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C U Soon.
I know you’re out there
You’re in hiding
And you hold your meetings
We can hear you coming
We know what you’re after
We’re wise to you this time
We won’t let you kill the laughter.
– from the Red Rider LP “As Far As Siam”
I didn’t blog yesterday because I was morally disgusted.
I who believe in nuance, who have actually lived in the real world, and who still has a moral compass — no matter what you might have heard — am simply flabbergasted watching the “Party of Super-Morality”™, a party addicted to simplistic black and white answers to simple black and white questions, a party that’s consistently run on a “law and order” platform, who brooks no questioning of their Utter Morality, purity, and “Christian” values suddenly finds itself faced with the simple proposition: what do you do about torturers in the USA? Continue reading
I’ve written about this in several places before.
Now, with the big brouhaha about Jane Harmon and a leaked NSA wiretap of a conversation that is coming out in dribs and drabs, I think that anyone with a brain realizes that this is about blackmail and infighting among the elite in the intelligence/governmental spookery community.
“anyone with a brain” evidently leaves out a huge demographic. OK, here’s moi from: Continue reading
This is part four of a trilogy: Just some media odds and ends to clear up about the teabagger coverage.
As noted here yesterday, the debate is not what’s won or lost, you win the DEBATE about the debate — in Albuquerque’s case, the ‘debate’ about turnout.
The Mad Profit of the Airwaves
part iii, “The War of Southern Regression.” or, “Many are Galled, Few are Brazen.”
[Our Story so far ... having discovered Injun Joe's secret stash cave, Tom and Becky move through the stygian darkness, finally coming to the exit from the caverns, and implicitly bonding in the process. Bullwinkle T. Moose of Frostbite Falls, Minnesota is showing his friend, Rocket J. Squirrel how to perform a classic of stage magic, and notes that he has nothing up his sleeve. Meanwhile, Klingon raiders have secretly overpowered and now control one of the lunar defense bases ...]
iii. switching the bait
Limbaugh had to defend the constructed reality of the Rushosphere, which he did rather elegantly. You see, the Limbaughs and sophists (if that’s not redundant) of this world realized something important about the political debates, perhaps most noticeably in presidential debates of the past several years.
The debate is not won or lost during the debate; the debate is won or lost during the DEBATE about the debate. In this case, turnout figures. Continue reading
Our Story So Far …
In yesterday’s thrilling installment, we watched the Dark Lord begin to marshal his forces in the Land of Mordor (where the shadows lie). In today’s installment, our hero, Rex T. Lizardo, Surgical Podiatrist, ventures further into the uncharted lands of the “Tea Baggers.” He encounters their chieftan:
ii. the limits of moronicism
“Have you ever seen that movie, Idiocracy?” Rush Limbaugh inveighed at his audience on the morning of April 16. Continue reading
I’m not going to pull any punches: what I’ve seen today hasn’t been remotely paralleled in my lifetime. I can’t help but think of how there were hundreds of thousands in the streets for anti-war rallies and marches, and the selfsame networks that are giving massive coverage to the “teabaggers” and their “protests” of “higher taxes” (on the day that tax cuts take place for 90% of them) turned a blind eye, nay, PURPOSELY suppressed any coverage or mention of the anti-war protests.
i. patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel
If a protester gets beaten by thugs and no camera is there, does it make a splatter? Continue reading
Guest Blogger, John Keats:
O SOFT embalmer of the still midnight!
Shutting with careful fingers and benign
Our gloom-pleased eyes, embower’d from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine;
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close,
In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,
Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities;
Then save me, or the passèd day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;
Save me from curious conscience, that still lords
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oilèd wards,
And seal the hushèd casket of my soul.
We start with Stephen Moore — recently on a lot of talking heads shows, including Hardball with Chris Matthews yesterday. (Rather than tear out my hair, I drew him, instead. S’OK, Dave?)
Now, old Stevie, who now writes for the Murdoch Street Journal, was yammering insistently that the whole “Tea Bag” movement was “grass roots” and literally filibustering his spot, just as he did on Bill Maher’s HBO Real Time every time he appeared on it. (It appears that the verbal equivalent of a body check in hockey is the preferred debate tactic of the new GOP, but then, what’s different from the past 30 years, say?) Continue reading
I wrote this piece — presciently, it turns out — 1,368 days, or 3.7479 years ago.
Eerily, it was in 2005, which is important in what is to come* … [ *NOTE: use above link in Firefox, etc. The link below only works in Internet Explorer. Go figure. And, due to Blogger.com's odd proclivities, you'll have to scroll down past the Valerie Plame 'outing' posts, etc.]
Wednesday, July 13, 2005 THE ANTI-TAREYTON or, I’D RATHER SWITCH THAN FIGHT “I’m not a real cowboy, but I’m one hell of a stud!” — Joe Buck (John Voight), MIDNIGHT COWBOY (1969) Sometime during the night, it stuck in the forebrain that if we keep on down the oily path to petro-wars, we’re headed for an inevitable confrontation with China. Continue reading
It’s “Where the Heck is Jesus?” Saturday, His one day off all year. So, here’s a fun crucifixion story from long ago, to tide you over until you can decapitate your chocolate Easter bunny.
From the estimable and highly recommended website Livius, Articles on Ancient History, a little tale from history of pirates, perhaps refracted in the New Testament verse: “Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s, and unto God that which is God’s.” [Matthew 22:21]
In 75, Julius Caesar was captured by Cilician pirates, who infested the Mediterranean sea. The Romans had never sent a navy against them, Continue reading
Good Friday Guest Blogger TOMM:
The silly nonsense about President Obama’s birth certificate emanating from whiny wingnuts reached its apotheosis when freshman congresscritter Bill Posey (R, of course, FL) introduced a bill to demand that all future presidential candidates submit a birth certificate when qualifying to run. So far that bill has received no co-sponsors even from any of the more addled members of his own party, but it has resulted in much mockery from the hosts of late-night comedy shows. One jibe from Stephen Colbert seems to have gotten under his skin more than the rest: Continue reading