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United States sovereign debt, a.k.a. treasury obligations, likely is the last great bubble. ‘Tis a monster to be sure. Would you want to buy the debt of an insolvent country? Apparently, world central bankers and sovereign wealth fundies think slower than people with common sense. But they will gradually conclude that continuing to support us through purchasing or holding our debt is a fool’s game.

Welcome to the United States of Bananaland. Have you ever smelled the pachyderm hall? Get used to it.

Headline: “Taliban warns of reprisals as Pakistan protests US drone attacks.”

Translation: “We hate you. And we will hate you even more unless you are more nice to us.”

All stick. Empty carrot. Makes Mullah Omar a dull boy.

If dem tests me piss, me thinks me would test positive for Ali G. Me watched one too many Ali G clips on youtube and it could be some weeks before it passes true me system.

For real.

“Life… is a state of mind.”

“As long as the roots are not severed, all is well–and all will be well–in the garden.”

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“In a garden, growth has its season. First come spring and summer, but then we have fall and winter, and then we get spring and summer again.”

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“There will be growth in the spring.”

The manufacture of miracles.

“Excuse me, could you please tell me where I can find a garden to work in?”

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“There is much to be done during the winter. I should start the seeds for the spring and work the soil.”

This is not the kind of news I tend to follow. But I was unable to escape learning this weekend that an animal activist in Paris showered Lindsay Lohan with flour. For wearing fur. How rude.

It’s wonderful that PETA has sufficiently little fashion sense that it wants to limit itself to natural fibers and synthetic fabrics. While I’m all for the humane treatment of animals, fur and leather have their place. Lindsay knows.

And now I extend to Lindsay, who, of course, is reading this, because everyone who is anyone always does, an open invitation to come to my house and wear fur. Anytime she wants.

In what should have come as no surprise to anyone, the gay liberal pornographers swamped the fascist fundamentalist fetusworshippers to take total control of Washington. A lot of people seem very happy about this. Forgive me or don’t for not joining in the revelry.

One long national nightmare ends and another is just beginning. The policies of Robin Hood, a.k.a. the Annointed One, a.k.a. the Messiah, will fail. And in two or three years the economy will be even worse. But it will be amusing to watch the effete corporate media and His cult members try to place blame for the failure everywhere but on His Holiness.

Four years from now, the country probably will react by reversing hard right. I find this amusing, also, that so many are guided by every manner of decisionmaking but reason. But, hey, I guess that’s humanity.

“If you believe that people are rational beings, you are going to go through life frustrated and confused.”

-Scott Adams

“I could sell this gun to some jungle bunny in Harlem for 500 bucks, but I just deal high quality goods to the right people.”

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“How ’bout dope? Grass, hash, coke, mescaline? Downers? Nembutal, toluol, chloral hydrates? How ’bout, eh, uppers? Amphetamines? Crystal meth? I can get ya crystal meth. Nitrous oxide? How ’bout a … how ’bout a Cadillac? I’ll get ya a brand new Cadillac, with the pink slip, for two grand.”