May 2007 Archives

I know the game has been played for as long as humans have been walking upright - probably even longer - but still, one would have thought that if the Fourth Estatetm really took its job seriously it would be well aware of this strategy and start holding people's feet to the fire and asking some seriously hard questions. Alas, that is a far different reality than the one we live in. Still, it's fun to point out the obvious and rant a bit about the glaring obviousness of it all and mock those poor deluded saps who form the pundit class for their spotless record in ignoring the Blue Whale perched on the sofa next to them.

I'm speaking, of course, about the steady "drip, drip, drip" of what can only be described as "essence of fucking reality" that's now starting to seep out between the cracks in the dam that Guild Navigator Rove has carefully constructed over the past 6 years.

Tom Mcguire's brain in an inflamed and highly enlarged stateItem 1: Plame was ‘covert’ agent at time of name leak

No surprise here, of course. After all, the CIA did their own investigation, determined that she was covert and then asked Justice to fucking prosecute the idiot who publicly trashed her covert identity in the name of politics. But in what has to be the most stunning tribute to the ability of humans to outdo Ostriches at their own game, Tom McGuire - the "goto" guy in the outstanding right wing gallery of truly obnoxious morons for all things Plame - claims that we still don't know whether she was covert or not and in all probability she never was. Tom is the kind of guy who if he was standing in New Orleans on August 29, 2005, as the city was being scoured clean by hurricane Katrina would be claiming that he's unsure of whether this is really a hurricane as his pathetically dense head was smashed repeatedly against a nearby levee (strangely, causing him no damage what so ever).

All of this is, of course, dutifully and excruciatingly documented by Glenn Greenwald over at his most excellent blog. If there's any justice at all (and, yes, I know that there is NOT), these jokers will simply be laughed into non-existence and their internet presence stricken from even the great archives that shall not be touched.

Item 2: Lou Dobbs is a fucking liar.

Obviously, this is so straight forward and easy to demonstrate that it hardly bears mentioning except that so many of my Savage listening friends keep bringing the stupid fat boob up in heated arguments over immigration. Worse, Lou is consistently pointed to as a Democrat, which irks me to no end. The jerk is a populist - much like other famous fascists - and I can't for the life of me find any other Democrat - big "D" or small "d" who claims the man. Look people. "Sticking up for the little guy" is - like - one of the 10 oldest tricks in the book. And if you can't see it for what it is then you simply deserve to be pummeled repeatedly about the head and neck by the dynamic wrestling tag team of Bill O'Reilly and Lou Dobbs - the combined density of both, while in the same room, will actually cause Space-Time to visibly curve to the naked eye.

Item 3: Records: Senators who OK'd war didn't read key report.

This item comes from the absentee Anne Zooke who seems to have popped up to have her suspicions confirmed regarding perhaps one of the biggest scams to have ever been perpetrated in human history.

Reading juicy tidbits like this always compel me to revisit the past statements of the luminaries in question so I went an re-read H.R.C's floor speech on the Authorization to Use Military Forcetm, upon who's flimsy shoulders this whole charade rests. It's quite amusing to read the text again realizing that - beyond a shadow of doubt - she didn't do her homework at all. Yea, yea, yea. I'll take Hillary over anything the Republicans will dish out in '08. But My God. Can we at least have a president who will actually do the tough work in politics for once? Yea. I know the answer to that.

Still, you got to love quotes like "was briefed on the document "numerous times, and read the executive summary." I mean, my eyes roll in response to such stuff. It's stunning to still think that people actually believe that putting the word "executive" before summary will make the rubes believe it is actually better to read that summary because executives are so busy they don't have time to actually deal with the details of a boring old NATIONAL INTELLIGENCE ESTIMATE that formed the basis in going to fucking war. It truly is a strange reality where it has become the accepted norm that real executives simply aren't detail oriented and leave all that petty stuff to their legion of minions to properly digest and spit up so the master can feast upon the "executive summary". My god. Just admit you're like baby birds being fed pre-chewed food out of their mother's beak because you simply don't have the brains or discipline to actually figure out what's going on and that you're simply unable to function in the real world of facts and ambiguity. As Anne points out, the killer quote from this piece is

The National Intelligence Estimate concluded that the United States had "compelling evidence" that Iraq was restarting its efforts to develop a nuclear bomb and had concealed stockpiles of chemical and biological weapons from U.N. inspectors after the cease-fire that ended the 1991 Persian Gulf War.

That was wrong (....)


Item 4: Right-wing blogger geniuses expose another journalistic fraud!

Another one from Glenn, who does journeyman's work on such stuff, naturally. Still, it really is kind of weird to see this bizarro fantasy repeatedly played out on the right. It's like watching that pathetic kid who did one thing that gained him a lot of attention so he keeps doing it over and over and over and over again. I guess the combination of "something you can do on your computer with photoshop and google" paired with the almost genetic like imprinting the heady days of "Rather-gate" had on their collective souls is not something to be discounted. Still, it really is just simply pathetic. It's like watching a monster size John Bircher striding across the intertubes constantly pointing out that everything - everything!!! - leads right back to the Trilateral commission.

But then, this really does sum up almost all of the right wing blogosphere in one nice and easy to digest package. If they ever come close to self-analysis, it's only to point out how they really don't point out enough how fucking awesome they truly are.

Is the collective (all five of them!) squeal of libertarians upon seeing the fundamental premise of Ayn Rand definitively consigned to the circular file of history.

If It Feels Good to Be Good, It Might Be Only Natural

The results were showing that when the volunteers placed the interests of others before their own, the generosity activated a primitive part of the brain that usually lights up in response to food or sex. Altruism, the experiment suggested, was not a superior moral faculty that suppresses basic selfish urges but rather was basic to the brain, hard-wired and pleasurable.

So I guess they're going to have to fall back on defense of slavery and the ever popular appeal to drug use which has so far catapulted their movement to somewhere close to a half a percentage point of the national presidential vote.

Well, it's either that or quietly sulk in their bedroom, fondling their guns muttering about "some day".

Damn you nature! Damn you to hell!

When I first thought of what possibilities the internet held, probably the last thing on my mind was the sheer horror I can now experience on a daily basis as the apparently endless onion like layers of incompetence, ignorance and just plain evil are peeled back to reveal ever more surreal pieces of reality that have been carefully crafted over the last six years. It's like the great big dam of stupidity has been breached and all the idiocy they had stored up has been rushing free, carving great gouges in the soft earth of sanity as it speeds downhill, seeking the lowest point on the moral plane it can find.

Republicans in 2008The Republican 2008 Presidential pre-primary debates were certainly a spectacle to behold. Holding the first debate in the hallowed chambers of the only icon that binds their pathetic tribe together - i.e. Ronald Reagan's library - reminded me of the members of a Cargo Cult, dutifully dressed in their carefully crafted mock uniforms, speaking intently into their coconut radio simulacrums as their brothers man the mock runway lit with torches. The audience breathlessly waits expectantly for the holy Reagan to appear and shower them with political purpose, direction and policy. And like all Cargo Cult rituals, the result is always less than satisfying, leaving the bulk of the participants restless and angry that the gods simply don't seem to be listening to their perfectly performed pantomime.

Well, the world is a moderately better place now that Jerry Falwell has shuffled off the mortal coil. And with all apologies to its fine residents, I can't help but snicker at the name of the city: Lynchberg. If there truly is the afterlife he imagined, then he's now roasting on the very flames he wished were in store for those he made a career of vilifying.

It's kind of funny - peculiar, not "ha ha" - to see people restrained in their joy at seeing this demon finally leave us. Certainly, this man had no such compulsions himself. He made a career at driving wedges and orchestrating cage matches between populations that would have otherwise lived quite happily in harmony with each other. That's something I find particularly evil. Sure, not as evil as say, Hitler. But I would find things sadly arranged if Hitler was the bar that loathsome people had to rise to before we celebrated in glee at their passing.

There she be off starboard bowVia the great white whale

Extreme ways are back again
Extreme places I didn't know
I broke everything new again
Everything that I'd owned
I threw it out the windows, came along
Extreme ways I know, will part
The colors of my sea
Perfect color me

Extreme ways that help me
They help me out late at night
Extreme places I had gone
But never seen any light
Dirty basements, dirty noise
Dirty places coming through
Extreme worlds alone
Did you ever like it planned

I would stand in line for this
There's always room in life for this

Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does

Extreme songs have told me
They held me down every night
I didn't have much to say
I didn't give up the light
I closed my eyes and closed myself
And closed my world and never opened
Up to anything
That could get me at all

I had to close down everything
I had to close down my mind
Too many things to cover me
Too much can make me blind
I've seen so much in so many places
So many heartaches, so many faces
So many dirty things
You couldn't even believe

I would stand in line for this
It's always good in life for this

Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does


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