July 21, 2009

Althouse Waking Slowly, Slowly From the Obama Dream into the New American Nightmare

This one goes out to all those who had big dreams for Obama and are now, like Ann Althouse, waking from that dream into the nightmare. Ann's almost there even though she's burying the lede deep inside Althouse: David Brooks: "Liberal Suicide March.". C'mon, Ann, you can do it. It takes a big hair babe to admit when she was wrong.

Heart also went big for Obama and every sued the RNC for using "Barracuda." They too may be having buyers' remorse now or when their way-new taxes bite them in their big hair sometime next year.

From, not without irony, the lyrics to "These Dreams:"

There's something out there
I cant resist.
I need to hide away from the pain.
There's something out there
I cant resist.
The sweetest song is silence
That I've ever heard.

Funny how your feet
In dreams never touch the earth.
In a wood full of princes
Freedom is a kiss.
But the prince hides his face
From dreams in the mist.

These dreams go on when I close my eyes.
Every second of the night I live another life.
These dreams that sleep when its cold outside.
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away.

Earth to Althouse and Heart: "Wake up and smell the agenda!"

Posted by Vanderleun at July 21, 2009 2:00 PM
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