They're Stark, Raving Mad
Watching the run-up to the coming unprovoked American attack against Iran, on Glenn Beck and elsewhere, one is struck by an incredible, surreal feeling about the whole thing. These neocons, and the little drunken Mini-Me in the White House--it's like Iraq isn't even happening for them. It's as if the little boys have tired of one of their sets of toy soldiers and have wandered over to play with another, leaving the previous set scattered and smashed and discarded in a corner.
There's also this weird sense of inevitability about it, like watching a bad car wreck in slow motion but being unable to do anything about it. Congress is mumbling a bit, but mostly just about the "surge" in Iraq (meant to get more Imperial troops in place to face the Persian counterattack when Jug-Ears starts playing with his boats and his airplanes in April.) Iran isn't even mentioned. The word impeachment isn't even mentioned any more; it has dropped off the radar.
It's like everyone is numb. They have simply accepted that Jug-Ears is going to commit this insane act, that there is nothing that can be done about it, so let's turn on Nancy Grace and goggle at the latest in the Anna Nicole Smith saga.
I can't get over the attitude of the "Amurrican people" on the eve of what may well be the biggest catastrophe in the 400-year White settlement of North America. The people are stupid, and the government is insane.