So the U.S. government is officially accusing Russia, and President Putin, of interfering in the U.S. presidential election.

"Twas the night before Christmas
and all thru the land
the people were shopping
while their President was killing innocent children in other countries"

Regarding the "issues". Aren't all issues dependent on a single issue - democracy? And since we don't have democracy, shouldn't we try to get that first?

We need to understand what the liberals already know but are unwilling to admit publicly; liberalism is in a deep crisis. The liberal wing of the ruling class has caught itself on the horns of a dilemma.

On the one hand, the Liberals serve the interests of capitalism, in that sense the shift from Keynesian Liberalism to Neoliberalism comes about due to the economic crisis following the demise of Keynesianism due to stagflation in the 1970s.

Ok, for those of you who don't know.
I'm a veteran. Operation Iraqi Freedom. 2007-2009. Worst year and a half of my life.

I bring this up for perspective. I know a lot of people have lived full lives doing good things and working hard for what you believed is right. I'm not here to denigrate your goodness, or your effort, or to tell you that what you did is wrong.

One of the turds floated to the bottom.

Usually I try and document everything, verify my source... but today I am feeling like fuck this shit. Lucky me, no downvotes and negative mojos and such hyena breathing exercises:

The National Basketball Association had its opening night last night. For most this might not be a big deal, but to me it is. I've decided to stop watching NBA basketball games on TV. I'm boycotting. This goes along with other changes I've gone through in my later years such as boycotting the Presidential election and the representative political system, growing my hair long and refusing to think like the bastards want us to think.

I've reached a limit of sorts, kind of like when you eat too much at Thanksgiving and you feel like you're going to throw up. Or like when you're in rush hour traffic and you have to piss so bad you feel like you're going to blow but you're in the fast lane and no one will let you over. "You bastards, let me over!!"

My precious granddaughter is 12 years old and in the seventh grade. What a wonderful time in human life. Twelve years old. They're half teenager, half child, able to watch SpongeBob, play with dolls and tell vulgar jokes all at once.