Plus ça change.

It's always exhilarating when one finds a famous poet saying something sensible about politics.

Nowadays, that sort of person seems to be either a twink or someone determined to undermine any manner of sensible national undertakings, such as, for example, the U.S. effort to prevail in a grim and deadly contest with Fuligo septica jihadi barbatus.

George's and Dick's Excellent Adventure.

Even avenging the death of thousands of our countrymen seems a debatable goal to the most sensitive and aware souls among us. (Personally, the Colonel relishes the thought of vengeance, something that we just thought you'd be dying to know.)

The "Bush lied, people died" proposition has attained the status of a Firm Belief amongst undergraduate art historians and graduate comparative feminism students in a way that "He lied, he got laid" never did.

Truly enlightened people today show an endless fascination with the line-by-line analysis of documents illuminating the state of pre-war intelligence on Iraqi WMD and find in them nought but the foulest Texas Treachery. A similar fascination was not in evidence when it came to facts surrounding financial assistance provided to William Jefferson Clinton by Chinese bankers and pimps and to Hillary Rodham Clinton through the friendly manipulation of commodity shares trade times.

Rep. Murtha's determination to deliver to Al Jazeera all manner of lurid and as-yet-unproved allegations against certain of our U.S. forces – which happen presently to be in the field -- is nothing short of a personal and political disgrace. His fellow Democrats still experience a late-spring torpor when they might do something to rein in this odious compatriot.

Why state the obvious any more? The desperation to get their hands on the boodle regain lost political dominance drives the Democrats to ever greater excess, heedless of any cost.

Just read this delicious description of the Democrats of yore and axe yourself if it just doesn't have an eerily contemporary ring to it:

Walt Whitman once described a typical Democratic National Convention as “the meanest kind of ... pimps, malignant conspirators, murderers, fancy-men, customhouse clerks, contractors, kept-editors, spaniels, well-train’d to carry and fetch, jobbers, infidels, disunionists, terrorists, mail-riflers, … creatures of the President, creatures of would-be Presidents, spies, bribers, compromisers … and born freedom-sellers of the earth.”

Now . . . is that cool, or what?

"Machiavellian Realism." By J. R. Nyquist, Financial Sense Online, 6/9/06.