This is how the United States of America ends: not with a bang, but with the specter of a giant fucking clown car pulling an unlicensed street taco cart. (h/t bookworm)

Or, put another way, according to the number 3 Democrat, the President has the Constitutional right to rule as a dictator, and the Constitution essentially provides for a complete rejection of the notion of separation of powers the framers put in place to prevent a dictatorial centralized authority of the kind they’d just fought a revolution to free themselves of. — Which, that sounds about right. Just so long as

Yes. And the private sector is doing really rather poorly. I blame Bush. And racism. You?

But what the triumphalist Republican fails to mention as a reason for his state’s successes is its vibrant illegal community — and the fact that the Governor doesn’t have to deal with the vestiges of the George Bush era. Besides, crowing over how your state is doing well while more progressive — and so good and moral and righteous — states like California slide headlong into the fiscal and economic

Like certain tiny fish, almost. Because in this new United States of The Law is What We Decree It to Be, illegally entering the country — to compete off-book for jobs that don’t even exist in adequate numbers for younger Americans — is no longer a dealbreaker for a potential Obama voter. Or most Mexican National Team soccer fans. Still, we need to at least make an attempt to appear

Honestly, is anybody terribly surprised by this? I suspect the crew at Lawyers, Guns, and Money — who were so desperate to villify Jack Cashill for his literary forensic work — will spend the next couple weeks informing us, in their best dismissive academic speak and sneering hand waves, how fabulism marshaled in the service of a particular narrative theme, even in the service of a putative autobiography (well, one