Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Schadenfreude...

Down the hill from mighty Castle Frostbite is the main hamlet of the Duchy of Upper Cryogenica. I went down there today to take my lunch in their little village tavern because I was nursing a mighty craving for a bowl of French onion soup.

Apparently this was where all the villagers took their lunch, too, for the place was packed full at 1:30, yet not so full that I couldn't get a corner booth in which to curl up with my reading material (Thomas Sowell's The Vision of the Anointed).

I couldn't help but overhear the gentleman in the next booth describe to the manager how his uncle had been born 'way back in nineteen and aught nine in the house that was located on the very spot where this tavern now stood, how his great uncle had attended high school across the street every day after driving the family cow to pasture up the road, and how his family had dwelt in the village of Upper Cryogenica since 1760. It was a glimpse into a universe very different from the rootless one in which I dwell...

Anyhow, over the bar was a television, muted so that the soft rock radio station could be heard, with its Police and its Beatles. And on this television was President Barack Obama, apparently mouthing a speech about the events of last night, the night upon which his jackass party was beaten like the proverbial rented mule.

Now, the party that has retaken power in Congress may do nothing. At best I fear yesterday's election was a band-aid on a sucking chest wound, and at worst they'll go right back to getting all knotted up in rearranging the "family values" and "law'n'order" deck chairs while the USS Dollar continues to slip beneath the waves... But while I was eating lunch I watched the Brat Prince keep trying to strike his favorite chin-uplifted Mussolini pose, with its haughty "Who farted?" moue of confident disdain, but it wouldn't stick, and his facial expression kept drifting back to one that looked like a man chewing on a cat turd.

Rarely have I felt so warm inside, and yesterday's vote was totally worth it, if for nothing other than seeing that look on the face of "The Won". Sure, it's the politics of schadenfreude, but I'm only human after all.

15 comments:

DaddyBear said...

Yeah, Dear Leader looked like someone was occasionally twisting his nut sack during the speech. Here's hoping your best case scenario is close to the truth.

Hat Trick said...

"Brat Prince keep trying to strike his favorite chin-uplifted Mussolini pose, with its haughty "Who farted?" moue of confident disdain, but it wouldn't stick, and his facial expression kept drifting back to one that looked like a man chewing on a cat turd."

I saw it too and you nailed it.

David said...

And the great AP news service writes "Analysis: Voters to President Obama:'Slow down' "...

Wonder what they'll say in 2012?..

drjim said...

How about "GET OUT!"?

Anonymous said...

And at the end he said:

"I heard America. I heard America say that we have to refocus on job creation and expanding our economy."

Watch this space for The People's Glorious Red Banner Makework Collective #1...

AT

Anonymous said...

btw...

T. Sowell for POTUS.

AT

Stranger said...

President Prompter has not a clue to rebuilding our economy. Neither do his advisers or the leeches called "cabinet."

Nor will Prompter will find the answer in the Taj, at a cost to the taxpayers of $200 million a day.

So we are on our own. But at least a gridlocked Congress is better than a Dimmo Congress.

Stranger

gamachinist said...

I did catch part of his press conference before someone came in and I had to mute it.

Of what I saw and heard of it, the press didn't lob too many underhand pitches to him, and he got that "sack being twisted" look mostly when he thought he had danced around a question only to have the next reporter bring him right back to it. I guess he learned that the mainstream press is only your champion when it benefits the press, and when it benefits the press, they will turn on you like that beaten mule.

I liked the analogy of the party symbol and a rented mule.
Maybe all politicians need to realize that they are the "rented" ones and not the owners of their office.

Boat Guy said...

Would that one of the lessons of this election BE that "... all politicians need to realize that they are the "rented" ones and not the owners of their office."
Out here in God's Country we did not fare so well - which merely prevents complacency and convinces most of us that we need to work harder for 2012

Bubblehead Les. said...

Looked like a kid who broke the neighbor's window playing baseball and he had to go and knock on the door and say "I did it". Don't worry, he'll be back to his own self after taking 500 family member and cronies to india and Indonisia next week. Although, with all those earthguakes, volcanic eruptions and tsunami's happening over ther, maybe he should stop in Afghanistan and see how the War is going, since THAT'S HIS FUCKING JOB!

mikee said...

I once live in a Baltimore row house built around 1917. The neighbors across the alley used to note that our row of houses was built where their outhouses used to stand.

Nowayoutbutup said...

I too was in a public place(a bar w/ a client ) and although the place was packed the obvious thing that stuck out was that NO one present was watching or listening. The sound was up and no one cared.....

Anonymous said...

He is too arragant and idealoged to care that the american peaple told him he is way out in left field with his programs.He will be gone in 2012 because of his own aragance and stupidity.God help us until then.!

Graybeard said...

That right there is some potent writing.

And the reason I come back every day. Alright, every few hours.

Carl H said...

Mussolini w/ADD.




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