“Unrepentent” Bomber McCain Spent Years in Prison. “I’d Do It Again” Says Senator

What if the same Republicans who ran both of George Bush’s campaigns and who are now in charge of John McCain’s campaign were working for the Democrats – ANY Democrat – and running against John McCain as the opposing candidate?  What kind of press releases, surrogate talking points and commercials would we be seeing then?

Wake Up And Smell the Presidential Coffee

As new President Barack Obama said on Wednesday,

“The question isn’t whether you’re better off than you were four years ago, the question is whether you’re better off than you were four weeks ago.”

Unless you are in the repo, liquor or foreclosure business the answer is no.

President Barack Obama” you ask? Isn’t that pushing the presumptuous envelope a mite?  Perhaps you’re thinking, “arrogance much?”

Not really. It’s my job to be ahead of the curve and deal with what’s coming next.

Clean Coal, Healthy Cancer & Evil Jesus – Did I Mention Safe Green Nuclear?

In an attempt to locate “the good old days” I went back in the Creative Greenius time machine yesterday, but I could only afford enough gas to get us to January of 2008.  It seems like so long ago, doesn’t it?  We all looked so much younger then… when the Botox prices were still affordable.  Back in January, “the problems in Georgia” were still about Michael Vick and dog fighting; Hillary Clinton and John Edwards each still thought they’d be the next President; while John McCain was trying to decide between Polident or Fixodent.  I could wax nostalgic for January all post long… but I digress.

DRILLING US TO DEATH: “Welcome To The Gas Chamber,” Says The Man Who Knows

When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.”  —  Hunter S. Thompson

Times have never been weirder here in the land of your Creative Greenius where even the 99 Cent Stores cannot buck the psychological impacts of this virtual recession being experienced by avatars everywhere.  Earthquakes, fires, budget deficits and Real Estate that isn’t quite so “real” anymore and no longer feels like any kind of “estate” has harshed our mellow here in the Golden State.

It’s times like these when I invite The Man Who Knows over for a visit.  I don’t really want to see him when everything is copacetic because part of what makes the good times so good is not having The Man Who Knows around telling you what you don’t want to hear.

But today’s weirdness calls for some simple truths and The Man Who Knows wasted no time in laying them on me as he lay on my couch.