Big Dog is God. Did You Know That?
"Big Dog" is a nickname used in an admiring way for William J. Clinton, the ex-President. I have often seen it used on Bartcop, though not so much anywhere else. I don't know if it's Bart's invention or not. I know that I like the term , and I will use it here. I don't like "Bill." For some reason the use of that name keeps stirring up in my mind the image of a part of a cap or of a bird.
I have been struck by how potent Big Dog is, not so much for his admirers as for his detractors. In fact, I'm certain that Big Dog's assailants have no idea how much that, with their numerous attacks, they're actually testifying to the enormous power that he, unnoticed by them, exerts upon them. And they bring him up so often, on nearly every issue, that soon you get the idea that in their heart of hearts, they feel that William J. Clinton is responsible for EVERYthing, the good and the bad, the old and the new, the large and the small. And in fact, that has furnished a kind of bittersweet sport for progressives. Whenever an issue flares up, old or new, progressives wait to see how long it will take for all blame for the negative aspects of it to be laid at Big Dog's feet -- or should I say paws? -- and what form that blame will take. And the right wing is so wedded to their Pavlov's dogs behavior that they readily oblige.
These people on the conservative end of things are in trouble. Their ideology guarantees difficulties for them, because their stands are so suggestive of the makeshift skin of thin concrete and what-not that the authorities at Chernobyl have thrown over their wayward reactor, hoping to contain its radiation. Just as that skin is far from impermeable and in fact contains numerous large holes and they have to keep thinking of repairing it, so the thinking of the right wing constantly develops drastic lesions. And that Hell-dipped end of the political spectrum is so dependent on Big Dog that when that happens, sooner or later (to grab another metaphor) they try to slice another sliver out of him and stuff it in the opening, to staunch the flow of their bilious blood.
The most comical thing about this is that these folk don't seem to be the least bit daunted by the steadily increasing number of years between the time that Big Dog left the Oval Office and the present, when you would think that he would have less and less of an effect on things. But he does.
The activities of God, too, are not thought to be limited by any restrictions of time. So I guess the righties know that they have merely slung an effigy in that office to replace Big Dog's actual presence, with their label stuck on that limp bundle of a suit and chickenwire for laughs, while their operatives like Card, Rice, Rove, and the others do their misguided stumblings elsewhere, engaging in the hypocrisies so often found in religious practices.
So the next inference easily follows. For the right wing Big Dog is God.
I have been struck by how potent Big Dog is, not so much for his admirers as for his detractors. In fact, I'm certain that Big Dog's assailants have no idea how much that, with their numerous attacks, they're actually testifying to the enormous power that he, unnoticed by them, exerts upon them. And they bring him up so often, on nearly every issue, that soon you get the idea that in their heart of hearts, they feel that William J. Clinton is responsible for EVERYthing, the good and the bad, the old and the new, the large and the small. And in fact, that has furnished a kind of bittersweet sport for progressives. Whenever an issue flares up, old or new, progressives wait to see how long it will take for all blame for the negative aspects of it to be laid at Big Dog's feet -- or should I say paws? -- and what form that blame will take. And the right wing is so wedded to their Pavlov's dogs behavior that they readily oblige.
These people on the conservative end of things are in trouble. Their ideology guarantees difficulties for them, because their stands are so suggestive of the makeshift skin of thin concrete and what-not that the authorities at Chernobyl have thrown over their wayward reactor, hoping to contain its radiation. Just as that skin is far from impermeable and in fact contains numerous large holes and they have to keep thinking of repairing it, so the thinking of the right wing constantly develops drastic lesions. And that Hell-dipped end of the political spectrum is so dependent on Big Dog that when that happens, sooner or later (to grab another metaphor) they try to slice another sliver out of him and stuff it in the opening, to staunch the flow of their bilious blood.
The most comical thing about this is that these folk don't seem to be the least bit daunted by the steadily increasing number of years between the time that Big Dog left the Oval Office and the present, when you would think that he would have less and less of an effect on things. But he does.
The activities of God, too, are not thought to be limited by any restrictions of time. So I guess the righties know that they have merely slung an effigy in that office to replace Big Dog's actual presence, with their label stuck on that limp bundle of a suit and chickenwire for laughs, while their operatives like Card, Rice, Rove, and the others do their misguided stumblings elsewhere, engaging in the hypocrisies so often found in religious practices.
So the next inference easily follows. For the right wing Big Dog is God.
posted by Carl (aka Sofarsogoo) | 7:37 AM
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