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“The party that once sold hope has become instead the party of grouchy codgers yelling at the future to get off their lawn.” — Leonard Pitts Jr. [amen] #qotd

Wed 02/01/12 at 4:55 pm

Looking for morning in America – Leonard Pitts Jr. – MiamiHerald.com

It reminds us that Republicans are no longer about sunshine and can-do. These days, they simply seem cranky and dyspeptic. As in Herman Cain vowing to build a fence to electrocute Mexicans, Newt Gingrich verbally punching out the media and debate audiences cheering for record executions and the death of the uninsured. As in Jan Brewer poking her finger in the president’s face.

Under Reagan, optimism about the future was the Republican brand. But that brand has curdled in the ensuing 30 years and the party that once sold hope has become instead the party of grouchy codgers yelling at the future to get off their lawn.

Thus, it has become the party of resentment and resistance, the last stand against ongoing racial, religious, cultural and sexual upheaval, the Alamo in the fight to forestall change. …Ronald Reagan would not recognize his party today. Morning in America is almost 30 years gone. It’s high noon now.

Looking for morning in America – Leonard Pitts Jr. – MiamiHerald.com



In Election, QOTD:
Newer: Establishment Republicans have only themselves to blame: “The GOP is brain-dead.” — Richard Cohen

Older: Does Newty Gingrinch’s ascendance suggest Republicans are tired of being stupid on purpose?

“waking up to read a little, draft long letters, / and, along the city’s avenues, / fitfully wander, when the wild leaves loosen.” — Day in Autumn by Rainer Maria Rilke

Thu 10/27/11 at 1:30 pm

Day in Autumn by Rainer Maria Rilke : Poetry Magazine

Day in Autumn

By Rainer Maria Rilke

Translated By Mary Kinzie Read the translator’s notes

After the summer’s yield, Lord, it is time
to let your shadow lengthen on the sundials
and in the pastures let the rough winds fly.

As for the final fruits, coax them to roundness.
Direct on them two days of warmer light
to hale them golden toward their term, and harry
the last few drops of sweetness through the wine.

Whoever’s homeless now, will build no shelter;
who lives alone will live indefinitely so,
waking up to read a little, draft long letters,   
and, along the city’s avenues,
fitfully wander, when the wild leaves loosen.

Day in Autumn by Rainer Maria Rilke : Poetry Magazine



In !status updates, QOTD:
Newer: Reminder: Puss-in-boots was originally German: The booted tomcat had swagger. English wimped him up.

Older: Parade Mag had to feature Dick Perry before he implodes. Impressive that he avoided looking crazy or stupid. Next up, Herman Cain.

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