Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.
Here's a fun facts: Paul "Superchristian Randite" Ryan's two most super-favorite books in the whole darn world each offer their own forms of guidance on the matter of recognizing and dealing with wicked, unhinged, lying monsters:
Like a muddied spring or a polluted fountain is a righteous man who gives way before the wicked. -- Proverbs 25:26By suspending your judgment, you are negating your person. When a man declares: ‘Who am I to know?’- he is declaring: ‘Who am I to live?” -- Atlas Shrugged
Bad company ruins good morals. -- 1 Corinthians 15:33A process of reason is a process of constant choice in answer to the question: True or False? - Right or Wrong? -- Atlas Shrugged
How predictably hilarious, then, that the man third in line to the White House doesn't have the yams to follow the advice of either of the books which -- although they are diametrically opposed to each other in every way imaginable -- Ryan has said repeatedly were the lodestones of his moral life.
Instead (from Brother Charles Pierce):
...Good lord, he must be looking at internal polling that turns his liver to water.But, beyond that, what the hell does this mean? It means that Ryan doesn't have the stones to rescind his endorsement and that he is telling the rest of his caucus to swim away from the wreckage before it sucks them all down into the abyss. It also means that Ryan is resigned to a President Hillary Rodham Clinton and that his primary focus is to keep the power to obstruct yet another Democratic president.It also means that Ryan still thinks there's enough energy in the dank regions of The Base to do him and his caucus real damage if he were to rescind formally his endorsement. His loyalty is purely toward his caucus, not toward the country. This was Paul Ryan's Ecce Homo moment. He did everything except ask for a basin in which to wash his hands. The essential gutlessness of the man always will shine through....
The most delicious irony in all of this is that, in virtually every Ayn Rand novel, every Sneering, Two-Dimensional Collectivist Villain always ends up right where Ryan is now: hostage to the whims of a mindless mob of berserk of yahoos which the Sneering, Two-Dimensional Collectivist Villain helped create.
What a pity that Paul Ryan never managed to make it all the way to end of any of Ayn Rand's terrible books.
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". . . every Sneering, Two-Dimensional Collectivist Villain. . ."
I had the misfortune as a young man to read The Fountainhead and could not understand why this tediously long boring pointless replication of comic book plotting and dialogue was acclaimed by so many chowderheads. I am older and wiser now and realize that a certain percentage of the population are chowderheads and we're stuck with that and just have to keep the car keys away from them. And I did read the whole terrible thing to the end like the joke about the kid digging thru the pile of horseshit he got for Christmas figuring there has to be a pony in there somewhere (SPOILER ALERT: there's not.)
Pierce's assessment is probably very correct, though I am sure Ryan's priority is to retain his I-wanted-to-spend-time-with-my-family-unless-you-make-it-worth-my-while Speakership until those mysterious monthly five figure checks with "For the tax cuts, destroying Medicare, and giving us the SS trust fund!" written in the memo line stop coming.
I had the misfortune as a young man to read The Fountainhead and could not understand why this tediously long boring pointless replication of comic book plotting and dialogue was acclaimed by so many chowderheads.
One of many morally and intellectually indefensible habits we, as a nation, got into during the Cold War and will probably not be capable of breaking until October 31, 2036 (a date I arrived at by taking Wikipedia's dates for the start and end of the Cold War and calculating a date as far from the end as the end was from the start).
Do do do doo, do do doo doot
And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house [of representatives]?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go to?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right? Am I wrong?
And you may say yourself, "My God! What have I done?"
Expire you gutless sonofabitch! Too bad you didn't ask these questions years ago when you were quaffing $300 bottles of wine on somebody else's dime.
Which way he lands is academic: the Yankee Doodle Falange (who mostly despised him already) will never forgive him uninviting their Oompa-Loompa Fuhrer to his Wisconsin rally. Credit for focusing on down-ballot races when the top of the ticket is Ebola with a combover, but OOPS! A good portion of those down-ticket candidates are Tea Party goombahs that love them some Trump & will thus go Full Kamikaze come November.
The House was assumed to be a GOP lock as recently as September.
Now? Not so much.
The Zombie Eyed Granny Starver must be looking in deep green envy at Tan Man Boehner. Boy did he dodge that bullet! Boehner slugs back his whiskey, sucks down his smoke & goes: yeah baby! K Street's a beaut! Too bad so sad it's a tad too soon for gutless soulless Ryan to make that walk of shame thru the revolving door. Sucks to be you Ryan, you puny coward weasel. Keep selling out the country like you always have. Bastard.
Mr. Pedantic here: Ryan is second in line. the line forms with the vice president.
You may resume your program in progress.
Ryan doesn't give a rat's ass about what Trump does other than sign his budget into law, thereby immortalizing him.
They already have their strategy for getting past the Democratic filibuster in the senate.
-Doug in Oakland
Ryan has a moral life?
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