May, 2011 archive
Rapturous Studies 0
I had decided to lay off the rapture snark (I still have a couple of items waiting in the wings), but this was just too good to pass up (emphasis added):
The entire column is, in fact, quite the giggle.
Also, do the rapture math.
Liars, Damned Liars, and Republicans 0
They just can’t help themselves. From TPM:
(snip)
According to the paper, quotes referring to how Corwin will “end harmful spending” and support lower taxes are in fact from her own campaign appearances, thus putting the candidate’s words into the paper’s mouth. Local news outlet WKBW has video of the offending TV spot on its website.
Greater Wingnuttery LVI 0
Attack as a substitute for thought: it’s what one does when one is capable of the former, but not of the latter.
“People are calling her a [word for a female anatomy part], a left-wing commie, a slut and a whore. They say they hope she gets gang-raped,” said Myers’ father, Wayne Myers. “And those are some of the nicer things they’ve been saying.”
The Voter Fraud Fraud 0
There no doubt is a reason why the Republican Party so fears voters.
Twits on Twitter 0
What it was, was football.
Read it. It’s delicious.
Also, the free market place of ideas, UK (where there is no legal protection for free speech) version. A nugget:
As Dickens said, “The law is an ass.” As it is already in that condition, it needs no help from twits on Twitter to attain it.
I do sympathize with those who do not wish their privacy invaded. And the British tabloid press may well be the least-principled, sleaziest media in the English-speaking world, making America’s National Enquirer look like the Journal of the American Medical Association.
At the same time, I have no sympathy for persons who feed at the public trough, but who wish to protect themselves from the consequences of their own bad behavior.
All in all, I lean towards the idea that fresh air is better than no airings.
QOTD 0
T. S. Eliot
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
Dustbiters 0
After a short interruption, the FDIC has resumed its series honoring our banking community for its integrity and responsible fiscal-ness.
Attempting to consolidate its hold on the position of the state with the most banks on the FDIC’s leader loser board, comes now Georgia.
These banks won’t be around for the rapture.
Later:
And the last entrant of the day:
Rapture Tours 0
Warning: Questionable taste; language.
Dog Whistles, Reprise 0
Tom Levenson comments. A nugget:
It could work. It has in the past. And hence the obligation: every time a Palin or a Gingrich — or any of them — plays to that voter on the margin they think they can capture with a coded appeal to racism, it’s time to name and shame. It isn’t much, I know, but the goal is to raise the psychic cost of actually pulling the lever for and against the color of the candidates’ skin that much higher.
Follow the link to find out why he felt this needed to be said.
False Equivalences, One More Time 0
Donald Luzzatto, Editorial Page Editor for my local rag, is normally on target with his columns. That doesn’t mean that I always agree with him, but that his opinion is normally well-reasoned and worth a listen.
Today, however, in a column regarding the Gingrinch’s recent flippity-flops, he said something quite out of touch with reality, but illustrative of the media’s need to insist that, for each “on one hand,” there must be an “on the other hand.”
Follow the link for the full column; this is the bit I’m interested in (emphasis added):
Name for me one prominent Democrat who has been forced to retract and apologize for a policy position because of uproar from the herd of cats sometimes called the “Democratic base” or from, say, for example, MSNBC.
(. . . . . . . .)
That’s what I thought.
On the other hand, there is no other hand.
Twits on Twitter 0
Secret twits.
Ticked Off 0
Lisa Scottoline has had enough. Follow the link for the whole story:
The other day, I fell asleep with Little Tony and Peach, and I woke up with a tick on my chin, like a mole. It works for Cindy Crawford, but not for me. I’ll never get a date if I wear bugs.
I ran yelping to the bathroom, where I took off my nightgown and found another tick on my back.
Don’t ask me how it got under my nightgown.
Obviously, ticks find me superhot.