Monthly Archives: October 2009

Going UnGalt

Is your terrorist gone Galt? Inquiring minds want to know.

Now where did I leave that pesky social security number?

I remember smoking a number in 1974, but it put so many noses out of joint I may have only smoked half of it, but I don’t think it was a social security number.

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Momma Momma We’re All Ballon Boys Now

This is sort of hilarious,

THE NON-EXISTENT LINE BETWEEN DAYTIME AND PRIMETIME…. For various media figures derisive of the White House’s criticism of Fox News, there seems to be some confusion over the nature of the problem.

For much of the media establishment, Fox News and MSNBC are somehow bookends, one on the right; one on the left. The prior has Beck, O’Reilly, and Hannity; the latter has Schultz, Olbermann, and Maddow. Both are cable news networks with primetime commentators who bring a certain perspective to their political analysis. So, the establishment asks, what’s the big deal?

In the end everyone on TV is “on” when we the peeps see them, and personality and marketing go hand in hand, so that all television news has a component of manipulating the viewer into liking the personality of the presenters whomever they may be. It isn’t a matter of trusting television any more, but of liking the presenters who present what you want to see and hear. This includes using the young and the nubile to attract the male, demonstrably graphic susceptible in the AM, to watch the more mature and wizened haircuts divine.

The Logical Conclusion Of Matters

Elder Bush Decries Lack of Civility in Politics

“When our son was president they just hammered him mercilessly and I think obscenely a lot of the time and now it’s moved to a new president,” he added.

With a chuckle, Mr. Bush said his son’s critics “weren’t singled out as much as they should have been.”

No one could have known that Lee Atwater’s politics of personal destruction could have reached the point it did.

I agree with the former president on both points. I agree with Atrios too. That’s what they do.

Personally I doubt the glory days are over for the individual blogs so long as people want analysis, fact checking and opinion not filtered through the corporate charcoals that no amount of passion, wit or drama can flavor. In the end that is what the Village People are too, distilled, not refined.

A Decent Respect For The Opinion Of Mankind

I’ve always loved those words, rarely showed it I suppose, but nonetheless they inspire the best in man in the worst of times. So to to you as well I hope. That of course puts me in a position of having to explain the flying cork last month, to some who may have only been here for the parade, charades and the man on the flying trapeze, instead of the whole enchilada.

That’s the way I am man.

Anyway, this is how it is with you guys sometimes, and I can’t take too much too close like that, and so having seen a need in the world for something to hate, and I brought it all in as close and personal as I could for my own spiritual survival. That too is the way I am.

So That Makes The US A Superfund Site

Pope warns of ‘new colonialism’

Opening a three-week synod of African bishops, he said political colonialism was over.

But he said the developed world continued to export materialism – which he called “toxic spiritual rubbish” – to the continent.

Good thing no one listens to the Pope anymore…at least there is hope that Africa can have universal dead peasant insurance like Muricans do.

Slipping Beneath The Waves

Apparently the rats forgot to bail.

When the International Olympic Committee voted against Chicago’s bid for the 2016 Olympics this morning — after the President and First Lady flew to Copenhagen to push for it in person — the Weekly Standard newsroom burst into applause.

“Cheers erupt at Weekly Standard world headquarters,” wrote editor John McCormack in a post titled “Chicago Loses! Chicago Loses!”

The line was quickly removed, but ThinkProgress caught it in time and posted a screenshot of the post.

Just when you think you’ve seen it all. Tomorrow I would imagine they will all be in awe, standing outside watching the sun rise.

I originally logged in to dial back on my media diatribes, after all it was a pretty wide brush I was using, and I am somewhat aware of the real life realities of having a job, and having to do as you are asked to do by superiors. Obviously my attitude is not conducive to a wide range of that sort of behavior.

I would be lying if I didn’t admit to challenging more than one CEO or general foreman during the inevitable speech to the entire company explaining that there was a necessary reduction of force, due to circumstances beyond their control. I make more lists that way.

Anyway, the ninety percent of you journalists deserve an apology, which you aren’t going to get from me, but I’ll keep my eyes open for someone apologizing and pass it along. I figure five percent of you are deadwood and ought to write that novel you have in you. The other five percent are probably beyond redemption as far as journalistic integrity is concerned anyway, after all that wasn’t what got you where you are anyway, is it?

The upside to forgiving my ass is that you ought to be able to forgive just about anything anyone, especially those close to you, has done, or does in the future to offend you. But you need not thank me for pushing your level of tolerance and understanding to a higher level. Watching and listening to you is its’ own reward. I might ought to charge you for taking your thin skinned asses to a new level of alligator hide.

Of course the other ten percent of you can just kiss my ass and we’ll call it even.