July 2009


Dedicated to my anonymous old pal…Frank, I think. Ex-to-current birfer.

Thers should go pro, since things are so weird.

With sincere apologies to Thers The Great, Stewart had it best. But Jon S. charges a little more fucking money than Thers for the laughs. As it were, in a manner of speaking.

My favorite part is the birth announcement in the local paper. Fantastic fascist Muslim socialism-take-over-plotting, no question. Why aren’t Barry’s parents getting more props? That birth announcement in the local paper when nobody cared was government-takeover genius.

Deal with it.

Thanks, IOZ.

Concise and obvious.

Based on the less blog reading I’m doing, it’s a good call. The Stoopid is now out of hand.

Too depressing to bother.

If not a gay Muslim fascist communist abortionist terrorist non-American citizen painfully centrist and imperialistic militaristic Democrat.

I dunno, I found the whole thing sort of hard to argue with.

It gets better as it goes on.

Update: I mean, at the end there where the President says, “And God bless the United States of America” you can tell he doesn’t mean it. *eye-roll*

The wonderful Hilzoy is apparently calling it quits.

I cannot tell you how good she is. Never profane, obviously brilliant, objective, and immensely articulate. I suspect there are few people who blog, and quite a few who don’t, that don’t check in with Hilzoy on any given issue for a pure crystallization of what I, at least, was often thinking, only much more clearly put than my skills allow.

It’s weird when it hits you how badly you’ll miss someone you’ve never met.

Update: I’m not going to be alone.

All the best, H.

I had no idea who V. Part is, except that I recognize her name from some of the posts on James Wolcott’s VF blog.

She’s a ballet dancer, as it turns out (sorry, Mr. W., I stop reading when you get to the arts, generally speaking) and since I’m out here in fly-over country, and was raised in pretty rural quarters, ballet holds slightly less interest to me than soccer. (Sarah Palin and the GOP make me confused about my Ameri-uality. Always figured I qualified.)

I appreciate the art and skill in both, very much in fact, but neither captures my heart.

So, because of this post, I wandered over and watched the charming and lovely Veronika Part on the Letterman show, and I can see why Mr. Wolcott is (hilariously, self-awarely, artistically) smitten. Veronika was quite charming, indeed, and it was fun to watch Dave sense the need for a gentle touch.

Just a lovely little blog post. I’m now a V. Part fan.

…made it all too complicated to deal with for a sane person trying to keep their family fed, on purpose, but yes, this “politics” stuff actually tends to matter quite a bit.

Good Atriosan post by John (? Certainly not me.) filling in for Dr. B.

Like Amanda, I wonder what kind of cred I need amongst the geniuses who decide who I am to qualify as a “real American.”

I spent all my formative years (3-19) in rural IL. We didn’t lock houses, my Mom left the keys to the car in the ignition, we had a dead camper in the gravel driveway, shoes and shirts were basically an outcome of sports, school, or cold weather, we were surrounded by miles of corn and soybeans, above-ground pools, all-white, 4 Churches at least in a metropolis of <2000, playing whatever games or sports were in season or we could invent, first SO an actual farmer's daughter, having a hundred parents, walking or bicycling everywhere, several miles on foot from time to time, local carnival the Big Event, people taking care of people in general, a truly Republican wet dream and voting bloc.

It's pretty hard not to get offended by weirdo douchebags like Ivy-League Boy Ross Douthat trying to tell me who a real American is.

Unless Ross wants to claim that real Americans are morons.

I swear to FSM that the only problems I had with Palin are that she’s the perfect realization of every woman of whom Ross never thought was worthy in H.S., pretty and getting everything from that and her ability to leverage it, ultimately 100% unconcerned about how you faired w/r/t how she treated you, a goddamn beauty queen-cum-5-college-“journalism” major for FSM’s sake, a classic mean-girl bitch, stupid and uninterested to boot. There are 20 women within one degree of me personally that I would rather have POTUS.

Sarah, in short, is not someone you want to drive the bus, as it were.

I just don’t understand why that makes me less of a real American. And nothing quite gets me as prickly than being called, directly or not, “elite” or even implied unpatriotic. My knee-jerk reaction is a very emphatic “Fuck you.”

Ross has a NY Times column, and that is why I’m 75% cash.

(Well, to be fair to Ross, the idea that Bill Kristol has a job or 5 is also pretty good reason to believe the Apocalypse is upon us.)

Sling Blade, for which B.B. Thornton will never lose my respect completely pretty much no matter what he does from here on in. It’s an amazing movie, and amazing performance. I have free PPV this month, and caught it for the second or third time, first in many years, and just thought, “Boy, that’s a good movie.”

(Side note: The first time I ever “saw” it, it was VCRVille, and all that was working was audio. While I was trying to fix the video, I first heard B.B.T.’s voice of Carl. I wound up listening to the whole thing. That was my first “view” of the movie.

To see what a good actor BBT is, watch Sling Blade and Bandits back to back.

And a shout out to Dwight Yoakam for playing someone we’ve all met, to perfection, in Sling Blade.

I’m watching many consecutive hours of “Palin RESIGNS!” coverage, and it doesn’t take too much time for someone to mention how weird and/or stupid it was for her to announce this on this Friday because no one is paying attention. Friday (and a Holiday!) news dump day and all.

But no one ever says, “Despite our best efforts.”

If she wanted to make news, she did. I think this is what they mean by, “gifted natural politician.”

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