Art and life

(While writing, I learned of the tragedy in Arkansas. My deepest condolences to the victim's family. I hope that the rather frothy tone of the following post will not seem out of place on this day.)

Well, I'm still too angry to write deep political thoughts.

The Obotsphere still thinks that the best way to win over the PUMAs is to insult them. According to some bots, the PUMAs are Hillary zombies who should support Obama because she supports Obama. Other bots say that Hillary has not offered sufficient support for the Lightbringer, while Maureen Dowd insists that the Evil One controls the movement. It still hasn't occurred to these clowns that the movement exists not out of love for Hillary but out of disgust arising from Obama's lies and corruption.

Looks like the COLB controversy is dying, even as the "darkened video" smear may be coming back. I wonder how many of the more popular memes in paranoia-land are born of technical ignorance? I've met quite a few conspiracy theorists in my time. Some of them are so dimwitted they seem to believe that the radio works because it has little people inside.

By the way -- this No Quarter post is about me. Susan UnPC (I've warned her that I no longer consider any correspondence private) bragged that she was going to slam me without mentioning my name. I think it is cute that they are calling my ethics into consideration because I helped to puncture the false story they published.

Gotta tell ya -- Larry Johnson has helped to demystify the CIA in my eyes. As you know, I used to hang out with a lot of JFK assassination buffs, who tend to view Company men as nearly supernatural creatures. That's why they call 'em spooks.

But now? We've been exposed to Jim Woolsey's wackjob theories, which proved that the conspiracy buffs inside the Agency are even worse than the ones on the outside. We've met a pin-headed slickster named Dusty Foggo, who somehow rose to the Number Three position while robbing the store. And we have gotten to know Larry Johnson, a well-meaning fellow whose attempts at Sherlock Holmesing are continually one-upped by an ill-to-do schlub in the San Fernando Valley who illustrates children's books for a living.

Yeah, the Company's aura of quasi-supernatural efficiency has definitely worn thin.

(By the way, is there any truth to the rumor that Larry was asked to leave because he kept demanding to use the Cone of Silence?)

Enough. I want to keep this post light.

So let's meet another artist. This guy:

Now, it is bad karma for one ottist to dis another ottist. Making a living at this game ain't easy, and I wish Ron Keas every success. My question is this:

Do you think John McCain paid him to produce this messianic imagery?

Don't dismiss the notion out of hand. The McCain campaign has already demonstrated that it is the wittiest in recent Republican history.