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December 23, 2008

Your Mistletoe Is No Match For My TOW Missile

So, it's Xmas music you want, eh?  I'm including a shout-out to home with Aaron Neville, and some other stuff that I like.  The Tori Amos "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" is just haunting.  I heard that one cold, cold December night in New Hampshire ten years ago, and I had to pull to the side of the road to listen to the whole thing.  Also, the Drifters kick all kinds of ass.  Since we don't get enough hip hop around here, I threw in some old school Run D.M.C.  Finally, what would Christmas be without the Pogues?  So enjoy the videos!






Noel

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Allowed To Live

This is a horrifying story, start to finish, as horrifying as it is recognizable, but there are parts of it that stood out to me:


Things quickly got ugly. Pervel remembers aiming a shotgun at a random African-American man walking by his home--even though he knew the man had no connection to the theft of his vehicle. "I don't want you passing by my house!" Pervel says he shouted out.

[snip]

Apparently thinking they'd caught some looters, the gunmen interrogated and verbally threatened Collins and Alexander for ten to fifteen minutes, Alexander says, before one of the armed men issued an ultimatum: if Alexander and Collins left Algiers Point and told their friends not to set foot in the area, they'd be allowed to live.

[snip]

Janak, who was carrying a pistol, says he grabbed one of the suspected looters and considered killing him, but decided to be merciful. "I rolled him over in the grass and saw that he'd been hit in the back with the riot gun," he tells me. "I thought that was good enough. I said, 'Go back to your neighborhood so people will know Algiers Point is not a place you go for a vacation. We're not doing tours right now.'"

He's equally blunt in Welcome to New Orleans, an hourlong documentary produced by the Danish video team, who captured Janak, beer in hand, gloating about hunting humans. Surrounded by a crowd of sunburned white Algiers Point locals at a barbeque held not long after the hurricane, he smiles and tells the camera, "It was great! It was like pheasant season in South Dakota. If it moved, you shot it." A native of Chicago, Janak also boasts of becoming a true Southerner, saying, "I am no longer a Yankee. I earned my wings." A white woman standing next to him adds, "He understands the N-word now." In this neighborhood, she continues, "we take care of our own."


Jackass could have stayed in Chicago and learned the real "meaning" of the N-word just fine. The sentiments expressed in this story could have been expressed by any one of a hundred people I've talked to in my years living here. This isn't about the South. This is about America, as it always has been, as we keep saying here: Our fate is your fate, and it was, and it is. Our own.

I mean it, how often do you hear this? Every day? My house, my block, my neighborhood, I live here and you don't. Moreover, I BELONG here and you don't. Our lives are a crazy quilt of safe areas and danger zones, in which we make snap decisions about who "looks" like they belong here and who doesn't. But for the outright violence, but for the semi-official nature of the "militia," is there anyplace in this country this couldn't have happened? Neighborhood Watches and community meetings and everybody on the lookout, all the time, for what's coming after them. It's no wonder, no wonder at all.

And I don't know if it's our inherent paranoia or a constant drumbeat over 25 years that government is useless and offers you no protection so you'd better go arm yourselves to the teeth and put grates over your windows, I don't know if it's a sign of shallow hatred or a sign of feeling abandoned by everybody around you, that we have no responsibility for each other, that makes people feel like they have to create borders and defend them. I don't know if it's simple human nature or bullshit wish-fulfillment, make yourself a king in the new world after the old one, in which you were a boring loser, burns down. I don't know if it's some of that or all of that or a little of each of the 31 flavors of crazy going on here.

I do know it's almost Christmas, and the story we're going to tell on Thursday is about people on the road, seeking hospitality. Seeking that which is most valued, anywhere: a safe place to rest, to make a family, to feel at home. The story is about the Christ Child, yes, but also about the knock at the door, and the innkeepers who turned those travelers away. It's about the stranger who arrives in the night and needs you. Will you give him a bed, even if it's in your garage, next to the cat box, surrounded by bikes and basketballs and junk? Or will you aim a shotgun out the window, string a barricade across the street, and scream go away, and you'll be allowed to live?

A.

December 22, 2008

The Earth Might Stop Turning

Soooo cold.

My three-year-old goddaughter was here the other day so, since my house is kid-proof but not necessarily kid-fun (I need a box of toys for visiting moppets or something) we broke out the Fraggle Rock DVDs. She liked the singing and the dancing and Red's flappy pigtails, but her mother and I, having not seen the show since we were kids ourselves, were kind of weirdly fascinated and horrified. The Henson workshop must have been powered by the finest hallucinogens known to man or beast, because holy hell, this stuff was weird.

Yet, fun. I always loved the Fraggle pseudo-Yule-Christmas-Thing, where all the Fraggles have to ring their bells or the Great Bell won't ring and their rock will go cold and spring won't come. But Gobo, known in my house as the Fraggle Most Like My Baby Brother, decides he has to go see the Great Bell for himself, accompanied by the strangeoid priest-like dude, and he can't find the bell:

A.

Great line....

.....from Sadly No! .....writing this of Confederate Yankee:

It looks like he’s gone into abandon New Orleans mode again, only this time he’s saying it was a stupid idea to build a country where a recession could get it.

Cheney vs. The Shark

I'm betting on Joey, mostly on account of his not being, you know, an evil robot overlord:

Cheney, in the interview, also said that Biden would be a less relevant player in the Obama administration, sharply suggesting that his successor would revert the office to the traditional, and far less central, place it had been in past administrations.

“I think that President-elect Obama will decide what he wants in a vice president and apparently from the way they're talking about it, he does not expect him to have as consequential a role as I have had during my time,” Cheney said.

Asked if he had any advice for Biden, Cheney replied with a chill.

“Well, he hasn't asked for any, so I won't go beyond where I've been,” Cheney said.

In his own Sunday morning interview, on ABC’s “This Week,” Biden eased back some on his campaign red meat against Cheney but, with some prompting, offered shots of his own

Reminded of his “dangerous” quote, Biden initially sought to laugh it off, saying with a smile and chuckle: “I still don’t agree with the vice president.”

But after host George Stephanopoulos pressed Biden, the vice president-elect went further, saying Cheney “has been not healthy for our foreign policy, not healthy for our national security, and it has not been consistent with our Constitution, in my view."

"His notion of a unitary executive, meaning that, in time of war, essentially all power, you know, goes to the executive, I think is dead wrong. I think it was mistaken," Biden added.

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A.

Today on Tommy T's obsession with the Freeperati - We're running out of things to be cheery about

Good Monday morning, everyone - and a chilly one it is, too.

Let's warm ourselves by the fire of stupidity, shall we?

Suits on - airlock door open - let's go!

One of the few points of happiness I've seen in Freeperville over the last few weeks is the joyous piling-on that occurred when they found out that Jesse Jackson, Jr. was the shadowy (get it?) figure identified as "Candidate number 5", proof positive that the Dems were going down over Blago's corruption.

Since JJJ was a proxy for the man they love to hate (his father), hearing of his possible involvement was like a fine Cuban cigar for them - something to be looked forward to and savored in its fullness.


ExplodingCigar 



Jesse Jackson Jr. ratted on Blagojevich
NY DAILY NEWS ^ | Wednesday, December 17th 2008, 12:23 AM | CELESTE KATZ

Posted on Wednesday, December 17, 2008 2:06:11 AM by Fred
Illinois Rep. Jesse Jackson Jr. has been dropping dimes on his state's disgraced governor and other corrupt local pols for years, a spokesman said Tuesday.
Jackson, a longtime congressman and son of the famed civil rights activist, has been pulled into the controversy surrounding Gov. Rod Blagojevich's alleged attempt to auction Barack Obama's now-vacant U.S. Senate seat.
A Jackson spokesman, Kenneth Edmonds, said the congressman had spoken to the feds about Blagojevich and others.
He wouldn't provide details, but Chicago's WLS-TV reported the congressman told investigators Blagojevich refused to make Jackson's wife director of the state lottery because Jackson would not pledge $25,000 to the governor's campaign fund.
"Blagojevich went out of his way to say, 'You know I was considering your wife for the lottery job and the $25,000 you didn't give me? That's why she's not getting the job,'" a source told The Associated Press.
Federal prosecutors declined to comment.
Jackson has acknowledged meeting with Blagojevich about his interest in Obama's Senate seat one day before the governor was arrested on federal corruption charges.
The congressman has admitted to being "Senate Candidate 5" in the federal complaint against Blagojevich. Blagojevich claimed the candidate's emissary agreed to fund-raising in exchange for the seat, according to the complaint. Jackson said he never authorized any intermediary to make deals.

(Excerpt) Read more at nydailynews.com ...

You can almmost hear the mental gears stripping from here. There's really no way for them to spin this one as Good News For Republicans, so they just kinda go all sulky and start mumbling under their breaths about snitches.

Now, bear in mind, these are the same Freepers who go ballistic when gangs paint the word "snitching" under the word "Stop" on stop signs:

To: Fred
Truly there is “no honor among thieves” is there?

2 posted on Wednesday, December 17, 2008 2:08:08 AM by 2ndDivisionVet (Barack Obama: In Error and arrogant -- he's errogant!)
Truly there isn't any shame among Freepers, is there?
Fortunately they get it all figured out and manage to snatch defeat from the jaws of.....defeat.

To: Fred
Sounds like Jr. cut a deal with the Feds. They must have had the goods on him but needed his information to get others.

3 posted on Wednesday, December 17, 2008 2:11:33 AM by Rocky
(Snarf - chuckle - snort)
If William Of Ockham were still alive, that would have killed him.

To: Fred
Interesting that the press characterizes reporting crimes as “ratting.” It strikes me as very similar to black kids being harassed by their peers for getting good grades.

5 posted on Wednesday, December 17, 2008 2:19:33 AM by TigersEye (Mohammed licks my shoes but the Allah won't come off.)

That darned press! It's all their fault!!

To: Rocky
Sounds like Jr. cut a deal with the Feds Whatever it takes to protect the chosen One!

6 posted on Wednesday, December 17, 2008 2:24:45 AM by Las Vegas Dave (Illegitimi non carborundum - "Don't let the bastards grind you down")
Yeah! That's it! Because them darkies stick together!
And of course, there's always the good old, reliable "I don't believe it lalalalala" thing to fall back on when the real world gets too depressing:
 
To: The Cajun
anyone else think the Jackson's floated this fake story to get ahead of the charges
8 posted on Wednesday, December 17, 2008 2:41:01 AM by Pacothecat
Of course! Why didn't I see it before? Jackson's lying about working as an informant with the Feds' operation to bust crooked politicos because if the fake story gets ahead of the real story, the Feds will be so impressed they'll drop all charges against him. And they will get so angry at Jackson for lying about working for them that they'll send him to jail for impersonating an informant, except that they are not doing that, possibly because Martians are involved, and the Illuminati, and *spark*  *fzzz*  *crackle*   *zzzt*   EEErrrrrrr r r r  r    r      r     (clunk)
 
Dangit. Now I've sprained my brain trying to think like a Freeper.
Don't try this at home, kids.  Maybe I'm not taking enough drugs?

To: Fred
Perhaps it’s just me. It’s late and my pills are kicking in BUT, I think this is truth being woven with lies.
 
I knew it. I knew it!
There's no way anyone could be that stupid without chemical assistance!
 
Speaking of which, I hope everyone took their anti-dumbassery pills before we go on, because any of you guys caught the dumbass dropsy while in the inner chamber, we'd either have to put you down, or get you a radio talk show.
More after the juuuuuuuuummmmppppppp!

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December 21, 2008

To Carry You To Me

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December 20, 2008

Catching Up On A Few Things

BERJAYA
I've been like one of these. But with less venom.


Hey hey, everybody!  It's me again.  What?  You've forgotten about me already? 

Dang.

Well, I'm really busy these days, and the job I've got now has no Internets, so I don't have enough time for readin' and thinkin' as in the past.  That should change sometime in the future, but for now, I'm afraid I just can't post as much as I would like to.

Anyway, I've got a roundup of a few things that have caught my eye, but I haven't had the time to write about.  First of all, as we all know, Mark Felt died.  Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine.
Et lux perpetua luceat eis, etc., etc.  And we all appreciate what he did.  But, of course, the news coverage is wretched.  I've avoided TV news on this topic, but I have been listening to NPR.  And why, in the name of all that is holy, are they talking to G. Fucking Gordon Fucking Liddy about what he thinks?  Attention all: That asshat is a convicted felon.  When we start hearing what Joe Massino thinks of Joseph Pistone, or what Jeffrey Skilling thinks of Sherron Watkins, then we can talk to G. Fucking Gordon Fucking Liddy about his views on Mark Felt.  In case you didn't know, I'm not a big fan of Liddy. 

Also, the death of Felt means that we see a lot more of Bob Woodward, who's been coasting for the rest of his life on one good deed.  Enough of this guy already.  He said something a few weeks ago that really pissed me off (Warning--PDF.  And it's hard to imagine me pissed off, right?).  It made the rounds on the blogs, but nobody that I read mentioned what got to me:

BOB SCHIEFFER (host): Bob Woodward, the president, if all goes as expected, at 10:50 Eastern Time tomorrow will announce his new national security team, to be headed by Hillary Rodham Clinton as secretary of state.

WOODWARD: She never goes away, she and her husband. It's an amazing national security team that Obama appears to have selected. It's kind of like "Goldilocks and the Three Bears." You've got too cool, which might be -- or at least appropriately cool -- General Jones as the national security adviser; Gates is kind of just right, in the middle; and Hillary Clinton, hot.

This is going to be a whole new center of gravity for the news media, for the world. My assessment -- without having any knowledge, really -- is that the economists and the economic team around Obama convinced him that the economic crisis is so deep and going to require so much time, go ahead and give Hillary and Bill the world.

Emphasis mine.  And that's what's wrong with our elite press in a nutshell.  When you don't have any information about a topic, keep your fucking mouth shut.  Your opinion in such a case is worthless.  Even if Woodward hadn't admitted his total ignorance, his dumb-ass fairy-tale analogy should be enough to disqualify him from all future public opining .

In other dumb-ass news, George Bush is still President, and, since these people can't go five minutes without being total dicks, he's deciderated to implement a "conscience clause" by executive fiat.  Of course, this is just cover for religious nuts to deny women reproductive health services.  And we're not only talking about abortions here--these fools can now get away with refusing to dispense birth control because they (doctors or pharmacists) don't approve of it.  WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?  If you have a moral objection to dispensing certain medicines, don't become a pharmacist.  It's not like your choices are:

  1. Be a pharmacist
  2. Homelessness

See, all the jobs I've ever held, if I refused to do some of the work because I "didn't believe in it," I'd have gotten fired.  And with good cause.  You know what I'm waiting for?  A Muslim doctor refusing to treat a cirrhosis patient, because the Qu'ran says we should avoid alcohol.  That'd go over like a fart in church, wouldn't it?  I know these fundie assholes are short-sighted, but don't they understand anything about unintended consequences?  When you open the door for people to refuse their professional obligations based on personal beliefs, you destroy the very concept of professionalism.  Or, as Chief Lyman used to say, "You fuckers don't have to like it, but you do have to do it." 

Speaking of Bush and fundies, guess what?  He made a bunch of their heads explode about ten days ago.  Turns out that he doesn't think that the entire Bible is literally true.  Which anyone with three functioning neurons can tell you.  However, when we're talking about fundies and freepers, they can't get over that astonishingly low bar.  I know Tommy T usually polices Freeperville for us, but I think this one slipped by him.  For the full, hilarious ride, go here.  It's fun to watch them do a 21st-century, extremely dumbed-down attempt at St. Thomas Aquinas' Scholastic metaphysics.  Yes, I did just make a theology reference.  Without even swearing.  But I won't talk about angels dancing on the head of a pin, 'cause Aquinas never talked about that, you see.  Seriously.  Check it out.

Finally--about this new job.  It's crummy, but there's one really, really astonishing thing.  An older white guy in a cube near mine listens to Christian music in the morning and Rush Limbaugh in the afternoon.  And he sits right next to a black man.  How much of a dick can one person be?  Stay tuned, and we'll find out.

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December 19, 2008

Friday Night Galactica Vid (And Thread)

Flory sends this along:

"Battlestar Galactica" always finds ways to challenge the audience's beliefs—it is no more an ode to pacifism than "24" is to "bring 'em on" warmongering. In the pilot, humanity is nearly eradicated by the Cylons, a race of robots that revolt against their human creators. The only survivors are stationed on a spacecraft called Battlestar Galactica; they're spared because the ship's commander, William Adama (Edward James Olmos), had refused to relax any wartime restrictions. Adama is a hard-liner, willing to sacrifice personal freedoms in order to provide safety from an abstract threat. And he was right: the moment the human race let its guard down, the Cylons attacked. As the show unfolds, though, the survivors must constantly reflect on the price of keeping their enemies at bay, and whether it's worth paying. The show's futuristic setting—hushed and grimy, not the metallic cool of stereotypical sci-fi—helps ground the writers' ruminations in a nail-biting drama series. "Battlestar Galactica" achieves the ultimate in sci-fi: it presents a world that looks nothing like our own, and yet evokes it with chilling accuracy.

Which gets it wrong on a lot of levels, I think: Galactica looks a LOT like our world. Shit doesn't work right, the vagaries of bureaucratic crap dictate a lot of lucky escapes, people talk on phones that look like the phones in our houses, I mean the whole appeal of the show, hot space chicks aside, is that we could be these people in 15 years (granted, it would mean increasing NASA funding like a kazillion percent), not 1,500.

And the Cylon threat, as it was, wasn't abstract. Shit blew up in their actual faces, in the faces of everybody on all twenty-five sides of the argument, so it's the wrong construction, concrete-abstract, "real" world vs. academia, it's the cheap dispute: I have the right to my opinion and you're a sheltered moron STFU. The conflict between personal freedom and personal safety was never a hypothetical in Crazy Space World any more than it was here, and to say it was is to fall into the same post-9/11 traps Galactica skewers so effectively, about civil liberties being for pussies who live in the city, who've never known fear. That you can know fear and still say hey, maybe not so much with the genocide, that's the show's grand statement. Abstract threat. Come the hell on.

Moreover, even in the most painfully earnest of the "issue" episodes where Lee fucks whores to improve them and Helo cures religious fanatics with only the power of his pecs, the people were still people, not cardboard cutouts of The Military and The ACLU giving each other paper cuts. This show has always brought it back, from the very very beginning, to the personal, to reminding us that pontificating on the idea of "who we are" is a dodge for figuring out "who I am." If you don't know who you are, we don't stand a chance.

Plus I'm just kind of fucking annoyed at the mention of Galactica in the same pixel-space as the wingnutsphere's Islamofacist spank bank, 24.

A.

The beverage police have arrived...

The jeans in my dresser fit a little more snugly this time of year and the belt is usually a notch looser. It’s winter and like most other mammals, I find the need to eat too much to ward off the cold. So, I sit here pounding out this missive with a bag of pretzels nearby with a giant package of Nibs to wash them down.

I’m fat. Or overweight. At least that’s what the charts and diagrams tell me. At 5-foot-9, 166.5 pounds (usually it hits about 170 in the winter before I start seriously getting back on the track and treadmill and anything else the Y can throw at me), I’m overweight by 6.5 pounds. I should be between 147 and 160, I’m told, although only in my most anti-eating, living in a hot-as-hell climate days did I ever come close to the low end of that scale.

I thought about my burgeoning gut the other day when I ran across this. For those of you who haven’t been following this, Gov. David “Man, I wish Spitzer hadn’t gotten caught until after the budget was fixed” Paterson is proposing a tax on beverages. The point of the tax is to help fix a $15.4 billion budget gap while simultaneously passing this off as a necessary step in fighting childhood obesity. Paterson compares this to the way in which we’ve taxed cigarettes in an attempt to get people to quit smoking.

OK, here’s my problem with this. In many cases, we do things that are bad for us that really have no impact on others. Smoking isn’t one of those. You smoke a pack and a half of Lucky Strikes near me each day, you make me smell like an ashtray, irritate my lungs, increase my chances of asthma and essentially play a game of “pin the tumors on my soul.”

Same thing with drinking. We don’t have laws that prevent me from opening every bottle of booze I have in my house, pouring them into one giant glass and drinking from it as I watch the ESPN Classic replay of my Indians losing the 1997 World Series to the Florida Carpetbaggers  Marlins. However, the minute I’m still thirsty and get in my car, then I’m totally screwed (unless you live in Wisconsin where being shithammered behind the wheel draws you very little in the way of punishment). The idea is pretty clear: Mess yourself up all you want. The minute you hurt other people, that’s when we’ve got a problem with it.

I’m not going to get fat by watching a guy pound a gallon of Coke out of his backpack-sized 7-11 mug. The kid who can’t breath because his neck has succumbed to 88 chins doesn’t hurt me by ordering a giant vat of PowerThirst. I’m not somehow harmed when the giant woman in oompah loompah pants decides to order everything to the left of the bacon cheeseburger on the McDonald’s scoreboard menu (of course, if you’ve ever been in one of these places, you know what actually happens here: “Uh, yeah… I’d like a Big Mac Extra Value meal, with six extra cheeseburgers, three extra large fries.” And to drink? “Yeah, give me a Diet Coke please…”)

I guess this really brings home the point for me. While we consume an insane amount of calories from high-calorie beverages, many of them appear to be uncovered. Anyone want to guess how many calories are in a vanilla shake and Mickey D’s? How about more than half of what the average woman is expected to take in during a single day…  What about those great candy coffees Starbucks has been pumping at us lately? A white chocolate mocha is packing more than twice the calories of a can of fully leaded Coke, with almost half of those calories coming from fat.

The fast food industry has been oversizing and overfattening us for decades. Why not drill them to shore up the budget? Actually, New York City, the heart and soul of the state, has been supporting these businesses with tax breaks which seems to run contrary to the health initiatives at the state and city level.

The governor has two very good intentions here: fix a foundering budget and keep kids from becoming obese. That said, using the beverage tax to try to do this makes little sense. It has the likelihood of having little to no effect on the obesity epidemic and will likely force the poorest among the state’s citizens to once again pony up for something that brings a little joy into their lives.

The only way to get people to slim down is to offer alternatives and let them make the choice. I know eventually I’ll hit the point where I’m back to that one pair of 36 x 30s and I’ll be sick of washing them so I’ll hit the gym and get back into shape. When I was really out of shape a few years back, the relatives who told me at family gatherings, “Wow, you’re a little heavy, aren’t you?” only made me want to say “Fuck you. Please pass the potatoes.” Taxing my soda wouldn’t have had much affect either (I was a 54-can a week guy on regular soda until I switched to diet a few years back).

Would taxing high-priced hookers have made the governor’s predecessor reconsider a roll in the hay with Ashley Dupree?

Yeah, that’s what I thought…

Friday Ferretblogging: Gay Apparel Edition

We did the annual reindeer pic with Riot last year. It was Puck's turn.

Puck.reindeer

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RIP

Deep Throat, Mark Felt dies at age 95

December 18, 2008

Love Isn't Feelings

Yeah:

I don't care if these people have gay friends. Because if these folks think that their friends are perverts out to destroy the world, they're probably pretty shitty friends anyway.

So it's done. If you have a friend who's gay, it doesn't get you off the hook anymore. You still have to take responsibility for your beliefs, actions, and words. And if you can't do that, then your friends are putting up with a lot of crap from you, and you should just be grateful that you have any friends.

This movement isn't about people being friends. It's about autonomy, safety, and equality, but definitely not making friends. And if you're flapping your mouth about the sinfulness of a group of people, and that group of people is getting shot down in the streets, you really need to look up the definition of friendship in the dictionary. Because you're doing it wrong.

This is the problem with the whole  "love the 'sinner'" stance a lot of fundies have adopted in order to not look like hateful bigots anymore. Love isn't that kind of snide condescension. Love isn't a platitude and it isn't a statement and it isn't even an expression. You can sit around all you want, feel warm and fuzzy and get that sensation that your chest is about to burst and jump up and down with joy and smile until your face splits in half. That isn't love. That's not even close to love, so stop thinking it gets you out of anything.

Love is action. Love is work. Love is DOING STUFF. Love is picking somebody up at the airport, bringing somebody a beer, sending somebody a care package, wrapping somebody up in a blanket, even though with every fiber of your being you'd rather be doing something else, even though you're too tired and there's good TV on and god damn it's too cold to go out and get you half and half for your coffee just drink the goddamn milk already.

Love is resisting every urge to be an asshole and treating someone else with great and good care. Love is listening to someone even though you have your own stuff going on. Love is letting someone get away with something you could make a big deal out of. Love is not letting someone get away with something even though you could. Love is posting bail. Love is calling the doctor.

Love is cooking dinner. Love is doing the dishes. Love is showing up at the party. Love is taking the pet to the vet. Love is picking up the phone. Love is grocery shopping. Love is laundry. Love is changing the oil. Love is scraping all the snow off the car even though you're not the one driving it that day. Love is vacuuming.

And feeling something gets you off the hook for exactly zero. "But I love you" doesn't mean shit. Love is what you do. Love is how you act. And if you act hatefully toward someone, if you demean him and punish him and strip him of his rights, if you say that you don't want for him the same protection — much less the same joys — that you have, you don't love him. I can tell that from your actions. I don't care how you feel.

A.

The Cash-Driven Life

Okay, so, Rick Warren. I tend to agree with John's posters that it's a nice opportunity to slap Dobson in the head, and with Atrios that it's such bullshit to think that anything that pisses your base off is good politics if you're a Democrat but dangerous if you're a Republican. I also tend to think that anybody screaming OMG I TOLD YOU SO YOU GOT FOOLED BY YOUR MESSIAH OBAMA HAH HAH HAH AREN'T YOU SORRY NOW ADMIT I'M RIGHT DO IT LOUDLY DO IT ON THE TODAY SHOW DO IT IN SKYWRITING TAKE A PICTURE OF IT should consider whether screaming "I told you so" has ever changed anybody's mind about anything.

Here's my problem with Warren. It's not just that he's an anti-gay bigot, actually. He's not the first at that nor is he frankly the best. My problem with Warren is that he's reduced a particular interpretation of Christianity, with bigotry included, to a brand, a marketing ploy, designed to appeal to comfortable people in comfortable lives who buy a sense of satisfaction and get this — to use a fundie favorite phrase — shoved down their throats too. It's particularly insidious, this fluffy feel-good Christianity that reinforces what you already think and takes your credit card statement to prove it. Buy the book! Then buy the special edition just for commuters! (The fuck?) Then buy the one for graduates! Then buy the journal! Then the soundtrack! Then the wall calendar! You'll have really done something then! Way to go, you! Don't forget the VHS tapes! DVDs! Study guides! Don't forget this thing:

Dollar.driven.crap
It's the holidays -- thank God there's a Christmas edition! How else would I know how to think? And if along the way I happen to buy into an ideology that tells me America needs to abandon that whole "equal protection under the law" thing along with my daily affirmations, well, joke's on me, and Rick Warren's laughing all the way to the bank.

And when something comes along like Prop 8 that he has to talk about, he cloaks his bigotry in dishonest canting about freedom of speech and loving the sinner, civility and acceptability, so that he wouldn't turn off potential congregants customers who could be slightly uncomfortable with all the hating going on. At least with the dude on the street corner ranting about sinners burning in hellfire for all eternity, they're up front about what they think, and if they're trying to make a buck off it, at least you know what you're buying.

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Caption This

Bush arms
( REUTERS/Jim Young)

A Couple of Loafers

Coupleofloafers 

I'm curious--will Shrub having to duck footwear be the legacy of his administration ("if the shoe fits")--or are there competing images that have been burned into the collective retina? Offhand, I can think of a number of moments, from "Bring 'em On" to "Brownie, You're Doing a Heckuva Job," but the Florsheim rondevouz near-miss seemed to capture the essence of the global public's dissatisfaction with "The Decider."  

And, at least according to Countdown, aggressive shodding as an act of protest is gaining a certain cachet, at least for the moment.

Of course, such symbolism masks the sheer volume of damage this administration has managed to foist upon civil society and the machinery of government...but most people are plenty busy enough trying to deal with their own life, and so on...so, is it "it's gotta be the shoes," or will something else be the first thing people think of when considering the eight-year trainwreck?

I'd be interested in hearing what others think.

OK but I'm still going to wear one

Scientists debunk myths including one on the importance of wearing a hat in the cold:

They traced the origins of the hat-wearing advice back to a US army survival manual from 1970 which strongly recommended covering the head when it is cold, since "40 to 45 percent of body heat" is lost from the head.

Rachel Vreeman and Aaron Carroll, at the centre for health policy at Indiana University in Indianapolis, rubbish the claim in the British Medical Journal this week. If this were true, they say, humans would be just as cold if they went without a hat as if they went without trousers. "Patently, this is just not the case," they write.

The myth is thought to have arisen through a flawed interpretation of a vaguely scientific experiment by the US military in the 1950s. In those studies, volunteers were dressed in Arctic survival suits and exposed to bitterly cold conditions. Because it was the only part of their bodies left uncovered, most of their heat was lost through their heads.

Read on for the other myths exposed

Oh yeah Now they want Oversight

From GovExec:

In a bid to beef up House Republicans' ability to scrutinize an Obama administration, incoming House Oversight and Government Reform ranking member Darrell Issa, R-Calif., is moving to increase the GOP side of the panel's oversight power.

A day after he was formally selected as ranking member last week, Issa ousted 14 of 39 Republican committee staffers, including many senior aides. Outgoing staffers said they were told the panel's minority will shift its focus away from legislation toward oversight of federal agencies.

By bringing in aides with investigative backgrounds, committee Republicans believe they can increase their capacity to conduct independent investigations, despite lacking the majority's subpoena power.


Congrats Grandmère Mimi

Our dear friend Grandmère Mimi is profiled at HuffPo and her local newspaper.

(h/t Oyster)

Slam The Door

Paging Nelly Bly:

MURRAYVILLE, Georgia (CNN) -- A few weeks before 13-year-old Jonathan King killed himself, he told his parents that his teachers had put him in "time-out."

"We thought that meant go sit in the corner and be quiet for a few minutes," Tina King said, tears washing her face as she remembered the child she called "our baby ... a good kid."

But time-out in the boy's north Georgia special education school was spent in something akin to a prison cell -- a concrete room latched from the outside, its tiny window obscured by a piece of paper.

Called a seclusion room, it's where in November 2004, Jonathan hanged himself with a cord a teacher gave him to hold up his pants. 

An attorney representing the school has denied any wrongdoing.

Seclusion rooms, sometimes called time-out rooms, are used across the nation, generally for special needs children. Critics say that along with the death of Jonathan, many mentally disabled and autistic children have been injured or traumatized.

Few states have laws on using seclusion rooms, though 24 states have written guidelines, according to a 2007 study conducted by a Clemson University researcher.

Texas, which was included in that study, has stopped using seclusion and restraint. Georgia has just begun to draft guidelines, four years after Jonathan's death.

Via ONTD_Political.

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There Is A Hole In The World

Well, this certainly could explain the preponderance of all 31 flavors of batshit to which we've been subjected this week.

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December 17, 2008

Easy Peasy

Do One Thing: from the Brits, but the idea translates very well, even if your squirrels don't play the trombone. It's easy and cheap (possibly even free) to do at least one small thing to help wildlife in your area. If you need ideas or information about your local species, your state may even have a similar program, for example, Texas Wildscapes. (via BoingBoing)

I thought it'd be a short war....

....and I could stay out of it this year. But noooooo....the bad YouTube Christmas videos war still rages on and I am compelled to join in. (well I did start this thing last year but I thought I could do a Bush and fade away oblivious-like.)

Therefore in honor of FD's Crack Van...here is Santa's Crack:


UPDATE:
Ruh Roh. More for the Christmas hostilidays*--Atheist Billboards like "Jesus is Just Santa Claus for Adults."


*I think credit goes to Maitri for that term but who knows in the fog of war...

Explain it to me

I keep stumbling into arguments about something lately and I'm starting to feel so far down the rabbit hole of surreality that I'm wondering if I can get out.  I'm hoping you guys can help me.

Can someone tell me, please, when we voted on, or otherwise agreed as a nation, to ignore the central, singular importance of the rule of law?

Can any of you tell me when the threats of divisiveness, extreme partisanship, rancor, recrimination, or hell, even political failure, became paramount over upholding the Constitution?

And while you're at it, explain to me also how the United States of America became some huge shark,  one that will drown, die, and sink downward into darkness the second it stops moving forward? Explain to me why we can't afford to stop?  Stop and focus and take the time and effort to do what the law says must be done when those in power have betrayed the public trust? 

Explain it to me, and then look back into the events, external and internal, of your own life and tell me when you decided that you, as a citizen in a larger group of citizens, began to believe that it was a good thing, an advisable, comfortable course of action, to ignore these things, to forget the Constitution, to assume things would work out fine for you and me and those who will live in America after you and I are gone.  Was it one singular event that convinced you?  Or did you just let it fade from your consciousness over time? Was it an act of determination or one of resignation?  Are you proud of it?  Do you think about it all?

Because I have to tell you, a fair number of people I know, that I trust even, have looked me in the eye and told me it was okay with them, that it was advisable even, for Bush and Cheney to get away with their crimes. That the country couldn't stand it, that there aren't any politicians that we can trust enough to do the job right, that the Democrats might fail, might lose their hard-won advantage, that bigger problems are happening now, that we should let it go because it was all in the past. Enough people have had that argument with me that I'm assuming some portion of you guys feel that way too. 

Feel that way despite this.

Or this.

Because a lot of seemingly good, decent folks believe these things, I assume there are some good reasons for doing so. I guess, given enough time and argument, I might come to understand, if not agree with, some of them.  Someday maybe, but today, right now, I do not get it.  I do not understand.

I understand Thomas Tamm:

And we learned that the only way that we can be kept safe is for the government to break our laws?  I just disagree with that. I think that we are stronger and better as a nation when we follow the Constitution, when we follow the statutes, and when we follow the rule of law.

I understand Glenn Greenwald:

What you have is a two-tiered system of justice where ordinary Americans are subjected to the most merciless criminal justice system in the world. They break the law. The full weight of the criminal justice system comes crashing down upon them. But our political class, the same elites who have imposed that incredibly harsh framework on ordinary Americans, have essentially exempted themselves and the leaders of that political class from the law.

They have license to break the law. That's what we're deciding now as we say George Bush and his top advisors shouldn't be investigated let alone prosecuted for the laws that we know that they've broken. And I can't think of anything more damaging to our country because the rule of law is the lynch pin of everything we have.

I understand Barbara Jordan:

I join in thanking you for giving the junior members of this committee the glorious opportunity of sharing the pain of this inquiry.  Mr. Chairman, you are a strong man and it has not been easy but we have tried as best we can to give you as much assistance as possible.

Earlier today, we heard the beginning of the Preamble to the Constitution of the United States, "We, the people."  It is a very eloquent beginning.  But when the document was completed on the seventeenth of September 1787 I was not included in that "We, the people."  I felt somehow for many years that George Washington and Alexander Hamilton just left me out by mistake.  But through the process of amendment, interpretation and court decision I have finally been included in "We, the people."

Today, I am an inquisitor; I believe hyperbole would not be fictional and would not overstate the solemnness that I feel right now.  My faith in the Constitution is whole, it is complete, it is total.  I am not going to sit here and be an idle spectator to the diminution, the subversion, the destruction of the Constitution.

If you believe differently, tell me why. Try and help me understand it, please.

'I Know, But I Feel I Have To Speak Anyway'

Another movie in constant rotation in the cold: The Girl in the Café:

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Answers

North Decoder asks:

Here's my question:  Is Lee Enterprises -- and are other traditional newspapers -- on the brink of collapse because its subsidiary newspapers suck?  Or are they falling apart because informed people have found there are news sources out there that are better at providing news and information, like blogs (i.e. newspapers suck)?  Or is it something else?


The latter. Shit management.

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Had To

Had to:

GAFFNEY: May I state my position rather than you stating it? May I do that? My position is that it’s regrettable that any Americans died. It is regrettable that they had to die, but I believe they did have to die.

It's a little too easy and cheap to ask what precisely Gaffney has lost because of this war, not only because I don't believe you have to have friends in a war to give a fuck about whether that war was a mistake, but also because I don't think there's any personal stake that could convince me Gaffney is uttering some kind of profound truth here.

It's a little too easy and cheap to make qualifications for holding an opinion, like you have to be a woman to take a position on reproductive rights or be black to give a shit about racism or be gay to think marriage shouldn't be a way to bludgeon your morality into everybody's world. You don't have to have someone you love in harm's way to say what Gaffney said, so I don't want to go that route; you just have to be a complete and total jackass and that tendency crosses all manner of life circumstances and for the most part political spectra. HAD TO? Really? It's the blithe nature of the statement that chills and sickens me. Had To.

Had to, why? Because, as Chris Matthews so aptly points out (ack, wash off the cooties I got from writing that), Frank Gaffney needed to feel better. Frank Gaffney and all his warblogger friends and all the people who waved their red white and blue pom-poms around and baked an American flag cake and knitted the troops a scarf, they need to feel better about what they were doing. They need to feel good about it now, especially now, as the darkness is starting to settle in and Bush is on his way out and Marley's Ghost comes clanking up the stairs after them. No bit of undigested potato this, the karmic bitchslap's coming and you can hear it in the hopeless desperation in his words: Had To.

Here's the thing, about being sure you're saving the world. What you want is to be right, partly because you think that's the easy way out but mostly because your nightmare is basically what Gaffney's facing: In over his head, in over the heads of two countries, you can't let go of the line tethering you to your idea because your idea's all you've got left and if that's wrong, who are you then? Why did you do what you did, if it wasn't a question of had to? If you had a choice, if you frame everything you do in your entire life as a choice, and take away all the "had to" in your head, would you do anything differently? And if the answer to that question is yes, then you start wondering what on earth you're doing, and feeling bad about how much you lied to yourself and everyone around you, and recognizing that you have been a tremendous douchebag making excuses for yourself. Excuses like Had To.

For Frank Gaffney and a lot of other members of the We Love Fucking Freedom So Have Some Shoved Up Your Ass And Like It Corps, that kind of self-awareness isn't really an option. So they just repeat the excuses louder, until even Chris Matthews, who is the king of going along with whatever the popular storyline is at the moment and making up justifications later, looks at you  and says, "I'm going to send you three ghosts, motherfucker, be ready."

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