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The World & I Are Out of Sorts Again

The world and I are out of sorts again, disagreeing with life's progress and purpose. Politically, Greece has a new PM, a banker...that should solve everything, I suggest in jaded jest.

Friends think Herman Cain should be President, Newt should be his veep, and I laugh and I weep. Do you really? Of course, the candidate I backed years ago disappoints me. Obama governs from the soft middle and is being played. He disappoints me on DADT, the wars, his lack of firm, coherent action on the economy, signing statements, Gitmo, torture, so on, ad nauseam.

Herman Cain is being railroaded, people cry, it's the media's faults, others answer, look at that second woman making accusations and how ugly she is, why would Herman make a move on her?  Sow doubt, cast deception. Worked well for Ah-nold. All those rumors about his gropinating days, Maria standing beside him until that woman with her ten year old showed up. Or how about good old Bill Clinton....if Herman was Bill, you'd be hearing a lot more about the accusations.

People are upset with Joe Paterno and Penn State. SuperPac spending has already reached staggering levels, look at these numbers. The good news is, we added 80,000 net new jobs last month.

80,000 new jobs, are you kidding? Why, that made the market jump! Analysts and economists are hopeful.

Within my company, my analysis of our install base trends shows a deepening, worsening economy. The quarterly numbers back me up. Management's solution is to cut costs and urge us all to be salesman and pull together.

'My side' won in Ohio, defeated labor laws, Arizona where Pearce was recalled, Mississippi, where personhood from the moment of conception was defeated. I'm signing petitions left and right to stop our water from being sold to corporations, stop mountain top removal, stop air and water pollution, protect worker rights, stop the madness of focusing on money, money, money, come get your money, it'll solve all your ills.

An Alabama county declared bankruptcy. The market fell on news of Italy. A Marine was beaten to death by another Marine as he slept in his bed. There's a scandal at Dover AFB.

Yeah, another day, another rant, another year.

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; (1)
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, (2)
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus (3) rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton (4) blow his wreathed horn.