In downtown DC, we were just passed by a car with a sticker in Spanish that said, “Together with Romney.”

This confirms my observation that Hispanics who supported Romney were a bit slow on the uptake.

What’s especially hilarious is that many people who are happily nodding in agreement with the point of my preceding post (i.e. the leader of a huge organization who gets a sizeable remuneration for this job is responsible for whatever happens to the organization) are the same ones who had hissy fits when I suggested that Cecile Richards was responsible for the collapse of the organization she leads that happened on her watch.

The only difference between Richards-worshippers and Bush-worshippers is that they choose to be servile to a different very rich person. What these poor, facile creatures take for political opinions is simply a medieval need to be loyal to a feudal overlord.

It’s incomprehensible to the servile how one can possibly support ideas or principles instead of worshipping very rich people they have invested with magical significance. Ideas, to them, are nothing but a pretext that leads to the really important task: selecting their lord and master whom they will serve with all the passion of their sniveling little souls.

Yes, let’s now spend a year discussing whether George W. Bush was the US President in 2001.

The scariest thing about human beings is how gladly and how fast they erase their own memories in order to be as servile as possible.

Do you ever get this feeling of, “OK, I haven’t had a drop of liquor in months but I feel soused to the eyeballs”?

Last night, N and I went out for a walk here in DC, and all of a sudden I saw a stream of people dressed in identical shirts with the Russian last name “Ovechkin” on them pass me by. The stream seemed endless because more and more Ovechkins kept joining it.

“Ovechkin” in Russian comes from the word “sheep”, and the steady stream of these identical people bearing the word ” sheep” in Russian on their backs made me feel completely drunk in the midst of long-term sobriety.

Of course, there was a perfectly reasonable explanation to the advent of the Ovechkins in Washington, DC but we arrived at it after feeling like we were losing our mental capacities.

After the keratin treatment washed out, my hair went completely insane. Now I can’t even hope to get a brush through it. Gone are the times when I could actually run my fingers through it. It’s all a matted, tangled mess.

Strangely, though, people seem to dig the Gorgon look. I get stopped by strangers who want to admire it once or twice a day. Maybe I awaken some archetypal wild woman thing in them that they respond to.

It’s getting quite cold in DC tonight but a large group of young black men gathered for a protest. I was curious what it was they were protesting in the cold on a Saturday night and approached. It turned out that the men were there to discuss the situation in Israel.

I think it’s deeply touching that in a city where it’s very obviously very difficult to be black these young men would care enough about what’s happening all the way across the world and would get together to discuss it. It’s not important whether you agree with them or not, I believe, to feel proud of these young men.

I just read Kissinger’s article in today’s WSJ, and I’m very unimpressed. Just as we have finally buried the silly idea that Reagan destroyed the USSR, Kissinger comes up with an outlandish suggestion that Nixon actually caused it to break up by initiating negotiations with China. That’s a very bizarre idea.

Then he shows that his understanding of what Putin is doing in Syria is extremely shallow. I understand that the fellow is in his nineties but I thought he ar least managed to follow the trajectory of the USSR.

In all honesty, my plumber offers a more nuanced analysis of foreign affairs than this article.

Has anyone figured out what’s supposed to be so wrong with gentrification? I keep reading one angry article in the European press after another about neighborhood bars being displaced by nail salons and yoga studios and can’t figure out what drives the outrage other than the erasure of the traditionally working class male spaces in favor of those associated with successful professional women.

Yes, the demand for unskilled blue-collar labor has plummeted while the need for highly specialized, professional workers soared. Are we still mourning that? Because it’s been a while, and one would think it’s time to start getting over that.

In short, where is drama in ugly, dilapidated neighborhoods being spruced up and made more beautiful (and more comfortable for women)?

Even conservative media are convinced that Putin’s regime is about to fall because the people of Russia just have got to be upset about the country’s economic crisis and their plummeting standard of living.

This, of course, is a deeply Marxist idea that, like all Marxist ideas, collapses when confronted with reality. Last week, a survey was released indicating that Russians consider Putin’s greatest achievement to be. . . the way he dramatically improved the economy and – get this – raised the price of oil on the world market.

How can that be, you’ll ask? Easy. The people of Russia find out about the state of the economy not from their wallets but from their TVs.

Remember, people, money is nothing. Ideas are everything. Yesterday Putin told his people that the US is weak and Russia rules the world. And that feeling is much more enjoyable than being able to go buy crap at a store. People only go buy crap at a store because it helps them get a certain idea of themselves in place, anyway.

At the Russian restaurant, N became very tense and nervous.

“I’m wary of all these Russian people,” he explained.

“But why?” I asked. “They aren’t doing any harm.”

“Yeah, right, that’s what Ukrainians thought, and then you saw what happened,” he retorted.