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Johnson successfully painted Goldwater as an extremist and right winger. The Johnson staff took Goldwater's campaign slogan of "In your heart, you know he's right" and morphed it into "in your guts, you know he nuts" and "in your heart, he's too far right." All of Johnson's ads concluded with "the stakes are too high for you to stay at home." The famous "daisy ad" which had a little girl picking daisies just before a nuclear attack, was probably the most effective ad for the Johnson campaign. That ad only aired once.When you say "radical right" today, I think of these moneymaking ventures by fellows like Pat Robertson and others who are trying to take the Republican party and make a religious organization out of it. If that ever happens, kiss politics goodbye .
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is understood by a normal man. It is a dimension as empty and vapid as space. It is the middle ground between insanity and evil, between creationism and global warming denying, and it lies between in the pit of American's fears and the summit of their stupidity. This is the dimension of Demint's demented. It is an area we call the Teabag Zone.
The problem is Lewis is right. Most of this country could care less about the issues and would rather vote for someone that is "fun to have a beer" with or would be a good "roll in the hay." It doesn't matter that our previous beer buddy and current old man's wet dream both have a minimal grasp of reality, not one iota of worldliness and zero intellectual curiosity - they were (and are) very entertaining.
The Pilgrims had a set of beliefs that were different from the rest of English society and the Church of England. Wishing to practice as they believed, these "Separatists" formed their own church in the small village of Scrooby in England.
Then there is the media contribution to the decline of religious tolerance. For two weeks the legitimate mainstream media was held hostage by an evil, deranged Pastor in Florida who threatened to burn Korans on 9/11. First "Ladies and gentlemen, we have to recognize that Islam is not a religion. It is a worldwide political movement meant on domination of the world. And it is meant to subjugate all people under Islamic law." He characterized the American Muslim community as "Islam light" and went on to say Muslims "want to take over and we want to impose Sharia on you. And before long, ladies are going to be dressed in burqas and whatever garments they would put on them, and next thing you know, men are going to be allowed to have wife-beating and you'll be beheading adulterers and so on and so forth."Not to be outflanked, Evangelical Pastor Grant Swank said the following:
Now with this being reality, it is time to erect the internment camps worldwide. Put Muslims into those camps. There is no safety for the planet unless we lock up every potential killer. Every Muslim is just that.
Here are the takeaways for the United States. First, the most compassionate thing we can do for Americans is to bring a halt to the immigration of Muslims into the U.S. This will protect our national security and preserve our national identity, culture, ideals and values. Muslims, by custom and religion, are simply unwilling to integrate into cultures with Western values and it is folly to pretend otherwise. In fact, they remain dedicated to subjecting all of America to sharia law and are working ceaselessly until that day of Islamic imposition comes.
Which came first - journalists turning into to a bunch of sideshow barkers because the only thing Americans want is to be entertained or Americans losing any semblance of reality because the once noble profession of journalism has turned into nothing more than a conduit to sell Tide and Toyotas?
No matter how far and fast the economy is collapsing, no matter how many people are out of work, no matter how many bridges collapse, and no matter how many people cannot afford health care - there is never enough time to report about the comings and goings of Sarah Palin, Michele Bachmann, Bobby Jindal, Sharron Angle, Rand Paul and now Joe "the Senator" Miller. Talking about how these guys can (or will) win their respective elections is fun and exciting. Talking about kids with cancer and people being thrown out of their houses is boring and depressing.
Sarah Palin and her descamisados are not news - they are a cult void of ideas and thought. The Palinistas derive their cohesiveness from hate and subliminal racism. The fact that Palin may be an intellectual zero and one of the stupidest pieces of shit to ever enter this theater of the absurd matters little to "news" organizations, Sarah Palin generates ratings. Whether it is her looks, her lunacy or her lack of intelligence - showing that farbissenah punim on the teevee sells. And when something sells -- it is the media's best interest to keep that hawker in full public view. The Teabaggers are not a true political movement - they are a bunch of people united by their anger and empty rhetoric towards things they simply do not comprehend or realize are important and necessary to their own lives. The fact that they are propped up by a bunch of rich businessmen who do have a vested interest in changing the status quo again does not matter to "news" organizations. What matters is they yell loud enough and have enough offensive signs. And people tune in - America loves to be entertained by their stupidity.
With the fourth estate having little teeth, smart politicians (or politicians with smart advisors) have become blatant in their contempt and disregard for the press. They can (and will) lie their asses off knowing there will simply be no accountability anymore. These politicians feel empowered by the timidity of the press. They don't have to debate, they don't have to put themselves through any tough questioning, they don't even have to have any ideas. They just have to act like the Unknown Comic or Gene Gene The Dancing Machine from The Gong Show and they get their 15 minutes over and over and over again. Just look at Sarah Palin - she should have been gonged a long time ago.
Airport - Pilot Dean Martin knocks up stewardess (this was pre-flight attendant days) Jackie Bisset. His answer "I'll make sure you don't go to a some butcher two flights up over a drugstore." How comforting. A very paranoid and sweating Van Heflin (who, in an obvious plot giveaway - buys flight insurance with coins) boards the plane with a bomb and sits next to stow-away and old bag Helen Hayes. How convenient. Preggers Bisset convinces Hayes to help get the bomb. They fail. Martin tries to get the bomb from Heflin. Heflin runs to bathroom when drunk yells "he's got a bomb." How stupid. Blows hole in plane. Bisset gets shards in her eyes. George Kennedy gets plane to return safely. Hayes gets free flights for life. Go home. Hayes wins Oscar. Go figure.
Airport 75 - Passenger list right out of Hollywood Squares - Norman Fell, Sid Ceasar, Erik Estrada, Beverly Garland and old bag Myrna Loy. Un-possessed Linda Blair needs a kidney and is in a wheelchair. Singing nun-possessed Helen Reddy (that is Sister Helen), serenades her (oh no, not Dominique- nique). Little plane smashes into big plane. Pilot dead. Co-pilot dead - who ya gonna call? - cross-eyed Karen Black. George Kennedy sees trouble again. Reading the tablets, ex-boyfriend Charlton Heston ("it's a mad house") using chariot racing skills and decides to "drop in" and fly the plane. "It's like putting a raw egg back in its shell." Saves plane from that giant ape in the sky. Older bag Gloria Swanson slides down emergency chute, revealing the crotch of a 77 year old. You do the math or visual. Go home.
Airport 77 -
Concorde - Airport 79. You want to know where Saddam hid those WMDs - right in this movie. This one has it all. George Kennedy finally gets to fly the plane - the super sleek Concorde. Susan Blakely knows boyfriend Robert Wagner is selling arms illegally. Wagner knows Blakely knows. Blakely knows Wagner knows she knows. Boards plane with incriminating documents. Bad idea. Her fellow travelers at the speed of sound are Eddie Albert who is head of the airline (Green Acres ain't the place to be), Jimmy Walker (who smokes a lot of dope), old bag Martha Raye (who pees a lot), the entire Russian gymnastics team with old bag coach Mercedes McCambridge's (yes that voice of the devil from The Exorcist is now coaching the balance beam), and Cicely Tyson who is carrying a heart (yes a heart) in an ice box. Wagner orders a missile to chase the plane (and kill Blakely). Kennedy does a few rolls and avoids it. Lots of screaming, heart stays in ice box. Good move and bad move. Wagner orders heat seeking atomic missile to shoot down plane. Ingenious Kennedy, defying all laws of physics, turns off engines to stop the heat and then opens the cockpit window, blows out cabin pressure and sticks his hand outside and fires a flare gun to give the heat-seeking missile a false target.
Earthquake - Had enough of planes. Overweight old bag Ava Gardner (whose pinup days are long gone) wears a negligee and carries a martini. Gardner is ignored by her father, Lorne Green (who at three years older than her, looks ten years younger), and neglected by her husband, ex-stunt pilot Charlton Heston. She tries to kill herself. Tremors hit. Victoria Principal steals donuts. Walter Matthau gets drunk. Marjoe Gortner goes nuts (well he is nuts). Heston runs to girlfriend Genevieve Bujold. Bujold: "I'm not a nympho, but I am no Mary Poppins either." Heston: "I'm not Billy Graham either exactly, but I am no satyr." You just cannot top that, so at this point GO HOME. By the way Gardner drowns. In a sewer.