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Two chicks at once.
Regarding Duh Aficionado Magazine: Tim James, Nominee For Governor Of Alabama, Is An Asshole--

A) I'm sayin'!
B) I love that he has a plantation accent like my own. It makes "[T]his is Alabama--we speak English" so much more compelling, especially since increasingly fewer people speak English exactly like us.
C) Alabama is not an English word.
D) The driver's license exam is offered in so many languages to meet standards for federal funding. If Alabama did not comply with the standards, it would lose money, not save it.
E) "Does it to you?"
F) Why is there a businessman in him?

I don't know why I decided to go to a tea party. I needed to go to the library anyway and I'd be passing by the courthouse (where the tea party was held), so I thought I'd check it out as I went by. The Facebook group for the local branch had 9 people RSVP-ing "yes" to attending, so I wasn't expecting that many people to be there...and they weren't. I'd estimate about 100 or so, at any given time. That's why I was surprised to see that the local paper said 600 were there. I'd find it interesting to learn that there is enough parking downtown to support that number of people, especially since the party started at 4PM.

Clean cups! Change seats! )

*Is he holding an uprooted tree? What is going on?
Meg at 2Birds1Blog has not been thrilled with Meghan McCain since the latter was rude about DC. Things didn't improve when the Blogette blocked the Bird on Twitter.

I've mostly been Switzerland in this, but how do you think I feel about the fact that McCain thinks her age excuses her from knowing about things that happened before she was born?



Hint: It's not favorable.

Meghan, Meghan, Meghan. Regularly, when I tell people that I'm studying history, I hear the same thing, "Ugh, I hate history." While this annoys me ("Oh, yeah? Well, I hate the thing you care about!"), I can understand why people feel that way. A lot of times, history education misses the mark. Too much emphasis is put on rote memorization of dates and names and not enough emphasis on the fact that history is just a story--the ever-changing story of us and our world. The dates and names are important, but they're abstract concepts to describe the real people and the real actions they undertook. But maybe she's right. Maybe we don't need to know about things that happened before we were born. Maybe we don't need to know about the group of men who risked their lives to form a new kind of government. Maybe we don't need to know what happened in France when they tried. Maybe we don't need to know about Gettysburg or Hoovervilles or Midway or you know, maybe we don't need to know about this:



If you're going to present yourself as the new face of anything in politics, you need to cut the shit--yes, even the shit you're getting for appearing on lib'rul programs--and get yourself educated. You don't even have to do the hard research! Knowing about Reagan's time in office should not be the advanced knowledge! It really wasn't that long ago!

Look, you have some good ideas (like everything re: Ann Coulter), but no one is going to take you seriously if you tee-hee about how ignorant you are. As one youtube commenter said, "You waived that defense when you decided you were knowledgeable enough to step in the ring with the big dogs." And just look across the table--there's Katty Kay, who somehow manages to be a beautiful [blonde] woman and to know what she's talking about. I know, it's a struggle.

In other news, how hard do I love Paul Begala, that "mean man"? So hard.
Americanos, better know your new administration, photographed by Annie Liebovitz. (EDIT: And here's the Times version.)

EDIT 2: I almost forgot, I heard something today about how Artur Davis (in the Times gallery and also the only Alabama representative to vote yes on the Lilly act) will announce his interest in running for governor Friday. Sweeeet, lemme get my checkbook.

Let Us Now Set Aside Childish Things: George Packer hears the President America deserves. He says that we always get the one we deserve, too. That's a disquieting thought no matter where your politics stand, but it puts me in mind of Randy Newman's "A Few Words In Defense Of Our Country":

Now we don’t want your love
And respect at this point is pretty much out of the question
But in times like these
We sure could use a friend

Or maybe I've just had too many bombs.

I have to talk about politics right now, because otherwise I'd have to talk about the bowline I've made of my romantic life. And I don't wanna. Oh, I could talk about movies. I started watching Blindness but something told me to stop. I just got the feeling that I didn't want to see how it played out. Ebert called it "unendurable" and I spoilered myself, so I know I made the right decision. Instead, I watched Miracle At St. Anna, which could have used a lot of editing but overall, was heartbreaking and lovely. Whatever, I am tender.

Now I'm going to read too little into Twitter updates. Oh, did you see the Simpsonized Wire?
The other day I went to weed my spinach (I'm actually growing it in a flower bed; I don't know if I've made that clear before) when I saw a familiar shell:

Sadly not the silliest thing I've ever done... )

And now to completely shift gears, a collection of Rahmlinks:

I love Fake Rahm Emanuel ("So Fox News claims that the President and First Lady enjoy frequent fisting. And I thought I had a lot of access.") almost as much as real Rahm Emanuel (This is someone who once wrote in Campaign and Elections magazine that "the untainted Republican has not yet been invented" and who two years ago - according to a book about Emanuel ("The Thumpin"' by Naftali Bendavid) - announced to his staff that Republicans are "bad people who deserve a two-by-four upside their heads.")

Time.com's An Enforcer Named Emanuel

People In Washington Need To Get Over Themselves And Their Jackets: "That's right. The only guy in a suit jacket is the one most likely to go tell you to go fuck yourself." Or, in the absence of substance, "pundits" will grasp at straws to find something to criticize. ("Becky, look at her butt.")

Obama's Partisan, Profane Confidant Reins It In

Other stuff:

First, Time.com--you've got to watch your embedded links for tact. I was reading the story Iowa: What Happens When A Town Implodes and this section was jarring, to say the least: "I am very sad and worried," says Irma Lopez, 28, a former Agriprocessors worker who remains in limbo with her young daughter while her husband is back in Guatemala, one of many arrested workers deported in October after serving five months in prison. "I worked since I was 8 years old, and now I feel worthless. I can work, but I'm not allowed to." (See pictures of an Iowa steak fry.)

A ridiculously adorable six-year-old gets the best surprise ever on his birthday. That last line...gah, I think I've got something on my contact. Also heart-stoppingly adorable: The late Jane Burton's kitty photos. Don't even try to resist.


President Barack Obama signs the Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act into law, 29 January 2009.

How did your representatives vote?

Senate
House

Yay, Artur Davis! Go fall on something, everyone else.

(And then right after this picture was taken, Sen. Leahy was all, "We're not intimidated by thugs.")
Great movie or greatest movie?

I am staying home well from school today. I have a lot of movies to watch! Uh, I also have to get some sleep. Back to movies, I saw The Wrestler and it was wonderful--the last scene made me gasp. I am still rolling Lakeview Terrace around in my head.

I still love this fucking President.

Read more... )

Skip to 6:18 and let the love wash over you.

Speaking of, I finally got a chance to listen to Fall Out Boy's Folie a Deux all the way through and yay, I really like it. I was mainly putting it off because I was afraid I wouldn't love it like I loved Infinity on High, but I'm really getting into it, especially "Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes" and "[Coffee's for Closers]." I guess I'm a sucker for Chicago boys telling me, "Change will come." And then they're telling me:

The man who would be king goes to the
desert to sing war his dad rehearsed
came back with flags on coffins and said
we won, oh, we won

And I remember again he's gone. He's gone.

Sadie, on the other hand, loves "Viva La Vida." I started singing it to her one day* and she was rapt. I sang it to her the other day when she was having a bottle and every time I would sing, she would stop drinking and stare at me. I tested other songs but they didn't have that reaction. I don't know what she likes about it--maybe she's a Crusades nerd. Maybe it's the "whoa oh oh ohhhhh"s. Here is our second favorite version, courtesy of the kids at PS 22 in NYC:



These kids are killing me!

Now I gotta go--my patch of sidewalk ain't gonna stand on itself!

*Me: Shattered windows and the sound of drums...
My mom: *eyebrow raise*
Me: I don't know a lot of kid-appropriate songs.
Of course, there is another reason why Justice Roberts could have flubbed the oath (and as someone with an inner pedant, if this is the case, then Mr. Roberts...you are not alone).

Mainly I link to that column for this paragraph, in which I love the contrast between what the paragraph says and how it says it: Language pedants hew to an oral tradition of shibboleths that have no basis in logic or style, that have been defied by great writers for centuries, and that have been disavowed by every thoughtful usage manual. Nonetheless, they refuse to go away, perpetuated by the Gotcha! Gang and meekly obeyed by insecure writers.

ilu, language.

I thought this photo was a 'shoop and I was too dumb to get the joke, but then I realized that it was real and I got that shiver of excitement I'm still getting every time it hits me again. See also: http://www.whitehouse.gov/president/

The other day, someone at work felt so helped by me that they left me something. Something in the form of two Chick tracts. Advance report: They are horrawesome.

Now I'm going to head off to class, for one hour of discussion where the class is well-informed and the discussion is interesting and enjoyable. Theeeen, one hour of class where the class can't answer a single basic American history question. But thanks, W! Before I go, I was doing some readings last night on the 1877 Compromise and I found this editorial cartoon:



Note the inscription on the dress's ruffles. Oh South, you whore.
Links that have made me laugh recently:

Two Straight Boys Explore the Intricacies of Grind Dancing Together: "This is soooo appropriate right now."

And now... every "Extreme horror" story ever written: Begin to scream.

I love Josh Brolin: "Josh Brahlin," he drawled when he took the podium at the National Board of Review awards ceremony, mimicking host Whoopi Goldberg's mispronunciation of his name. "That's how fucking famous I am... I just whispered in her ear, I said, 'What the fuck is the matter with you?' And she goes, 'I don't know. I'm high.'"

Fuck Yeah Ryan Gosling: I think I'm giving you the biggest hug ever.

Fuck You Penguin: I know I've posted this site before, but the funny has dramatically increased in the wake of FUP losing a Weblog Award. A personal favorite at the moment. Relevant to my interests: baby pandas.

7 Badass Animals Presidents Have Kept As Pets: The Brent Spiner lookalike was able to acquire a couple of grizzly bear cubs which he promptly sent to President Jefferson as either a gift or an assassination attempt.

Speaking of the love of my historical life, I've been reading my Christmas presents and I learned something interesting already. I knew that after the British burned down the Library of Congress, Jefferson sold his entire personal library to the federal government below cost to start the restocking (almost 6500 books). What I didn't know is that he was so offended by the destruction that he suggested hiring goons to burn down a few British buildings in retaliation. Wait, did I say "a few"? "Our present enemy will have the sea to herself, while we shall be equally predominant at land, and shall strip her of all her possessions on this continent. She may burn New York, indeed, by her ships and congreve rockets, in which case we must burn the city of London by hired incendiaries, of which her starving manufacturers will furnish abundance." Whoa. He let his rage go, though, out of loyalty to James Madison. And this has been Salomé is a giant history nerd.

Other links I have enjoyed:

HRC on the subject of female empowerment: "If half the world's population remains vulnerable to economic, political, legal and social marginalization, our hope of advancing democracy and prosperity is in serious jeopardy. The United States must be an unequivocal and unwavering voice in support of women's rights in every country, on every continent." I had to smoke a cigarette after watching that.

Speaking of politics, Mr. Stewart has been on point lately. "You didn't need to--you sold ours." Hang on, I need another cigarette. Anyway, like I told Tanis, I really want some lemon cookies right now it feels very Frost/Nixon: "I'd like to give Richard Nixon the trial he never had." Oh, if only. However, I was reminded earlier that we are now in the last 100 hours of GWB, so praise the Lord and pass the ammunition. By the way, don't miss the collection of Jon's impressions of Bush.

PEBO had dinner with George Will, Charles Krauthammer, Bill Kristol AND David Brooks?! Oh, good Lord.

ETA: Chocolate in my peanut butter, pandas in my politics: DC Pandas Celebrate Inauguration With Early Orgy.
wolfpangs: (made a swiveling chair--now I nap)
David Rees started writing "Get Your War On," his politically-related comic strip after September 11th. He vowed to stop producing it if Bush lost the 2004 election. That, of course, didn't happen. It started appearing in Rolling Stone in 2003 and each strip was a fresh bit of "I know, right?!" that kept my liberal heart warm. It may or may not have influenced me to add a special note to my living will.

Now with the results of the election, Rees is ending the strip. Here is the last one. Please enjoy the fine quality of that scan from an issue of Rolling Stone that I accidentally dropped in the bathtub. I'm a curator.

What will Rees do now? "I'm thinking about joining the professional shoe-thrower's circuit. I'm a size 11," he tells Rolling Stone. Speaking of dissent, don't miss Shepard Smith's hilarious mocking of the live feed of embattled Illinois governor Rod Blagojevich's press conference:



♥♥♥
1) There are many great pieces out there about the election and its aftermath, but my favorite may be Kobe Bryant Scores 25 In Holy Shit We Elected A Black President.

My second favorite being Wil Wheaton's "...or else we didn't win anything at all": “I guess we’re supposed to be gracious in victory,” I said, “but I’m profoundly offended to hear ‘we need to look forward and not backward’ and ‘we need to stop being so partisan’ from the very same fucking motherfuckers who have been telling us that we hate our country and love terrorists for the last eight years? These are the same people who worked really hard to make sure that I and everyone who didn’t agree with their blind support of Bush and Bush policies didn’t feel welcome in our own fucking country for eight years!”

I looked down at my hands, which had involuntarily clenched into fists. I felt a frightening and unexpected, uncharacteristic fury rise in my chest.

“I want to grab these people by the throat and scream at them ‘HOW DO YOU LIKE IT FUCKER?! YOU LOST! YOU FAIL! YOU GO HOME NOW!’”

2) Speaking of Wil, this might be my favorite Tweet ever-- True story: Keith Coogan and I went to a Dead Milkmen show when we shot Toy Soldiers in Charlottesville, Virginia. King Missile opened.

3) MST3K is TWENTY YEARS OLD how did this happen.

And where is Keith Coogan? Breaking: Don't Tell Mom... is not on instant Netflix, but Toy Soldiers is. This movie is so deliciously 80s.

4) After my last Secret Senator Crush went rogue and then totally fucking insane, I had to pick a replacement. I pulled out a longtime favorite who, bonus--is already totally fucking insane. Senator and soon-to-be Chief of Staff Emanuel, I love you Rahm time. See also: Rahm Facts for a let-me-count-the-ways of his majesty. Yes, they include my favorite Rahm fact: the steak knife story.

Now that we're reminiscing about the Clinton White House, I have to say that Erskine Bowles is a great name.

5) Simultaneous thoughts my sister and I had at Wal-Mart Tuesday:

My sister: That looks like Salome's head.
Me: Why is that angry girl with the baby staring at me?

...

I will write about my NY adventures later. I have to prepare a powerpoint on compost heaps and be glad that this semester is almost over. I really hope I pass this math class and then never take algebra again ever.
Vicanadious: adj. experienced or realized by Canadians through imaginative or sympathetic participation in the experience of residents of another country.

EX: I had a lot of vicanadious voting help yesterday.
A snippet of an oddly familiar political debate, featuring noted politicians the Penguin and the Batman.


1) Note: I wrote this first item Monday morning and whadya know, it's like I'm prescient. Just ask cautionary whale Rush Limbaugh! Or don't.

It's going to be interesting to see the lengths people will go to in the next two weeks to try to discredit Colin Powell. Oh and you know they will. I would like to think that there will be adult, nuanced disagreements but as it happens, I've been to this rodeo before. I believe it'll likely be more like Chris Rock's description of the media treatment of voters' races:



"Well, they black, he black--I guess that's why."

2) In other news of my telepathy, when I heard that story about the McCain volunteer that was supposedly assaulted by a politically-minded mugger who carved a B into her cheek, my immediate response was, "Well, that's not true." I didn't have any reasoning behind it--I just knew it. Later, I actually thought about it and had these thoughts:

First of all, a mugger usually wants to rip and run. They don't want to hang around for afternoon tea. Second of all, the picture of her face. I don't know much about black eyes, so the comments about the swelling or lack thereof didn't mean much to me. The B is backwards. In addition, it's superficial and very neat. Now some people suggested that the mugger could have had the woman on the ground with her head upside down between his knees but again, that seemed like an awful lot of trouble to go through--time, public location, etc. I was also wondering, what did he do it with? None of the reports I read seemed to mention that. Now combine that with her refusal to seek medical treatment, which even Michelle Malkin found fishy. Get tetanus or die trying is MY game, missy (see also: below). Then, there were her Twitter updates. 12AM: Oh my gosh, you guys, I sure am in a black dangerous neighborhood*. 3AM: Wow, bummer night, dudes. [I'm being facetious, obviously, but this is not that far off from her real posts.]

Taking all these thoughts into account, the weapon became obvious. She was assaulted with Occam's razor. Of course, I wasn't the only one who came to the same conclusion so I'm sure I'm not the only one who found the latest updates unsurprising: Campaign Volunteer Faces Charges In Attack Hoax. A couple years ago, I was watching a program on Susan Smith and one of the men that interviewed her said that he was knew she was lying because of the way she told her story. Truth-tellers get all the facts out at the beginning until the story tapers down, whereas liars start with the taper and then ramp up to all the details. I was mugged, I was mugged and he didn't like my bumper sticker so he beat me and he carved my face, I was mugged and he didn't like my bumper sticker so he beat me and he carved my face while sitting on my chest, I was mugged and he didn't like my bumper sticker so he beat me and he carved my face while sitting on my chest and he groped me.

Mike Luckovich of the Atlanta Journal-Constitution won the 1995 Pulitzer Prize for his editorial cartooning. This one was a reference to Susan Smith:



Thirteen years ago.

3) Today I received a bill from the physician who treated me last month. Now, we're confused as to why we're being billed a third time (I received a second bill about a week ago), when we gave a credit card at the hospital the morning I was there. However, this bill features an interesting line item. See if you can pick it out.

Apparently, I get the honor of paying $54 because the doctor said, "You shouldn't smoke--smoking is bad, mmkay?"

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

*And comments from locals say that this wasn't a dangerous neighborhood and the street level ATM gets many passersby.


Nonpolitic:

In cleaning out my new bedroom, it hasn't all been bleeding arteries. I found this wee pillow when I was cleaning out the closet and it's pretty much awesome:



I got the staples taken out about a week ago and that was great. The wound had pretty much healed but the staples were pulling divots in my skin. Now the trashcan in my bathroom no longer looks like I share a place with Anton Chigurh.
Reminder: voter registration deadlines are coming up soon in many states.



State by state voter laws

God, November is going to be such a busy month for me. The election, probable NYC trip, Norm MacDonald (oh yeah, I am), etc.
My mother was born before women could vote. But in this election my daughter got to vote for her mother for president.

Yeeees.




I wish I had a dainty Obama cami like my Blythecon.

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