DP:
>That's when I poured my first vodka, went outside and hit a blunt.
>The bare
brown trees were beautiful. Squirrels chased each other.
>Crows squabbled
over a smashed skunk just down the street. Clearly,
>organizing's not in my
blood.
JG:
Political poetry. No sense in raging against the dying of the light...
Pwog-liberals who are DP dead-enders may be deluded or wrong about a lot of things. But those who insist on the futility of forming an "economic populist" alliance with the tea bag crowd sure seem to have their heads screwed on right -- even though their insistence might be grounded in an unsalutary dismissal of flyover country.
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