Decision Altitude

Hmmmmmm, what to do, what to do...
We have set before us a virtual buffet of choices, strategies and scenarios- bereft of any nourishment or substance. A heaping platter of roasted, slow baked, honey basted crap with unlimited nauseating side dishes has been set before us...do we dig in and happily say "thank you, sir, can I have some more?" or do we just stiff the waiters and walk out without leaving a tip?
Here's some of the select choices and combos on todays menu:

Max Headroom or Mr. Potter

Rufus T. Firefly or Gomer Pyle

Stalin or Hitler

Mr. Potter or The New Messiah

Max Headroom or Nurse Ratched

Rufus T. Firefly or Chthlu

The New Messiah or a multi-headed Hydra

Gomer Pyle or Nurse Ratched

Good or Evil

Us or Them

Bambi or Godzilla

Free or Slave

As disgusting and cowardly as it is, I fear our only choice is: Who do we want to blame come 2012?
Republicans or Dems?

When I awoke this morning this line from Braveheart popped into my head. It's the famous line by Stephen, the crazy Irishman.
It expresses my feelings today perfectly. (caution: language)