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Romanticism / John Martin/ Belshazzar's Feast

I kinda like the timeliness of the art that I found over at WikiArt today.  Belshazzar’s Feast is where the מנא מנא תקל ופרסין came from and the phrase “read the writing on the wall” started.  Kinda fun.  

It will be interesting how the joint session of asshats will deal on Wednesday.  Who the fuck knows.  I know that I don’t care and I can’t really say if the outcome matters to me all that much.  Too many variables are not nailed down.  Too many people trying to “spin” their way to the desired outcome.  

Now, this is a “Mrs. Robinson” kind of moment, because any way you look at it we lose.  

Fuckwad the First is trying to keep Fuckwad the Second out of the Oval Office.  If he succeeds we have the horrible, horrible prospect of another four years of Fuckwad the First.  If he fails we have the horrible, horrible prospect of the next four years of Fuckwad the Second.  Lovely.

What it is gonna come down to is a game of chicken.  

The fact that there is a long history of malfeasance, skullduggery, fraud, and corruption in the District of Columbia and environs is indisputable.  The place reeks of it.  Biden’s claim on the Democratic nomination was the continuation of the same.  Trump is pouting because half the country loathes him and is likely going to be playing the cards of pulling back the curtain to let folks know just how corrupt D.C. is.