So Flute

Well, after submitting myself to a proverbial "My Sister/My Daughter" today, mapping out a handful of posts, I decided to file them, and take the day off, catching up on some much-need rest.

Not to leave you totally dry, we will point to an excellent Frank Rich today, and leave you with a snapping musical interlude.

Rich, in his NYT column, gave a big "Fuck You" to the Right Wing Freak Show, all the Flying Monkeys, the dwarfs, finks, phonies and frauds, and the Bush Grindhouse, heralding the election of Barack Obama as the firing of the starters' pistol to closing the curtain on Turd Blossom-Faux News-echoed politics.

It Still Felt Good the Morning After

Dawn also brought the realization that we were at last emerging from an abusive relationship with our country’s 21st-century leaders. The festive scenes of liberation that Dick Cheney had once imagined for Iraq were finally taking place — in cities all over America.

So let’s be blunt. Almost every assumption about America that was taken as a given by our political culture on Tuesday morning was proved wrong by Tuesday night.

And he gave Stumblin' Bumblin' John McKKKain, and the Dead Campaign Express and pretty good slapdown;

The same commentators who dismissed every conceivable American demographic as racist, lazy or both got Sarah Palin wrong too. When she made her debut in St. Paul, the punditocracy was nearly uniform in declaring her selection a brilliant coup. There hadn’t been so much instant over-the-top praise by the press for a cynical political stunt since President Bush “landed” a jet on the U.S.S. Abraham Lincoln in that short-lived triumph “Mission Accomplished.”

Go read "It Still Felt Good the Morning After", it's a good one.

Now, until tomorrow, the musical interlude ...

SO FLUTE - ST. GERMAIN