The Unblinking Eye, Lidless, Wreathed In Snow
Posted on September 25th, 2008 by Daniel Larison
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Inspired by James, an adaptation of Palin’s interview answers:
You don’t just walk into Washington, unless you’re a maverick like John McCain, who walks the walk and has been reforming Washington all along, which is why it’s so desperately in need of reform. Its Beltway is guarded by more than lobbyists, which is why we must have that reform and that process of reforming also. There is corruption there that doesn’t sleep much, it’s kind of wide awake; the Unblinking Eye is, you know, watching constantly and it’s very watchful. It is an elitist wasteland, just full of earmarks and taxes and inefficiencies, and special interests also.
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[...] As does Daniel Larison: You don’t just walk into Washington, unless you’re a maverick like John McCain, who walks the walk and has been reforming Washington all along, which is why it’s so desperately in need of reform. Its Beltway is guarded by more than lobbyists, which is why we must have that reform and that process of reforming also. There is corruption there that doesn’t sleep much, it’s kind of wide awake; the Unblinking Eye is, you know, watching constantly and it’s very watchful. It is an elitist wasteland, just full of earmarks and taxes and inefficiencies, and special interests also. [...]
Nice.
I feel somewhat sorry for her. She is in way over her head.
Thus did the Hobbit, Palin, descend onto the Plain of Gorgoroth, that she might cast the One Earmark into cracks of Mount Doom in which it was forged. Arrayed against her were the Swarthy Men and the pitiless Easterlings, who mocked her in their camps, for she knew not the High Speech. But Max Boot the Petty-Dwarf gave her counsel and thereby she passed their encampments without incident. Until on the twenty-sixth day of her descent into the choking mire of Mordor she encountered Dire Putin, who reared up his head upon a neck that swayed as a serpent sways which did stretch for many hundreds of miles, and the head split in twain by subect/verb agreement difficulties wrought by Melkor in the Elder Days. And her poll numbers quailed, and the light of Iluvatar could not help her.
I so want to roll up a Neo-Conservative right now, but I just can’t get my Wisdom score low enough to qualify for the class.
Ya know, James, you’ve just closed the door of LOTR parody itjihad. I hope you’re happy with what you’ve done. One might almost think you were a Santorum admirer.
It’s so rare that my particular skillset is relevant to anything, I guess I got carried away.
I’m also kicking myself for not equating John McCain with Denethor, the conceited, country-first, doddering madman who doesn’t have the first clue how to deal with a crisis.