The hallucinatory spring of Huckaby

Huckaby’s big claim to fame — as the Mayor is wont to relate (in between expletives) to anyone who wakes him up — is that it was reportedly built on the site of a camp for the John C. Fremont Expedition of 1846 (hereafter JCFE1846). Fremont did a great deal of wandering in 1846, a year when he was simultaneously suffering from the unrest of a mid-life crisis and basking in the comfort of his first Dr. Scholl’s inserts. Today the American West is littered with signs announcing that “Fremont slept here,” leading the naive to believe that The Pathfinder was one of the greatest narcoleptics since George Washington.

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Barack’s bric-a-brac

Via Matthew Duss at TAPPED:

The flag pin has little to do with actual patriotism, has much to do with getting misty eyed over the idea of one’s patriotism: “Yes, how wonderful that I am a patriot, with other patriots.” Conservatives may willingly acquiesce to Bush’s dismantling of the [C]onstitution, they may cheer for his ceaselessly disastrous foreign policy, but at least they’re wearing their flag pins!

~ Egreggious 

Acting childish

Ezra Klein has also noticed that the Right is displaying ever more worrisome and nasty behavior, this time in reaction to a child speaking up in defense of SCHIP.

This is the politics of hate. Screaming, sobbing, inchoate, hate. It would never, not in a million years, occur to me to drive to the home of a Republican small business owner to see if he “really” needed that tax cut. It would never, not in a million years, occur to me to call his family and demand their personal information. It would never occur to me to interrogate his neighbors. It would never occur to me to his smear his children.

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