I had this flash of inspiration from a post by my comrade Owen Paine, who writes for Stop Me Before I Vote Again, where he quips in his trademark beat poetic fashion:
yes the ever more empty "fatal center"
where all hope plunges down and down toward citizen despair
and corporate joy
If you're like me, you've heard the blabbing heads on TV mention the Democrats "reaching across the aisle" and "moving to the center" so goddamn' many times it makes you want to put your head through a plate-glass window.
If you're also like me, you do a massive facepalm every time the Democrats attempt another ill-advised and entirely lame "reach across the aisle" and end up being screwed, blued and tattooed by the GOP yet again. You'd think by now the Dems would have learned something about how "the Center" is a great bottomless time and energy-sucking maw of Hell, but apparently they have the learning capacity of a housefly -- and if you know anything about houseflies, you know that's damn' near absolute zero.
With that in mind, I present the Democratic Party attempting to "move to the center" and "reach across the aisle" and having what I call a Wile E. Coyote Moment. You know how, in those old cartoons, the coyote is chasing the road runner across the top of a mesa, and the road runner -- traveling at near supersonic speed -- rockets effortlessly over the edge and across the gap to the top of the neighboring mesa while the coyote, recklessly following him, gets about halfway across and suddenly realizes he's way the hell out there in the air all by himself, and right in that moment he thinks to himself "what the fuck am I..." just before he begins that long fall? Well, kind of like that.
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