I just ran into this really weird movie called "Idiocracy" on Comedy Central.

It's crude, but slyly funny. It's only the first commercial, and I'm already in hysterics!

Older DUers: Remember this one?

Look at all my trials and tribulations
Sinking in a gentle pool of wine
Don't disturb me now, I can see the answers
Till this evening is this morning life is fine

Always hoped that I'd be an apostle
Knew that I could make it if I tried
Then when we retire we can write the gospels
So they'll still talk about us when we've died

We are broke. We are tapped out.

We cannot afford a war with Syria or anybody else. It's that simple.

ETA: Ed Schultz just did a segment about the dire situation in Detroit. Is anybody seriously suggesting that we can afford yet another war when we have a once-thriving American city that looks like this? And Detroit is not the only one.

Look what stopped a NYC subway!

OK, so there's this guy on H2, calls himself a moonshiner, but he has a licensed still.

Isn't that kind of missing the point?

Don't forget, everybody: Sympathy fast food boycott today!

I know many of you don't eat the stuff anyway, but the big day is here. I hope it is a stunning success!

I am reading "New York" by Edward Rutherford. I an into something that absolutely shocked me.

In the chapter I'm reading, set just before 9/11, Gorham Master, a character from an old-money family, lives in an exclusive co-op building. He is wealthy, but not extremely so. Now an acquaintance, an OB/GYN by the name of Caruso who had delivered all three of Master's children, wants to buy a unit in the building that has come onto the market. From previous chapters, we know that Caruso is from an Italian family that started out dirt poor on the Lower East Side, and the one ancestor, a great-aunt as I recall, even died in the Triangle Shirtwaist factory fire.The president of the co-op board, Vorpal, was opposed. When Master protests that Caruso's financials were just fine, which they were, the board president said that Caruso's "social references," whatever those are, were not good enough, and that they should hold out for someone who has assets of at least five times the value of the unit -- in other words, $25 million . Master angrily says that he himself doesn't have that much in assets, and yet he is there. He also asks Vorpal if he has that much . "But you're old money," says Vorpal. "We like that."

I had only vaguely known how co-ops like this worked. I don't think we have any buildings like this around here. This is just insane to me. How are you supposed to sell a unit under circumstances like this? Just another way the super rich protect themselves from the rest of us, even in the cramped quarters of Manhattan.

Watching "The Ed Show" right now.

God, have missed him. Compared to him, Rachel Maddow is smart and funny but kind of pedentic and Chris Hayes is just boring. We needed Ed on weekdays!

Bombing for peace is like destroying a village in order to save it.

To paraphrase Han Solo, I have a bad feeling about Syria.

"The turkey and champagne on the table are very cheap . . .

"We paid for them!" -- banner photographed on Thanksgiving Day, 1884, carried by a worker participating in the march on Prairie Avenue in Chicago, where the mansions of the one-percent of the day stood. They marched up and down the street, ringing the doorbells. For some reason, no one answered.

At least these workers had the right idea.