...that was When I Ruled the World

After last night's grotesque but predictable

GOP victory over Democrats , I think our empire is finally done.

This time, there will not be some kind of pendulum at work.


There was no pendulum for the British Empire, the French Monarchy or the old USSR. Some rot is irreversible.


In fact, the USSR still remains my favorite analogy: we're in the Gorbachev era and lurching towards the Yeltsin era: look, the clowns have arrived!

I think the trend is simply irreversible, just as it was in the USSR, no matter who is in power. I feel sorry for Obama.

My best guess is that by 2014, a lot of the US will sort of look like Mumbai, minus the tasty food.



Lyrics to Viva La Vida by Cold Play :

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets that I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead!
Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

To Greedy wingnuts: "Glory days of yore" are never coming back". Deal with it. "US Exceptionalism", you say?