no escape from the precipice.
So let it burn, baby, burn!
Hey, man, he’s your candidate.
That’s right, he is. Watched Potter 2 tonight with the kids, so GO TOM RIDDLE!!!
Honestly, though, I sometimes get so @#%#%&@% depressed reading here that I start thinking my kids are going to see worldwide famine and flames.
Oh, yeah, that’s right–they just might.
I need to go re-read Jonathan Livingston Seagull or something.
But I’m the perennial optismist.
Perennial optimist my ass. You’re lucky I’m not in Philly to poison the well for you tonight, I’m a little bit lit and a lot bit pissed.
I was very optimistic and quite accurate in my midterm election predictions.
Eat me.
Grumpy, aren’t we?
Sorry, tried to go in and take that down, apparently I can’t. Yes, I’m very grumpy, but at least I now have beer.
Funny, while I was trying to figure out how I might go about deleting a comment, I ran across my post on abortion, which was one I never intended to write. People sure are combative. I wonder if many of those who were so upset with me are even still here?
Rest easy, Boo, all is well. I’m sure we’ll wake up tomorrow and the planet won’t be coughing and the oceans won’t be rising and no one will kill each other. All will be just perfect.
Fuck, this is planet earth, people have always killed each other. And when we aren’t committing that sin, we’re eating other lifeforms.
It’s not so much a dog eat dog world, as an agent doesn’t return your phonecalls world, Woody Allen roughly said.
You’re quoting Woody Allen now? You are soooooo lucky I’m not there. I’d break out the darts and then stick one in your toe.
I’m out, bro, late for me. Wind at your back, sun on your face, whisky in your belly and all that.
And outlet darts honestly wasn’t my idea, for the record. At least I think it wasn’t. You can thank Brian for that.
Peace, love, and kindness, as I used to say in my younger days.
Thought I would use this space to say:
It’s good to see you around WW. Been awhile 😀
And I shall use this space to echo that comment for the both of you!