Monday, October 4, 2010

Oh, the irony...

Ironic Times

Nearby Habitable Planet Discovered
Planet Gliese 581g has water, plants, trees, good roads, schools and socialized medicine.

Woodward: Karzai Manic Depressive, Mentally Unstable, on Drugs
And our best hope.

Pentagon Struggling to Recruit Fit Cyber Warriors
Most qualified candidates have never been off a couch.

Christ ...

Why can't Bill Donohue just shut the fuck up? Thankfully, Tintin read his latest screed so we don't have to:

Shaking your head, burying your face in your palms, and saying “Holy Fuck” is really a far too moderate a reaction to a press release by the Catholic League’s Bill Donohue titled "Not All Sexual Abuse Is Equal." Seriously.

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Going to work. I can't believe it's fucking Monday already ...

How come ...

We catch everybody else's war criminals while ours walk free?

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No, we won't go after our own war criminals. We'll let other nations do that. Which is why you probably have not seen any of the senior cabinet members of the Bush Administration, other than maybe the Secretary of Agriculture (whoever the hell that was) take any foreign vacations since they left office.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Sunday Show Tune Blogging

There are more versions of this out there than I would have thought! There are clips from the movie with Dolly Parton. Pretty slick. There's a downhome sorta lip-sync'd-with-live-dancers version from Caesar's Showbar that I liked too.

This one's from the Trim Musical Society of County Meath, Ireland. I wonder if "trim" means the same there as it does here? Heh.


Thanks to YoungGarry, Ireland.

Sunday Cheeb

The LATimes has a plethora of articles on The Herb today.

Reporting from Sacramento —
Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger, who opposes legalization of marijuana for recreational use, has approved legislation downgrading possession of an ounce or less from a misdemeanor to an infraction.

Supporters say the change will keep marijuana-related cases from becoming court-clogging jury trials, even though the penalty will remain a fine of up to $100, with no jail time. Violations will not go on a person's record as a crime.

"Gov. Schwarzenegger deserves credit for sparing the state's taxpayers the cost of prosecuting minor pot offenders," Gieringer said in a statement. "Californians increasingly recognize that the war on marijuana is a waste of law enforcement resources."

"This new law takes away the last reason anyone would have to vote for Proposition 19," said Tim Rosales, campaign manager for No on Proposition 19.

Wrongamundo, Timmy boy. A hunnert bucks is a hunnert bucks better spent on anything than giving it to the state.

A new breed of home marijuana grower

"My husband can spend hours a day in our grow room," Clarke says. "For him, it's fantasy land."

I just got a disturbing visual...Fixer, put yer pants on...

Under one headline, more pot and Prop. 19 articles than you can shake a stick at:

Proposition 19: California's marijuana legalization debate

And finally, to be fair and balanced, the bummer:

Snuff out pot measure

Article uses flawed reasoning and made-up shit as the basis for the Times' recommendation for No on 19.

Sorry, newspaper dudes, nobody gives a shit about any of that and yer on the wrong side of this and yer gonna lose.

The Pixie Dust Blues

Will Durst hyperboles* on whiny lefties and the 'enthusiasm gap'. Strangely for him, you should read.

*If that wasn't a verb, it is now.

The Disciples are disappointed with their Messiah. Not every one of their pet projects got passed in the previous 20 months. So they whine and they grouse and they grumble and snipe and gripe and snivel and whimper and wail. “He didn’t pass the Rainbows in Every Pantry Act.” “He showed his true colors by failing to put an end to world hunger.” “He’s just a Republican in moderate Democratic clothing.” And compared to them, he is. Of course, compared to them, so is Fidel.

Most of these sour-pouting pusses are the far left-wing nut-jobs who remain royally pissed the president didn’t push through single-payer, blissfully unaware of any resistance offered by the opposition. It doesn’t matter. Superman shouldn’t need help. Conservatives know the importance of banding together to do whatever it takes: lie, cheat, steal, obstruct. Progressives, on the other hand, need to be goosed to get off the couch when it’s on fire.

The couch is on fire.

The Very Useful Idiocy of Christine O’Donnell

Last ¶ of Daddy Frank's column today:

They are acing it, these guys. Election Day is now only a month away. The demoralized Democrats are held hostage by the unemployment numbers. And along comes this marvelous gift out of nowhere, Christine O’Donnell, Tea Party everywoman, who just may be the final ingredient needed to camouflage a billionaires’ coup as a populist surge. By the time her fans discover that any post-election cuts in government spending will be billed to them, and not the Tea Party’s shadowy backers, she’ll surely be settling her own debts with fat paychecks from “Fox & Friends.”

Saturday, October 2, 2010

What a long strange trip it's been*. And I never left my chair...

Mrs. G is in the other room watching her NASCAR race. I gave up interest in that when they changed the racing into TV wrestling and replaced all the drivers with Ken dolls, so I'm just hangin' out watching music videos.

At some point in time everything went sorta surreal. I hit on a vid about Bonnie Raitt at Frederick's which sounded like a promising way to spend an afternoon...

That led to a nice stage performance by her, which led to my fantasy dream date, which took me to my all-time favorite version of the song below, which led me to performances of the same song by James Taylor, who wrote it, James and Carly Simon, James and Joni Mitchell, two guys pretending to be James and Carly (I am not capable of making that up!), and finally to Sting, who played an instrument with an unpronounceable name because I don't know what it's called, who also did a nice tribute to James.

My all-time favorite version:


Linda Ronstadt, 1974
Thanks to SaintFu.


*Reference is from this.

Saturday Homebrew Crazy Redneck Music Video Blogging

I See Hawks In L.A. do "California Country" from their CD of the same name.

I was born in L.A. and lived there for 35 years and this song speaks for me. I'm still standin' elsewhere in California country.

Video is CA SR 267 northbound from Martis Peak Rd.

Headline of the Day

White America Has Lost Its Mind

Heh ...

Nucks and his cat have a 'conversation' about Rahm. I don't think Rahm's gonna like what they cooked up.

See yas ...

No wonder Rick Sanchez didn't do his show yesterday (A pleasant surprise to see Brooke Baldwin on instead). I always said he was a big dumbass and a buffoon, but he proved it the other day:

Hypersensitive doofus and CNN Anchor Rick Sanchez had a "moment" on Pete Dominick’s Stand Up! satellite radio show yesterday.

Wait, let me rephrase.

By "moment," I mean he went flying off the rails, performing the clumsiest swan dive EVAR into a mile-deep ravine, screaming anti-Semitic, bigoted, self-righteous “woe is me” bullshit all the way down to the bottom, where he landed with a sickening thud to little or no applause.

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No great loss, though I wonder which idiot they'll give his show to. They should just leave Baldwin there, she's far more intelligent than Sanchez and I'm sure she could do a better job.

Update:

Athenae:

So apparently Jon Stewart's success is due to his being a member of the Super Seekrit Jewish Cabal of Jewy Jewishness, and not the result of working his ass off in stand-up which wasn't very funny and other shows which weren't very funny and movies which just flat-out hummed balls for like four decades. I mean, he's not Justin Bieber, okay?

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Saturday Emmylou Blogging

From a concert at The Kings Hall Belfast


Thanks to 1000Magicians, UK.

Friday, October 1, 2010

That's a big C-L* there, bucko ...

It's Friday of a tough week and I'm tired. I'm surfing over to our pals' pages for a peek and then I'm going to bed after I walk the varmints once more. I guarantee yas Gord'll have some Emmy Lou up by morning and and I'll have something to say about something too. The monsters also have their first vet appointment with Dr. Grove tomorrow so that should be interesting as well. Let's hope the disruption to the office won't be that bad. See yas tomorrow. Heh ...

*Care Less

Shopping Day

The pups get a spa day and we get breakfast at Q's, then Costco and whatever.

I'll leave ya with this from the LATimes:

The second day of telenovela-style conflict between the billionaire Republican candidate and her former $23-an-hour maid roiled the campaign for governor, as Whitman sought to limit damage by blaming the contretemps on her opponent, Democrat Jerry Brown. But she acknowledged that she had no evidence of his complicity.

$23 an hour? Think I'd look good in one'a them skimpy l'il maid outfits? Oh, hell, it probly doesn't fit anymore...

After Allred called a second news conference for midday Thursday, Whitman called one of her own for mid-morning, at which for 46 minutes she answered questions, repeated her version of events, denied that she had ever mistreated Diaz Santillan and said the woman was being manipulated by Democrats.

Heh. Dems finally learned something about campaign dirty tricks from the Repugs!

Yeah, Meg, it's all the Dems fault that you employed an undocumented maid for nine years and canned her just before you ran for governor and got caught at it by a smart operative and it got used against you. Yeesh.

We're lovin' the shit outta this out here!

See yas later.

Health Care by Jesus ...

You know this is gonna work out so well:

"Who is this Barack Obama who mocks the armies of the living God?" demanded James Lansberry, Christian crusader against government-regulated health care, last summer in the heat of the battle over reform.

Since the health-care reform bill passed last month, Lansberry has become a hot commodity on the conservative talk-radio circuit where he sings the praises of health-care-sharing ministries (HCSMs), Christian nonprofit organizations through which members agree to cover each others? health-care costs. As president of the Alliance of Health Care Sharing Ministries, Lansberry, and his team of lobbyists, had persuaded Senate lawmakers to exempt alliance members from the individual mandate. That exemption, Lansberry said, made those ministries "an island of freedom amidst this terrible piece of reform legislation" and "the last pro-life option for Christians of faith." [my em]

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As Digby says:

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Did any of you know about this exemption? I missed it. And it's very, very interesting because it's a loophole that will undoubtedly be very lucrative for the hucksters.


All I ask is when these peoples' health care costs become socialized. You know, if it's not already, it will turn into an outrageous, ponzi-like scam. You know we're gonna have to bail the lemmings gullible fools victims out.

Maybe she can find a new one ...

On Ebay?

California's Republican gubernatorial candidate, Meg Whitman, is getting hit from all sides today on immigration-- not just because of her flip-flopping on the topic, but because of the shocking allegations being brought forward by her nanny of nine years, Nicky Diaz Santillan.

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The 'nanny scandal' might hurt her this week but she's a Republican, so next week it'll be okay. And hypocrisy in a Republican isn't a flaw, it's a feature.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Land sharks ...

Two minutes before breakfast.



Ziva and Da Chooch

How 19th Century Prostitutes Were Among the Freest, Wealthiest, Most Educated Women of Their Time

Good piece, you should pardon the expression, at AlterNet (!)

In the nineteenth century, a woman who owned property, made high wages, had sex outside of marriage, performed or received oral sex, used birth control, consorted with men of other races, danced, drank, or walked alone in public, wore makeup, perfume, or stylish clothes -- and was not ashamed -- was probably a whore.

I think the word 'whore' is better applied to politicians and right-wing gasbags than it is to the ladies who practice legal prostitution. Call a hooker a whore in a legal Nevada brothel and count your bullet holes. But I digress...

High-end madams were not the only prostitutes who acquired substantial wealth. A middle-class reformer in Virginia City, Nevada, noted with disdain that local prostitutes were "always dressed the richest." The historians Blackburn and Ricards concluded that while prostitutes in Virginia City were not the richest people in town, they "did amass more wealth than most of their customers. In addition, compared with other women of the city, the white prostitutes were well-to-do. This was because virtually none of the married women and very few unmarried women had any money at all. If the prostitutes came West to compete economically with others of their sex, they were successful."

Today's women attorneys might also find their earliest ancestors among western madams, who regularly appeared in court on their own behalf and won quite frequently. [...]

Ladies, if you should decide to return to the strategy of those halcyon days in order to advance in society, I offer you the secret of success:

Senior citizen discounts.

Yobama, what up?

Digby

What do you suppose they were trying to say here?

...POTUS BE DOWN WID DE FATTY BLUNTS AND MENTHOLS, MOFO CRACK PIPE AND GANGSTA RAP?

Yeah, Miles Davis is a rapper. Yeesh. 'Fatty blunts' are OK. Heh.

Digby again:

Are all black musicians gangster rappers? Or maybe they're talking about Mick Jagger who, after all, learned to dance from Tina Turner who was married to the wife beating Ike, so that's sort of makes him an honorary gangster. And Dylan did that song about Hurricane Carter. So yeah, if you add in the "R&B" (and I think we know what that's code for) Obama's pretty much a Crip. I always suspected it.

There's a whole buncha stuff I'da liked to have learned from Tina Turner. Damn that skinny Limey for beatin' me to it!

IMNSHO there's nothing as lame as a white boy tryin' ta sound 'street' and we all know what that's code for, right?

This anti-Obama racist shit's so far past ridiculous it's ridiculous.