Life will go on… with luck…

The Emperor of Ice-Cream, by Wallace Stevens
Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month’s newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

The Republicans now control all branches of government by an even wider margin, having won the White House again, and expanded their majorities in the Senate and House. It will be hard, now that Bush is not even saddled with worrying about reelection, to prevent him from truly going crazy with his agenda. We’ll see if the 58,000,000 plus Americans that voted for that insane excess will like it once they have it. We have a country that looks a lot like the man who leads it: obnoxious, obstinate, profligate, and willing to push the envelope, be it militarily or financially, until some other force comes along and pushes back (like when his Poppy called in Billy Graham to straighten up his drinking problem). Our military is already overstretched; and it’s only a matter of time before the Chinese take away our national credit card and relegate us to Argentina del Norte.
The voters said: “Party on, Dudes”, as if the Deek in Chief was still tapping that keg. We’ll see. George W. Bush has indeed shown his Daddy that his is bigger.
And it only took thousands of dead Americans, tens of thousands of dead Asians, and the probable destruction of our economy. But Dubya’s is still bigger. Fifty eight million Americans can’t all be wrong, can they?