Gee, I wonder why that is?

It’s the end of the world as we know it, it’s the end of the world as we know it, and Ross feels fine…

That column, if you define “column” as a deuce dropped on a golf course for lack of better alternatives, is simply one of the funniest things I’ve ever read.

Red Alert! Red Alert! Earth to Ross, come IN, please!

I read somewhere he was all the rage in conservative intellectual circles. Perhaps Ross never got the memo that Bush The Lesser was not conservative enough. In any case, man am I glad I’m a not a “public intellectual.” I’d feel like an idiot.

Several people have pointed out newly-minted NY Times op-ed page replacement of William “Never Met a War I Didn’t Like Or Had to Fight In” Kristol, admittedly an incredibly high bar to clear, Ross Douthat’s fabulous young man recollection of an encounter he had with a college gal.

One successful foray ended on the guest bed of a high school friend’s parents, with a girl who resembled a chunkier Reese Witherspoon drunkenly masticating my neck and cheeks. It had taken some time to reach this point–“Do most Harvard guys take so long to get what they want?” she had asked, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I wasn’t sure what to say, but then I wasn’t sure this was what I wanted. My throat was dry from too much vodka, and her breasts, spilling out of pink pajamas, threatened my ability to. I was supposed to be excited, but I was bored and somewhat disgusted with myself, with her, with the whole business… and then whatever residual enthusiasm I felt for the venture dissipated, with shocking speed, as she nibbled at my ear and whispered–“You know, I’m on the pill…”

Now it is certain that I cannot speak for Ross, nor anyone else with any authority, our particular and often peculiar predilections being essentially infinite in their uniqueness, but I just have to add one thing, being a 50 year old guy who can now bone around corners due to the lack of *ahem* oak I once carried with me with youthful vigor, and that is this: When I was Ross’ age at the time (early-mid 20’s?), in that situation, rational or not, knowing I would regret it or not, “liking” her or not, hearing, “You know, I’m on the pill…” would’ve pretty much sealed the deal and now would be nothing but a very fond memory.

As in, mad dogs and AK-47’s admonishing my youthful desires and warning me of the consequences would have only given me pause, and I mean REALLY short pause.

A bunch of great takes from far better writers:


James Wolcott.


It’s hard (no pun intended) for me not to feel sorry for Mrs. Douthat reading that priceless little gem. Kudos are in order for Ross’ ability to control his base instincts.

Update: Not that there is anything wrong with being gay!

My great flaw as a blogger is taking too many things for obvious granted. There is absolutely no way in the world I could care less about Ross’ sexual desires…I assume they’re just as unique as everyone else’s.

So I watch again as everyone appearing with TV Man is telling me what a great HHS Secretary Daschle would’ve been, how he’s one of “the good guys,” and how he got tripped up by a uniquely human error and just HAD to jump on the sword for Obama.


Until most people can understand the tax code and accounting rules, no one is going to be immune from the vagaries of either. Liberals keep crying about the lack of context in the stimulus bill, i.e., we’re only arguing about <5%, but do they stand up and point out the context in Daschle’s mistake?

When you’re a multi-millionaire and you get a tax bill that amounts to 128K, tops, and you have an accountant telling you it “might” be a problem, it’s not exactly top of mind. “Might?”

“OK, how about for the next 5 years you accountants and lawyers and all my pals figure it all out.”

Why is it so hard for the American public to figure out where the root of all the money lost lies? Christ, I’d pay higher taxes if I could figure out with confidence where all my tax dollars are coming from and going to in 10 minutes, and be confident I could figure out all other people and corporations’ in about the same amount of time.

The tax code and accounting rules are an embarrassing but decisive win for The Man.

Update: It goes without saying that if you let rich, land-owning white guys make the rules for long enough, even with 90% pure intention, which I think is ridiculously overestimated, the rules are gonna tilt a little towards the group making the rules over time.

Dems should NOT get in the way of radical tax reform.

Update 2: Lest you think I don’t have an idea or two of my own, read here. (You all hate it, right? Discuss.) Also, listening to zillionaires tell you what to think is not good for you.

Update 3: Seriously, how many Enron’s, World Com’s, AIG’s and Big Bank do you need to bitch-slap you into figuring it out? How can you fucking regulate something you can’t understand? Much less are blowing?


UPDATE*: Sorry for the all-caps, and getting all pissed off.

We’re in very bad shape. You’ll see.

John C. has a doozy, and his link to K. Layne is a must read.

Kristol’s hiring caused my cancellation of TIME, and apparently there were others.

I wonder if the NY Times had a similar lost reader problem.

The man is so wrong so consistently he makes the Catholic Church look ahead of our times.

Lovely Thanksgiving weekend as always. No drama, lots of laughs, great food and company.

Still, as a “TV fan” of General Barry McCaffrey, and seeing this story rocket around the blogosphere (thanks to the fine reporting at the NY Times), I sure am reminded of why I say, “Beware The Man.”

Depressing stuff. Even President Eisenhower wasn’t prescient enough to figure the media would be complicit in the crap that President Eisenhower warned us about.

I mean, ever hear a politician on either side of the aisle talk seriously about cutting the military budget? Fear sells. And fear sells weapons.

Perhaps we ought to centralize the media a bit more. Christ. Some things just aren’t that hard to see.

And McCain says he hasn’t read it. Don’t believe it? Why don’t you watch him say it.

3 pages.

Given that reading 3 pages of text would take a person with a brain about 10 minutes to read (meaning a stupid person) this is just another embarrassment.

I’m going all anarchist if McCain wins this election. I’ll be borderline if it is close. I can’t stand the stupid.

…if the NY Times doesn’t have some harder evidence than they have presented, they’re just another Corporate Hack.

The good news is that, hopefully, fewer people will trust without question their Corporate Media sources of information.


Politics is one fun game.  Poor St. McCain.  Couldn’t have happened to a better guy.

Adding, I don’t care.  But shouldn’t we impeach him or something?  And why does the lobbyist in question look to me, at least, so creepily like Mrs. McCain?

As Mother Mary no doubt said to Her parents, “I SWEAR I never touched him!”

At YKos, a prominent TIME person told me to renew my subscription.  “We want you back,” this person said.

I said, “Bill Kristol?” 

Then I asked, after a few more drinks, “Are you telling me I’m not the only one that cancelled their subscription (Ed:  Mine was 20 years or so) because you hired B.K.?”

“You’re not the only one.”

And now ol’ blood-loving, wrong every time Bill Kristol gets a job at the “liberal” NY Times.  One thing I love about the “intellectual” moniker, pause for money quote:

“The idea that The New York Times is giving voice to a guy who is a serious, respected conservative intellectual — and somehow that’s a bad thing,” Rosenthal added. “How intolerant is that?”

…that gets passed around so liberally, *cough* is that if Bill Kristol is defined as an “intellectual,” I’m among the smartest people on the fucking planet.  If I were as wrong as Kristol has been, as consistently as he as been, about as many things as he has been, I would’ve been on an unemployment line about 15 years ago.  I don’t have a wingnut welfare gig, nor a famous father, nor a love of war (thus ratings, thus money).

Thanks to Dr. Black, who also has this right.  When your world-view is as grossly twisted as Kristol’s, “intolerance” is a laughable criticism.  Respected by whom?  Other war-crazed, blood-loving–as long as it isn’t his–xenophobes?

My America is better than Bill Kristol’s.  And tougher, stronger, and smarter.

We are doomed as a nation when complete bloodthirsty lunatics get space on the NY Times Editorial page.  My money is in cash.

Bill Kristol:  Greatest patronage welfare recipient of all-time.

Kudos to the NY Times for showing their true colors. 

Vote with your wallet.

Update:  This is what I need to do to get a job at the New York Times?  Insinuate they should be prosecuted?  Rip them a new one?  Sign me the fuck UP.

Along with the numbers that 21.8% of United States income is “earned” by 1% of our people, this is more humilating stuff for a nation that once prided itself on its robust middle class.

Presumably, we’re trying to become your average Middle-Eastern Theocracy, where the Bigs light their Cubans with million-dollar bills while supining on their gold-plated couches, at the same time most of their subjects worry about food.  Or N. Korea, which is the same deal without the Islam.  Their religion is personal.  Kim Jong Il makes a hole in one every time he golfs.  Heck, if I saw that, I WOULD think he was God.

I found this quote from the first link most interesting, only because of the year.

That is an increase of more than 2 percentage points over the previous year and up from roughly 33 percent in the late 1970s. The peak for this group was 49.3 percent in 1928.”