In former times, parents would give their children a 'spring tonic' that would clean them out from the winter's blahs. I recall my father giving me a tablespoon of an awful looking, licorice-tasting tonic called Alpenkreuter. Colonic cleansing, now even advertised on TV, is a ritual that many people perform seasonally to purify their spirit [and body] of the bad karma.
How about a Grand Old Party grand colonic cleansing? For the past 8 years, the once Grand old Party has been festering like a rancid bowel with a cast of characters fit for Mme Toussant's Wax Museum. Dick Cheney, Donald Rumsfeld, Phil Gramm, George Bush, John Boehner, Eric Cantor, Mitch McConnell, to name but a few. Festering ideologues, passing their horrible gas onto this nation like a great miasmic fog.
That old party, choked by bowel-characters as these has caused that elephant much agony and pain; it lists like a ship ready to capsize, barely able to stand upright.
Recall that most excellent M*A*S*H episode in which Col. Potter's horse became constipated? How they tried to help it get back on its feet? And in the end, so to speak, they gave it a grand enema? And she blew!
That old horse was mighty grateful and quickly perked up after the procedure and trotted around like a young stallion once again.
It's time for a similar Grand Purge of the GOP. Let'er go! Blast those festering pieces of feces out with great gusto and fanfare! Let'er rip!
On Solving The Problem of Induction, Revisited
2 hours ago