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The Great Unraveling: Losing Our Way in the New Century by Paul Krugman has generated the first really intriguing review to come out of Powell's review-a-day service. In Michael Moore's Dude, Where's My Country, the author consistently refers to George W. as "Mr. Bush," instead of "President Bush." I thought this was an effective, but childish way to underline the questionable method through which the he entered into power. After reading this quote:
Using Napoleon as a case study, the author analyzes how a "revolutionary power" goes about overturning a stable political system. In short, the revolutionary power rejects the legitimacy of the system in power, but instead of stating this openly to a fickle public, the "revolutionary power" maintains a public façade of support for the current system, while all the while working under the table to undermine it, only coming clean once the change has become irreversible.
I got the shakes for a little bit.

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