For the longest time, during the high plateau and steady decline of the Bush regime, this is how progressives were treated during interviews on a large majority of MSM newstalk shows, Matthews included, with a twist: it used to be the chicken hawks and wingnuts on the offensive, changing the subject NOT expecting an answer, just keeping the upper hand on an argument, regressive talking points all the way, and never mind the facts.

My my my, how times have changed. How do you like it, regressives, now that you're getting a dose of your own medicine? Quite a bitter little pill, ain't it, not being able to change the subject into a tangential attack while on the defensive without getting called on it.

Just four years ago, Kerry was crucified with the nonsensical talking point "flip-flopper" on these shows, and now Obama is getting a much fairer shake while McCain gets much fewer free passes than Bush got back in the fucking Middle Ages.

The zeitgeist has shifted. Creepy bowtied cockfart Tucker Carlson is gone, Hardball seems less and less like Whiffleball when it comes to regressives, Olbermann and Maddow are kicking O'Reilly's butt in the ratings, hateful hag Coulter is nowhere to be seen, you get the idea - the tide is turning away from rovian tactics in televised commentary, except on decreasingly relevant Faux.

Progressives have become way more savvy also, check out this beauty here, right on Faux itself:

http://www.milkandcookies.com/link/131890/detail/

For many a moon, I forgot that old proverb, "What goes around comes around". Now maybe one night during this early November, we can all party in the streets, eh?

Okay, okay, okay, I didn't plan on writing a comment about this cunt again, but I relented to my friend the T-Rex, who's hungry again after swallowing Sarah Palin in two parts.

What has happened in the meantime? Well, first of all, that nifty time machine waited forlornly for days and days after Palin disappeared down the big lizard's gullet. How sad, you say, and I agree; lonely time machines always tug at my heartstrings. Unfortunately, I've got bad news for you and the time machine: it had to wait there for a good while longer, badly dented (wait and see). Well, the big lizard itself, after whacking the thing that to him strongly resembled a telephone booth (long story of how he was aware of telephone booths, so let's save that one for another day), strode off into a forest of ferns, his monstrous head towering above even the biggest of tree ferns. Problem was that T-Rex -- let's call him Jack -- got overconfident because of his recent victory over the mysterious mosquito creature. He got so overconfident, in fact, that he promptly shifted into his fifth gear, crashing down ferns at an ever-increasing rate, and generally trampling everything else for good measure. North he went. North, to the misty mountains, and once there, after a journey of six hours, Jack entered a deep gorge guarded by two giant (I mean GIANT) horsetails. By this time, Jack was low on gas.

Anyway, he now laid eyes on first one GIANT horsetail, and then the other, while thinking deeply. He thought and thought, furrowing his brow and squeezing his stomach around the by now liquefied remains of his last kill, the mysterious mosquito thing that had squeaked "You betcha" and what not while it peppered him with tiny pellets. So, Jack went on thinking deeply, and soon realized he had no business here, but as he was here right now, he might as well check out what all the rumors were about. (This gorge was very famous during the Jurassic.) Personally, Jack preferred facts; he was the first critical dino of his day and age, and not incidentally the first that never polished the scales to the Supreme Overlord in the Infinite Skies.

The rumors: It was said that no dino had ever been seen again if that dino happened to have set claw in this gorge, which bore the impressive name of The Gorge.

Now let's wrap up this story; we can't write about Jack all day, now can we? I thought so. Okay, what did Jack do? Jack set claw in The Gorge, and then deracinated both GIANT horsetails just because he liked to do that. What happened then boggled Jack's mind: he was sucked into the dark mists up yonder and, he was sure, lost consciousness for a brief moment. When he woke, he lay on the edge of what looked to him a volcanic crater, and there were these incredibly tall and thin trees reaching up to the dark sky, but they curled back at about the height of a hundred foot. The air reeked of rotting fish, which made Jack's belly rumble. (If you'll remember, I told you a while ago that Jack was low on gas.) So Jack looked around, and did some investigating: the trees were inedible (very tough and stringy; he pulled them out by the dozens), and there was nothing else but the soft and smelly earth, which sagged under Jacks massive weight.

"Oh, why not," Jack mused, and with his enormous teeth ripped a sizable chunk out of the soil.

"Holy crap," Jack roared after gulping down his mouthful. "More!"

But, you see, the problem was that just then (how inconvenient) a huge (I mean HUGE) earthquake rocked the earth, and Jack toppled and fell right back into the volcano. Next thing he knew, he was back at the GIANT horsetails, who stood fiercely upright again.

That pissed Jack off, so he said to them, as he whacked them down with his big lizard tail, "Fuck you," and then he went back to the plains, where he hoped many more mysterious "You betcha" creatures were hopping around.

Some people say Olbermann is the left's O'Rielly. I haven't heard someone be such a dick to a guest since O'Rielly. Yeah, she's wrong, and she's trying to cloud the point, but Matthews is being a jerk.

Being a jerk?

He's stating a law. The role of the vice president. It's outrageous that a candidate doesn't understand the office shes running for.