The world is just not that into you

But this torch that I found
Its gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

A one act play in which a resolute Jeff Goldstein attempts to negotiate with a hooker in a Denver Holiday Inn bar minutes before closing time.


It could simply be misplaced faith and optimism on my part, but I feel like there almost must be things going on in the background that we’re not seeing. Otherwise, I’d be despairing, too.

Because if this is it—if all we can manage politically at this point, even with someone as stubborn Bush in office, is to declare victory by staying the course—than our adversarial press and the cynical opportunists on the left (with an assist from the nativists on the paleocon right) will have shown the world that America is indeed the weak horse, crippled by its own inner tensions and power struggles, and by the soft transnational leftism that, by controlling the narrative and sowing seeds of manipulated dissent, pushes us ever closer to its goal of turning the US into a kind of European satellite nation and prevents us from committing to the kind of difficult, long-term projects that may just affect the kind of change necessary to stave of an otherwise inevitable worldwide conflagration brought about by an emboldened and resolute Islamism.

And I’m just not ready to live with that.


It’s still gonna cost you fifty bucks. Take it or leave it.

The curtain falls

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