Today’s Thanksgiving prep – stuffing, or more properly dressing, since we don’t actually put it inside the bird. We always have three different kinds – traditional, cornbread with oysters, and sausage with fennel and wild rice. We make so much dressing we don’t actually need a turkey.
It’s not Thanksgiving tomorrow anywhere but the United States, but there’s something everyone can be thankful for. After several weeks of doing it wrong, the people trying to curb Bibi Netanyahu’s blood lust finally found some success: a four-day cease-fire and the release of some hostages.
Markos Moulitsas gives his readers an object lesson in media malfeasance by picking apart a WaPo story that claims everyone in one Wisconsin swing county is sick of politics. As Kos demonstrates, the paper goes out of its way to avoid saying that what they’re sick of is Republican bullshit that prevents government from carrying out the popular will of the people. As Kos points out, this is the whole point: The chaos turns off voters, making it easier for Republicans to win elections.
Why do Republicans, who used to fancy themselves the responsible adults in the room, continue to put themselves in thrall to a mentally imbalanced man-baby? The View’s newest token conservative spells it out: It’s the money, stupid. If there’s one thing that truly marks the Republican mind, it’s not maturity – it’s greed, and a lot of people are making a lot of coin off this country’s bumper crop of rubes. As usual, the ones who think they’re doing the playing are mostly getting played.
Whatever they are, and even I’m not foul-mouthed enough to say exactly what that is, “responsible adults” is the last thing Republicans resemble today. Just take a look at the quotes from the Republicans who lost school board elections in suburban Philadelphia’s Central Bucks school district last week. They lost by wide margins but are demanding recounts – not because they have any chance of succeeding, just to be assholes about it, something that comes naturally to Republicans.
The floor’s yours, and keep your hands off those pies.