It's been a fantastic month for excruciating mindless bullshit. Strychnine lattes, all around!
Nobody sane really believed September would change anything in regards to the worst foreign policy disaster in American history. It's only corpses, you know. Not a matter of life and death.
But there's just something exquisitely fetid about having all of your most sour, cynical predictions confirmed. And confirmed in the most squalid fashion imaginable. Our waterhead elite geniuses are still yammering about that fucking MoveOn ad, while the nation looks on in disdain, sullen, heavy-lidded, furious.
I don't think Insider Opinion has ever been more dangerously estranged from public opinion in my lifetime.
Not until October, anyway.