To quote our Secretary of State Condoleeza Rice, however, "No one could have imagined..."

There's the problem. Republicans lack imagination. Well, not completely. They can imagine cool fantasy scenarios that would make them happy, but are incapable of imagining either the consequences of said fantasy or equally likely outcomes which don't fullfill their wishes.

Now if a common Joe out there lives in a fantasy bubble of wish fullfillment denying reality, he is generally considered mentally ill and if his false reality includes fraudulant acts or putting lives at risk, he ends up locked up somewhere. If instead you are wealthy and/or politically powerful, you are considered a proper republican and end up in high federal office.

I prefer an active and fertile imagination myself, though it would be kind of nice if it went with the wealthy and powerful part.

Good evening, Wild Clover.

Yes, wealth and power does offer a nice complement to the imagination. The downside is that wealth and power can allow the ambitiously imaginative individual all kinds of opportunities for realization of fantasies.

Elliot Spitzer comes to mind.

I have found that it is far better to leave some things to the imagination, and the best way to keep to that rule is to have insufficient funds to go about getting into trouble.

On the other hand, lately, I've been imagining a plate of cheeseburgers. Three of them. Big. Juicy. Dripping with hot grease.

Yes.

Again, though, were I to fulfill that fantasy, I'd probably go straight into a heart attack from the instantaneous clogging of the arteries around my heart.

What a way to go, though.

Elliot has his road to ruin, and I have mine; it's just that mine's cheaper, and my cheeseburgers won't write a tell-all book and make a million while I get sent to the Big House.

The Dark Wraith knows how to practice safe fantasizing.

From Phyrangula:

Posted by: Warren | September 29, 2008 6:09 PM

Posted by: davidlpf @ 9

@ no 3
But did Muslin exist when they wrote the bible.

No, just a rough cloth woven in diagonals on both the inner and outer surfaces. Some were quite fond of it; others found it useless.

Ever since, there's been a two-sided debate about whether the serge is working.

Dear Lord, as a civilization, we have descended to textile humor.

Is there no end to the deprivation?

The Dark Wraith reaches for the burlap bag.

That's what I like about this page.

High fiber content.

Regarding the expressions on the faces of the two Masters of the Universe above: I suspect the American lower and middle classes are about to experience the economic equivalent of the bombing of Fallujah with white phosphorous. This is also known as pacification.

Whether or not this is designed to quell or incite an insurgency I leave to the experts in social psychological operations.

Personally, I prefer oatmeal to metamucil.

I usually opt for hot grits with butter and Tabasco sauce.

The Dark Wraith knows how to make himself sorry he wanted breakfast.

How's this for flaming backburner action?

They were going to give Goldman $acks Amerika the money anyway, and Paulson's original proposal is revealed for what it was: a naked grab for unlimited power and money.

Well, they did need some lube to grease up the ol' debt generator. Banks aren't gonna give money out to potential pikers, so they gotta jack up interest rates for short-term debt, causing that baby to seize up.

Another story at kelley b's link talks about UBS laying off almost 9000 bank employees. All told, 132,000 financial jobs lost in the European market.

How's Gramm's paychecks holding up? McCain's worried for him, I'm sure.

Phil Gramm will be okay, I think.

He, like his fellow rich Republicans, prefers not to be a whiner.

The Dark Wraith wonders if he'll at least fuss a little bit when the mob drags his patrician backside out to the gallows.

Karl Denninger is pointing out that Paulson is fighting to keep limits on where, geographically, the property for these mortgages can be.

Some want to limit the bailout to only purchasing properties in the USA. Paulson says that this limitation is non-negotiable. If it is included in the bill, Bush will veto it.

Paulson wants the bail out to be good for any mortgage, anywhere in the universe.

Now I feel so stupid for not buying an acre of lunar property...

"Come live in beautiful Lunacy Acres!"

Lunarcy?

Well, now I wish I'd done that 110% loan on the Martian property with the option for the 250-condo village overlooking where the ancient ocean shorefront used to be.

And I could have gotten a second mortgage to cover the casino complex.

I'll be lucky now if I can still exercise that purchase option on Uranus.

Rough neighborhood. The sun never shines out that far, so it's pretty dark.

Sort of like Alaska. Maybe I should talk to the Governor of Alaska. I'll ask her, "Look, I know there's oil in Alaska, but are there moose in Uranus?"

She'll know the answer.

The Dark Wraith looks for property with lots of natural resources.

but are there moose in Uranus?

Maybe THAT was why McCain appeared fascinated by staring at her butt during that speech she gave when she was first announced...anterior antlers?

Good evening, Wild Clover.

For those who have not yet seen it, here is the YouTube video of McCain leering at Palin's bottom over and over again.

Rather creepy, if you ask me.

The Dark Wraith hopes not to hear McCain discuss Palin's assets.

Maybe THAT was why McCain appeared fascinated by staring at her butt during that speech she gave when she was first announced...anterior antlers?

Yeah, prolly wishing he was Rocky the Flying Squirrel, lookin' for a place to stash his...

Mind-bleach on sale, at the end of the lunch counter, next to the Pepto-Bismol.

I need to photoshop McCain onto a pic of Rocky now, and use DW's lovely pic of SarahMoose in it.

You know, it is horrifying to me, a nice person, how quickly loathing has set in where that woman is concerned. I merely despise McCain as a inept prostitute (I mean, if you are going to sell out, do it well, and proudly. Though maybe he's past his expiration date- kind of like that leftover Spam Surprise left in the fridge from the potluck here during the Bush vs Gore campaign).

Don't touch that spam!

I'm doing an experiment with the spam and some lutefisk. I'm gonna smear some of each on DW's mustache to see which one makes him wake up faster.

He's such a great teacher!

I should probably be buying coffee creamer for this restaurant from someplace other than China.