It’s been my refuge and shelter-from-the-storm since early bush/cheney.

I went searching for someplace-anyplace to commiserate and find some sense of solidarity with others as upset as I was about Gore’s being robbed of the Presidency. Discovered a site called “Resident Bush”. (“AHA! Somebody else who agrees with me that Bush didn’t win legitimately!”)

And I glanced at the left-hand margin where other sites were listed (“if you like this, you may also like these”). I noticed something called “Democratic Underground” and clicked over into it to take a look.

And I’ve never looked back!

Doesn't matter HOW low your corporate taxes are - if all the bridges are washed out and your employees are screwed and can't get to work, and there are no detours that don't crowd up and take four hours one way, and ...

With all their money and manpower and access to the greatest minds and entire divisions given over to planning and anticipating for the future and all that - you'd expect corporations to have a finger on this pulse point already.

And they don't. Short-term profits are all they care about anymore. Seems like NOBODY thinks longterm... or consequences... or ramifications... and certainly not what works for the greater good beyond the immediate confines of the corporation. Only their own stockholders matter.

MAYBE you survive on a rubber raft, assuming a big floating chunk of debris doesn't poke a big hole in it and sink the damn thing.

It makes me think of that cautionary tale about the stubborn guy on his roof as the floodwaters rise. “Oh God, save me! Save me, oh God!” he prays.
Boat comes by. “Hey mister! Climb aboard! Let’s get outta here!”
Man: “No! God will save me! Save me, oh God!”
Floodwaters keep rising. Now they’re not only at roof-level, he’s ankle-deep up there.
Another boat comes by. “Hey, you! The flood’s rising more! We gotta evacuate! Get in!”
Man: “NO! God will save me! Save me, oh God!”
As the floodwaters rise up to his waist, here comes a rescue chopper, on one last look before evacuating, themselves. “Hey, mister! We’re lowering a rope! Grab it and let’s get outta here!”
Man: again, “NO! God will save me! Save me, oh God!”
The rising water level soon is carrying him away and he drowns. Gets up to the Pearly Gates and realizes he’s DEAD. “Oh God! I believed in You! Why didn’t You save me?!?”
And God said “what? Are you kidding? I sent you two boats and a helicopter!”

That’s an oldie but a goodie. An oldie but a VERY GOOD goodie!