Ms. Annette Lert, a roused reader from the Willamette Valley of far-away and mysterious Oregon writes (names and addresses changed to protect anonymity):
This is part two of “Sexy Gums and Reptile Brains,” published yesterday … 155 minutes ago. It’s a lot shorter and you really OUGHT to read it first, or this may make significantly less sense to you. Like a good joke, the punchline requires a setup. Otherwise just reciting the punchline, like, say, “That ain’t my finger either” doesn’t really communicate the joke.
ii. Karl Rove, GOP Lizard
Mehlman’s leadership positions in the GOP came at a time when the party was stepping up its anti-gay activities — such as the distribution in West Virginia in 2006 of literature linking homosexuality to atheism, or the less-than-subtle, coded language in the party’s platform (“Attempts to redefine marriage in a single state or city could have serious consequences throughout the country…”). Mehlman said at the time that he could not, as an individual Republican, go against the party consensus. He was aware that Karl Rove, President Bush’s chief strategic adviser, had been working with Republicans to make sure that anti-gay initiatives and referenda would appear on November ballots in 2004 and 2006 to help Republicans.
Welcome to Hate Saturday.
Keith Olbermann beat me to the punch Thursday night. He stated the thesis that I’d been chewing over for the past couple of weeks. But that’s the way I write: until I have the puzzle pieces, I won’t set it on paper or pixel; as though my subconscious is waiting for some crucial threshold before it will release the “hold” on my essay. Only then can I write.
I don’t argue with it. My inner editor has a long track record of impeccable timing. I was waiting for a missing piece. And then, there it was.
Ironically, it was in the same Olbermann broadcast that the key piece was contained, although the dots were not connected on the broadcast.
Simply put, this grand conflation of Obama=Black Radical=Black Panther=Black Muslim=Muslim=Terrorist=Communist=Socialist, ad nauseum is an intentional tactic, aimed at the reptile brain, which is indisputably coming from the clot around Karl Rove, who is acting as “consultant” to one of the GOP power claques on this election. And his bloody fingerprints are all over it.
i. The Reptile Brain Continue reading
Yesterday was one of the last primary Tuesdays in the 2010 cycle. And, in Alaska, Incumbent GOP Senator Lisa Murkowsky is losing by a slim margin to Joe Miller, supported by the infamous Tea Party Express out of Sal Russo’s political business/shop in Sacramento, California.
Alaska ‘Neath The Smog
But that’s not the juicy story. The juicy story has never gained national traction, although it really ought to. The Juicy Story was the ongoing tale of Ballot Measure 1, the “Anti-Corruption” measure.
It lost by a decisive margin, about 62.5% to 37.5% — which is why it will fade from public consciousness. Did you know, for instance, that earlier in August, the investigating body from the State of Alaska proposed a $339,650 fine on Alaskans for Open Government, the backing organization for Clean Team Alaska who officially sponsored Ballot Measure 1? That that fine was levied because Americans for Limited Government, the organization BACKING that backing organization, refused to reveal who was backing THEM?
That the entire gang who’d put the measure on Alaska’s August primary ballot walked away from over $800,00 spent on the ballot measure, RATHER than reveal who had actually provided that money? Tell me that this story doesn’t deserve wider attention. Continue reading
Lot of breaking stories, fulminating. So, here’s the Tuesday funny pages.
The final portion of the “Who’s Funding Tucker Carlson’s Daily Caller” series will wait another nonce. In the meantime, I’ve been moving furniture all day, so instead, here’s “How I Spent My Summer Vacation” Part II. All but the last one are from California.
Cedar Pass into “Surprise Valley”
It is curious that physical courage should
be so common in the world and moral
courage so rare. ~ Mark Twain
Ku Klux Klan parade, Washington D.C. 1925
It used to seem impossible that this could have happened the
first time. Now it seems entirely possible it could happen again.
Si Si Kleagle.
It is perhaps a defining irony of the moment that as the bigotry, the racism, the sexism, ageism, xenophobia and other hatreds of “the other” have increased exponentially in volume and virulence, those self-same bigots have increasingly given themselves a pass on the issue. Continue reading
Today’s guest blogger is Samuel Langhorne Clemens, better known by his pen name, a sobriquet from his river boat days, which meant “two fathoms” or deep enough for a paddle-wheeler to navigate the Mississippi. To put this in context, think of the ball as the “red carpet” for the nineteenth century equivalent of the paparazzi: the local newspaper reporter. Continue reading
This could just as easily be entitled “Mosque” is the new “N***r.” Or, “Exoneration” does not equal “Hung Jury.” [Note, this was originally entitled "The First Amendment for Bigots" but the current title seems more apropos.]
Dr. Laura in her salad days
The confluence of Dr. Laura Schlessinger’s N-word rant (but more disturbingly, the clueless, racist underlying comments justifying the use) and the “Ground Zero Mosque,” and the “Blago Skates on 23 Counts” is simply stunning in its stupidity, its cupidity and its ignorance-as-evil. It paints a stunning picture of the grotesqueries of the Ugly American.
Warning: We’re about to drop into a rabbit hole, but there’s no way to tell this story without putting it into proper context, and I can just about guarantee that, with few exceptions, you haven’t ever heard all of this before.
Middlefield, Ohio Amish buggies
It took me a couple of days to realize WHEN the modern American Christian schism began in earnest. Its traceries reach back to the turn of the Twentieth Century, when the Scofield Reference Bible became a staple reference work for American Protestant ministers and laymen. And before that to the Plymouth Brethren.
The Famous Mr. Ed was a talking horse, but he did not sing his theme song:
People yakety yak the street and waste your time of day/
But Mr. Ed will never speak unless he has something to say.
Mr. Ed is at left, in case you were wondering
The next installment in the Foster Friess/Tucker Carlson story is in the works, but not until tomorrow at the earliest.