I'm calling it...

By Lucy Carrigan

the last day of suffering ... and I'm not just talking about my feet.
A guy passes by our position on radio row, lugging a trolley stacked with boxes filled with copies of a book with the very original  title, "The Audacity of Deceit: Barack Obama's War on American Values," written by another guy called Brad O'Leary.  It is going great guns.  Several well-heeled individuals pass by our table with the book tucked comfortably under their arms.  A young 'un comes running up to me, frantic, looking for the person who was giving out these books because he missed him, and wants to get a copy.  

"Did you see him, did you see him," he asks me.  

I tell him he went that away pointing to the main entrance of the Xcel Center, and that he might as well take one of the four copies that is stacked up over on the Fox Radio booth right smack dap across from Air America.  

"Do you think they'll mind," he asks nervously.  "No, not at all," I said.  "They won't mind at all." 

Disseminating false information is nothing new to them.

He made that mistake because

He made that mistake because he was very, very tired. You've never made a mistake when you're tired? Later he laughed about it because it was just that, a dumb mistake made in a moment of fatigue.

The new talking point is to make fun of community organizers. Sorry, neocon, you are making fun of those thousand points of lights, of those compassionate people praised by the Bushes, who have gone out of their way to help their communities. That includes church people. Someone has to organize these things for them to work.
But perhaps someone discovered that only liberals work to help their communities, and only liberals donate time to organize these things, so it's okay to make fun of them?

"Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed." Dwight Eisenhower