I woke up this morning to the cataclysmic snow storm that never came. The "experts" were wrong. Just as last Wednesday I woke up to the stunning Obama victory that never came. Just as we will be greeted as liberators. Just as "Peace in our time" was declared by Neville Chamberlain.
The title of this post is a line written by Mark Harris in his great book, "Bang the Drum Slowly." Which though it centers on baseball is really about living and dieing. I got to thinking about it this morning as pundits began making Michigander, South Carolina and Nevada proclamations. Nobody knows anything. Don't listen to anyone. Everything is a tactic, a negotiation, a manipulation, a ploy.
I grew up hearing "don't believe everything you read." Today I believe, "don't believe anything."
The dumbocrats are arguing over ML King's legacy--not a word of substance. The leading republikants don't believe in life after conception--McCain wants to bomb Iran like Curtis LeMay wanted to flatten Viet Nam, killing millions if not tens of millions. Huckabible doesn't believe in the FACT of evolution. Nor does Willard (his real name) Romney.
Don't believe the experts.
The experts say this is the best we can do.
The experts say we are complacent.
The experts say we'll take this nonsense.
The experts say two parties is American.
The experts say the Electoral College makes sense.
As Mel Brooks would say, "The peasants are revolting."
Thoreau in Civil Disobedience, I think in 1845, didn't pay his taxes over his outrage concerning the American invasion of Mexico/Texas and the subsequent annexation of Texas. We can't do that today, because taxes are removed automatically from our paychecks.
The experts have seen to that.