Poem in a Pocket Day

My cliche choice: THE SECOND COMING Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are… Read More Poem in a Pocket Day

Obama isn’t Working, Because Mitt Romney is a Raaaaacist, or Something…

At Patterico, the usual desperate flailing to find cover for President Pup-Eater McFailpants is diagnosed: The slogan is a multiple entendre, but one of those entendres, intentionally or not, is evocative of a nasty racial stereotype about black men. See? It evokes. And your intentions don’t matter, because meaning is determined by the interpreter. See… Read More Obama isn’t Working, Because Mitt Romney is a Raaaaacist, or Something…