Yee gods. I just got back from Constantine. Message to Vertigo: it sucks. It sucks so bad that I couldn't get anyone to go see it with me. Theater was pretty full for a Sunday night, but they were just part of the army of zombies that Keanu received as compensation for that stinky pile also known as Matrix Revolutions.
In a way, it's kind of a fitting end to the whirl wind week we had. Although I can't find hard statistics on this, I think that well over 100 Iraqis died this week - something like 2000 people, proportionate to the US population. Heck, it could be way higher than that because at least 50 of them died Saturday. Lord only knows how many wounded by I'm sure there's an ungodly number of maimed that get classified under the antiseptic term "wounded".
And as far as I can tell, the War Whorestm seem completely oblivious to the massive numbers of dead and are whistling past the grave yard hoping the whole thing will blow over and that the "purple finger" will be victorious in the end. Hearing Hillary say that the massive death count only showed how weak the insurgency is just reminded me once more why I simply can't wait for 2008 - I'll just shoot myself now and get it over with.
There were several bright spots this week, though. For instance, the blossoming of the whole Gannon/Guckert affair. It's not often you get to see a bunch of rabid homophobes defend the "private" life of a male escort and his god given right to wank off the president in public. Just seeing Jeff Goldstein ball up his tiny fists and shake them at the evil, evil left was pretty much worth the price of the ticket. I see his computer imploded from the sheer depths to which Jeff is willing to sink in pursuit of degrading all that is good and right with life.
As I write this, Jeff is breaking the news that Hunter S. Thompson is dead of apparent self inflicted gun shot wound.
Somehow that is fitting as well.
JHCORFC! Why on EARTH did they have Constantine chewing a stick of gum at the end of the movie? Why? WHY?
Anyways, it's good to see that the BLOG OF THE YEAR is populated by the biggest dicks of the year as well. And what the hell is up with Ann Coulter? Riddle me this, Batman: Michael Moore is considered to be the spokesman for the left when he sits with Jimmy Carter. What the hell is Ann Coulter, then? I keep hearing how she's been kicked out of the republican party, but she keeps showing up places trying to bring back McCarthyism. Call me old fashioned, but actually arguing for the return of McCarthyism seems to me to be a six sigma event.
So I'm getting used to the idea that things are going to get a heck of a lot worse before they get any better. I think David Brooks' recent decent into madness after too many tokes on the crack pipe literally is the fist broken seal of the apocalypse. I mean, how on earth can anyone read those terrible 754 words and not come away shaking your head in sadness of a mind lost to the horror of drugs. And think about it. Would anyone actually notice if David Brooks wrote every column while on Psilocybin?
I've got fifty bucks that say no.
So I guess we'll see what this next week brings. Gannon/Guckert (not Goldstein) still seems to have "legs" (hey, 8+ inch long) so who knows how this is all going to end - Rove with an apple in his mouth served on a silver platter could be right around the corner, you never know. I heard that the Iraqi and US forces (that is, the US forces) are currently rounding up the usual suspects. After watching Rummy literally walk out of Senate testimony last week like he didn't have time for such losers, I imagine the man has a lot on his mind and that despite the war whores' deepest collective wish, things really are as shitty as they appear from over here.
Sooner or later some adult is going to have to say the emperor has no clothes. It's been astounding to me personally how long these jokers have been able to get away with it. Maybe Rove has discovered the political equivalent of perpetual motion. Maybe they'll never, ever have to pay a price and things will continually be in a shitty state with no resolution, continually living in fear that the whole seething mess is going to fall to pieces at any moment.
Or not. Sometimes it's the strangest things that bring the whole house of cards tumbling down.