Saturday, February 13, 2016
Friday, February 12, 2016
The Patriots
The pinnacle of historical esteem is when people write songs about you and your exploits. I guess there's some kind of opposite thing happening when they do it as satire(?)
The Ballad Of The Malheur Patriots --Laura Sams and Garrett Palm
The Ballad Of The Malheur Patriots --Laura Sams and Garrett Palm
hat tip = Little Green Footballs
Today's Tweet
Guests on Diane Rehm show talking about “enormity” of support for Trump. Hope they’re using the word on purpose.— James Fallows (@JamesFallows) February 12, 2016
It takes a writer like Fallows to see the "enormity" of the problem and then express it in fewer words rather than more.
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Goober Squad Update
The last of the militia schmucks in Oregon gave it up today and surrendered to the FBI.
So, of course, I had to bop over to Fox Nation to check on the reactions of the Guano Clan - and also too because trolling those mush-brains is just too damned fun.
Today's best troll comment:
So, of course, I had to bop over to Fox Nation to check on the reactions of the Guano Clan - and also too because trolling those mush-brains is just too damned fun.
Today's best troll comment:
And Then There Were 7
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Today's WIngnut
Some of these wackos are giving wackos a bad name.
The Purge for Purity is just plain silly if you're concluding that a rapacious privatizing rent-seeking asshole like Paul Ryan doesn't quite measure up to your Assholery Specifications.
pic.twitter.com/pDe3mp1bef. Saturday stuff!— Doc Cooper, HM3 (@CMark1950) February 6, 2016
The Purge for Purity is just plain silly if you're concluding that a rapacious privatizing rent-seeking asshole like Paul Ryan doesn't quite measure up to your Assholery Specifications.
Tuesday, February 09, 2016
Gotta Go Back To Cable
TBS premiered Samantha Bee's new show - Full Frontal - last night and, of course, I'd forgotten all about it.
Here's a great clip that's great just for including the line describing Donald Trump as "an oddly tinted collection of psychiatric symptoms". You can't not like that shit.
Here's a great clip that's great just for including the line describing Donald Trump as "an oddly tinted collection of psychiatric symptoms". You can't not like that shit.
More Bey
Mr Giuliani seems to think speaking the truth isn't wholesome. He's saying having an opinion, stating an opinion, and defending that opinion is OK but only in places and/or circumstances prescribed by - who exactly? The masters? The Ruling Class? Some blobby "majority" or "the American people"? It's always some vaguely-defined image of an America that can be changed to fit whatever narrative they're flacking right now, but it always always always comes down to inviting the inference of a kindly white hegemony in a soft-focus past where all the black people were the good kind of black people who knew how lucky they were to spend their lives cleaning our toilets and then conveniently dying with nothing to show for it - long before we had to think maybe we should pay them back for any of it.
The authoritarian mindset is always trying to tell everybody to shut up; get with the program; and don't say or do anything that might make anybody feel uncomfortable with the way the boss needs people to believe things are. And one of the main tools is Divide-n-Conquer. They work hard to pit us against each other to make sure we go on paying their rent, while looking for any opportunity to point and say, (eg) "Hey, look - Beyonce is being divisive".
They talk "Unity", but if you make any attempt to get people together, they'll be happy you've given them another chance to slag you by saying you're the one "tearing this country apart".
We're being fucked with like we've got tails.
Today's Tweet
Neat nudge to stop public urinating in Czech republic via @brilliantads pic.twitter.com/QNHN3GslBh— richard shotton (@rshotton) February 6, 2016
Monday, February 08, 2016
Ends In A Tie
Some more or less random thinking on the day after Super Bowl.
So yesterday was the 50th Annual Billionaires' Bash-a-Rama, nestled in the snuggly warmth of Silicon Valley's mega-bucks party in the richest city in USAmerica Inc.
OK, I'll see that bet and I'll raise ya Black History Month, plus the 50th anniversary of Huey and Bobby starting the Black Panther Party (in the Bay Area BTW).
In a game featuring (mostly) black guys, where the Most Valuable Game's Most Valuable Player is a black guy, didn't anybody think it was little weird how the guy nobody could stop talking about was a washed-up white-dude quarterback who played like he had a coupla strands of linguini floppin' around where his throwin' arm's supposed to be?
One more tidbit - the Broncos Defense has 25 guys listed on the depth chart. 24 of 'em are black. Black men brought that trophy home to you, Denver. I don't know what that means, if it means anything at all, but a little acknowledgement on that one wouldn't be outa line. Maybe that's all Beyoncé was trying to say.
Anyway, my Donkeys won, and I'm a happy guy right now, and I can make a decision on whether or not I stay with this football thing later. Time for another drink.
So yesterday was the 50th Annual Billionaires' Bash-a-Rama, nestled in the snuggly warmth of Silicon Valley's mega-bucks party in the richest city in USAmerica Inc.
OK, I'll see that bet and I'll raise ya Black History Month, plus the 50th anniversary of Huey and Bobby starting the Black Panther Party (in the Bay Area BTW).
(still don't know why the sound was so lousy - either an engineer forgot to flip a switch or CBS was playin' it a little too cool and the whole thing had to go thru one guy's panel so he could pull the plug in case there was a Wardrobe Malfunction situation - you noticed Justin and Janet were absent from the retrospective, right?)
Was Bey kicking the beast from the inside, trying to give somebody a signal of some sort? Is it "disrespectful" that she'd do that at the Super Bowl? Or is it insulting to our intelligence, and/or more than a little ironic that a creature of "the system" is working hard to convince us she's fighting the system? Or maybe it's just more shiny things - bread and circuses.
Any subversive worth his salt knows the dominant force loses completely if they don't win outright, and that the insurgency wins if all they do is survive to fight just one more day. So how does anybody "win" anything in this kinda shit - when it's all mashed up together like this?
In a game featuring (mostly) black guys, where the Most Valuable Game's Most Valuable Player is a black guy, didn't anybody think it was little weird how the guy nobody could stop talking about was a washed-up white-dude quarterback who played like he had a coupla strands of linguini floppin' around where his throwin' arm's supposed to be?
One more tidbit - the Broncos Defense has 25 guys listed on the depth chart. 24 of 'em are black. Black men brought that trophy home to you, Denver. I don't know what that means, if it means anything at all, but a little acknowledgement on that one wouldn't be outa line. Maybe that's all Beyoncé was trying to say.
Anyway, my Donkeys won, and I'm a happy guy right now, and I can make a decision on whether or not I stay with this football thing later. Time for another drink.
Science Monday
I'm putting this up the day before Denver loses it's record 6th Super Bowl - actually, I'm trying to put up a lotta stuff in advance, because if my Donkeys pull it off, I'm prob'ly gonna be drunk for several days.
So here's some great stuff from The Thinking Atheist:
So here's some great stuff from The Thinking Atheist:
Sunday, February 07, 2016
Sunday-Go-To-Meetin'
On Friday's podcast, Blue Gal did a Bible Bitch segment - generally too rare an occurrence IMO. I'm pretty god-hostile, but she always gives me something interesting and useful. Anyway, it centered around this Depression-era Methodist hymn:
O Young And Fearless Prophet --S Ralph Harlow, 1931
O young and fearless Prophet of ancient Galilee,
O Young And Fearless Prophet --S Ralph Harlow, 1931
O young and fearless Prophet of ancient Galilee,
Thy life is still a summons to serve humanity;
To make our thoughts and actions less prone to please the crowd,
To stand with humble courage for truth with hearts uncowed.
We marvel at the purpose that held Thee to Thy course
We marvel at the purpose that held Thee to Thy course
While ever on the hilltop before Thee loomed the cross;
Thy steadfast face set forward where love and duty shone,
While we betray so quickly and leave Thee there alone.
O help us stand unswerving against war’s bloody way,
O help us stand unswerving against war’s bloody way,
Where hate and lust and falsehood hold back Christ’s holy sway;
Forbid false love of country that blinds us to His call,
Who lifts above the nations the unity of all.
Stir up in us a protest against our greed for wealth,
Stir up in us a protest against our greed for wealth,
While others starve and hunger and plead for work and health;
Where homes with little children cry out for lack of bread,
Who live their years sore burdened beneath a gloomy dread.
Create in us the splendor that dawns when hearts are kind,
Create in us the splendor that dawns when hearts are kind,
That knows not race nor station as boundaries of the mind;
That learns to value beauty, in heart, or brain, or soul,
And longs to bind God’s children into one perfect whole.
O young and fearless Prophet, we need Thy presence here,
O young and fearless Prophet, we need Thy presence here,
Amid our pride and glory to see Thy face appear;
Once more to hear Thy challenge above our noisy day,
Again to lead us forward along God’s holy way.
And here's the podcast:
And here's the podcast:
Saturday, February 06, 2016
Senator Big Gulp's Night Out
Can't improve on this. https://t.co/elRQzYvslk— Mike Roberts (@EvilleMike) February 7, 2016
Go, Ben Go
Live TV is the best fucking thing ever.
Stop watching the debate and just keep watching this Vine of Ben Carson's entrance: https://t.co/75a51YFRP2 #gopdebate— Jim Waterson (@jimwaterson) February 7, 2016
Pretending It Doesn't Matter
It bothers me a lot that they can't play football for more than a few minutes without somebody being in need of medical attention.
Football's my game. I loved playing it. I love watching it. I get it and it gets me. It's my game. But there's something wrong with it, and I have to admit there's something wrong with it.
I just really wish I had confidence that the people who have the power to make the necessary changes will, in fact, make those changes.
hat tip = politicians are poodyheads
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