Americablog reader Phillip writes:
When I first read this piece I thought he was making up snark Maureen Dowd style.I think they meant the Eternal Flames of Hell.WASHINGTON (CNN) -- The only bright spot in the nation's capital for Republicans these days seems to be a flame that burns 24 hours a day in the courtyard at the campaign headquarters for Republican senators.But no! They actually have a flame, and a victory monument. Clearly these folk do not read Shelley who penned a line or two about people building memorials to themselves*.
The Eternal Flame of Freedom is near the National Republican Victory Monument, which commemorates the 1994 "Republican Revolution," when the GOP wrested control of Congress out of Democratic hands.
And the kicker is that anyone could get their name inscribed on the victory monument if they became a 'platinum' donor. You can almost hear the infomercial voice-over, "but wait, there's more, call now and we will double the benefit, inscribing your name and the name of a loved one on the National Republican Victory Monument. The fully functional working model of the Ronald Regan Eternal Flame is yours to keep whatever you decide. Mount it in your office, your den, or your back deck where it doubles as a BBQ...
Of course they will build a monument for Doofus sooner or later. My suggestion is to get in there first. A twenty foot high statue of the Abu Ghraib crucified man holding a 'mission accomplished' banner in his hands, sunk up to his waist in a reflecting pool of crude oil.
Ozymandiasby Percy Bysshe ShelleyI met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: `My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. |
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Date: 2009-01-30 08:37 pm (UTC)...and provide a pile of shoes for people to toss at it.
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Date: 2009-01-30 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-31 02:00 am (UTC)Party Poopers!
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Date: 2009-01-30 08:51 pm (UTC)