Rummi

I doubt there are very many readers of this reckless blog who don't also read Charlotte Street, but for the stumblers and stragglers I give you:
The Poetry of Donald Rumsfeld

Precious.

A parody of the shrill victim-complex shared by the personality spokesemen/managers of superpowers everywhere, whether it's Rummy, Martin Sheen, or DailyKos. (An effective deferral of responsibility, if ever there was one.) Witness the grain of unintentional ideological transparency in the malapropism cum dictum, "the future will be better tomorrow." (But it is intentional, of course, aimed at a certain market-maintained plane of zero-patience, perhaps also visceral response. You're just not supposed to think about it very much.)