William Rivers Pitt, at Truthout, has written an essay titled Bad, Worse, Worst, and Beyond. In it he lays out a strong argument that the administration's goals for America are being met. Their goals are privatization of government and the destruction of a system that has evolved over 200+ years

There is a man in the Oval Office of the White House working an agenda for the destruction of American government. His partner, Mr. Cheney, has been just down the hall taking care of the rest of the job.

Over at Dkos today, I ran across this comment in Open Thread by magurakurin-

" if 911 was the deathblow

then we were on death's door anyway. You know, it just wasn't that
bad. People act like it was the worst thing that ever happened to any
people anywhere anytime. And this is a country that incinerted 100,000   continued...

While cruisin' http://www.huffingtonpost.com/... This eye-opener jumped out at me. Ken Lay's sno-cone concession isn't looking so profitable now.

I was cruising a few diaries yesterday, and read Hey, Yearly Kos Troll Hunters by filmgeek83. (S)He reported that trolls were infiltrating Ykos and posting to Wrong-wing websites what was going on. I went to Michelle Malkin's website, and read the story, then followed the link to Hotair.com and read the comments.

Know your enemy.

Bringing a sharp wit to a knife fight is delusional and  imperiling in its stupidity.The democrats are going to lose this fight even with the tide of public opinion rising if we don't pick our fights wisely, take off the gloves and toe the line without backing down.
   There are no rules in a knife fight, and that is how our opponents have been fighting these last 10 years. They are playing alpha wolf, and we've been rolling onto our backs and whining as they bark and bluster.

  I owe my life, literally, to an unknown ( to me ) person. He/ She did a selfless act sometime in his/her past that had a far ranging impact that culmanated in my receipt of a replacement liver on this date, 11.04.2004.
I was in a fantasy world drifting in and out of moments of lucidity, interspaced with outlandish dreams that were as real to me as any other moment. This had been my steadly decreasing reality slide for the previous two months.