A little bird just brightened my day

Hugh Hewitt!  Scourge of the Left!  The dust jacket of his book, ‘Painting the Map Red’ says it’s “The book the Democrats don’t want you to read”!!

It “shows you how conservatives can take down the Democrats, expose their liberal extremism, and reignite the Reagan Revolution.”

It’s all about creating a PERMANENT REPUBLICAN MAJORITY!

And now, friends and neighbors, it’s $2.99 for the hardcover edition!

Folks, when they call a book “pulp” it’s because it’s the equivalent of buying mashed up sawdust.  At $2.99 (shipped?) for a five pound book, that’s CHEAPER than sawdust.  You should buy a load of these and use them to insulate the chicken coop.

I know I am thinking about it…

David Horowitz, we’ve found your soul twin

From CNN:

Iran’s hard-line president urged students Tuesday to push for a purge of liberal and secular university teachers, another sign of his determination to strengthen Islamic fundamentalism in the country.

With his call echoing the rhetoric of the nation’s 1979 Islamic revolution, Ahmadinejad appears determined to remake Iran by reviving the fundamentalist goals pursued under the republic’s late founder, Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini.

Ahmadinejad’s call was not a surprise — since taking office a year ago, he also has moved to replace pragmatic veterans in the government and diplomatic corps with former military commanders and inexperienced religious hard-liners.

Iran still has strong moderate factions but Ahmadinejad’s administration also has launched crackdowns on independent journalists, Web sites and bloggers.

Speaking to a group of students Tuesday, Ahmadinejad called on them to pressure his administration to keep driving out moderate instructors, a process that began earlier this year.

Dozens of liberal university professors and teachers were sent into retirement this year after Ahmadinejad’s administration named the first cleric to head Tehran University, sparking strong protests from students.

Purging Universities of Liberal Faculty? Who ever HEARD of such a thing? Yet another indication that Ahmadinejad is an ideologue- an enemy of freedom of expression and academic inquiry! The man must be stopped!

When we do it here, it’s different!

Matthew Yglesias on the Neocon Zeitgeist

They’re confused, and not very sharp:

Once upon a time, I thought the neoconservative right was sincere in its dedication to democracy-promotion. Then I came to the view that they were cynically lying. But then I started to come back around on this point, especially after I started living in Washington and gaining the ability to soak up a bit more of the atmosphere. They seem to be genuinely confused.

I like to think back to what Jonathan Schwarz had to say it about some time ago:

Life in the United States now is like being trapped on a jet piloted by people who keep claiming there’s a huge secret tunnel through the Rockies—and they’re going to use it to fly us all through to the other side. You just have to pray to god they know they’re lying.

They don’t know, Jonathan. They don’t.

Now watch the Real Estate Market. It’s about to fly through the Rockies.

you swallowed that? I was worried I was gonna step in it…

He’s traded his flight suit for a bookbag, and I’m not swallowing THAT either. Kathleen Parker, on the other hand, doesn’t even bother to hold her nose:

This theory occurred to me not long ago at an off-the-record luncheon with Bush and a hundred or so of his supporters. I was the guest of a guest, and welcomed the opportunity to observe the president in his natural habitat.

What I witnessed was revealing. Not only was the man fluent in the English language and intellectually agile, he was knowledgeable on a wide range of subjects raised during a 90-minute Q&A. Someone apparently had been slipping intellectual-curiosity tablets into Bush’s cola.

Wait, wait! I have an idea! Here’s how we make Bush seem less like an idiot… find a BIG PASSEL of even stupider people… No, you’re gonna love this, I promise…

Tucker Carlson= the bug. Fate and Jon Stewart= the windshield.

TRex with the gleeful forensic analysis of The Smoking Wreck (formerly known as the journalistic career of Tucker Carlson).

And it has been a long fall. I remember not two years ago, you were ubiquitous. Your self-satisfied smirk was everywhere. The sun never set on your arrogance, oh, yes, I remember! You were the de facto voice of former Reagan Youth everywhere, the pre-NeoCon avatar of a nation of Alex Keatons, all graduated from your cushy private universities and ready to take on the world with a million smug little quips and snotty asides. You gave hopes of relevance to a million mental midgets just like you who knew in their hearts that their fathers’ money and boarding-school bona-fides did made them, well, better than everyone else. Your smug condescension inspired an army of imitators. It’s thanks to you that the Hinderakers, the Jonah Goldbergs, and Ben Fergusons get any air-time at all. Those kids should be sending you flowers every day, shouldn’t they Tucker? Without you, they’d never have gotten past the Pox News green-room!

I gotta say, For me, Tucker’s most odious moment was when he conflated John Kerry and Osama bin Ladin because they both called GW’s Excellent Adventure “a disaster.”

I guess we’re all Osama now, turdstain.

Dance, turdstain, dance.

Continuing in the recent GOP fad

Of just saying WHATEVER THE FUCK comes into your head,

GOP senate candidate Tramm Hudson on the non-swimmability of black folk:

“I grew up In Alabama, and I understand, and I know this from my own experience, that blacks are not the greatest swimmers or may not even know to swim.”

Well, just put it out there, Tramm.

I hate to speculate as what he was talking about… but I have this horrible, horrible gut feeling he was talking about Katrina….

Anyone want to start a pool?

I told you he was crazy

I stayed out of the whole “Jeff Goldstein is on drugs” thing as much as possible, mostly because several things went through my head when I saw him writing love poems to his klonopin prescription:

1. This guy might actually have some serious problems, besides his generally obnoxious fulmination.

2. It’s not nice to pick on people who are crazy.

3. And, after all, the motherfucker might be crazy.

I actually said as much here.

And, as I said in that entry, “Sow the wind…”

While I was taking a bit more phlegmatic position on the sport of poking-it-with-a-stick-to-see-what-sort-of-funny-sound-it-makes, I was afforded a perspective on the proceedings one can enjoy from the bleachers, and I thought…. “This can’t end well.” Stopping in at Protein Wisdom one afternoon, I skimmed what was there, and, honestly, Goldstein didn’t appear to have much left but the Koolaid in his bucket and his rage.

You can’t back a guy into a corner and not expect him to come out swinging anything and everything he can get his hands on.

And boy, did he. Which brings us to the moral of the story, I suppose.

No person is more dangerous than a man with nothing left to lose.

I have to admit that I lost the thread on this whole semiotics and intention argument, but it certainly appeared that whatever ground Goldstein had gained through his tendentious arguments and academic esoterica was rapidly being undermined by someone with actual credentials and some experience in the trade. So, y’know, he ended the discussion the only way he knew how. “Fuck you, I’m going after your job and your family.” Nice one, Jeff.

However Goldstein tries to dress it up, outing someone’s family and place of employment is intimidation. I think that’s CLEAR TO EVERYONE BUT HIM and his behaviorally-challenged horde of commenters. (Has anyone else noticed that some of the commenters who do the dirtiest work have a remarkably similar tone to the proprietor himself? I suspect that if one were to undertake the odious task of sorting through the tidal wave of invective, the “I didn’t say it, one of my commenters did! And I refuse to be held responsible for it!” dodge would be revealed to be a fairly transparent feint. Of course, I could be completely wrong about this. The world fairly TEEMS with idiots and assholes.)

I do not know how much this might actually impact the Thersites Family’s lives, because I don’t really know what sort of mischief the denizens of Pastelandia are capable of getting up to.

I have actually chosen not to be those people who lives his life as if there was a slavering horde of murderers, islamofascist terrorists, stalkers, cyber-thiefs and muggers waiting just on the other side of my concealed-carry permit. I refuse to be held hostage by fear.

However, no one has ever “outed” me in an attempt to intimidate me. If you read my weblog closely, it’s not hard to figure out who I am, where I work and what band I am in. Easy for me to say, however, since I am a pretty big guy, my job is fairly secure and I don’t have a two-year-old.

I have had to live with intimidation, though, albeit when I was too young to really comprehend what was going on.

Back in the late 1970s, my mother took on the Klan. Long story short, there was a rash of home invasion murders in the neighborhood where we lived. This was a different time, you must understand, in the only recently desegregated South. The victims of the Columbus Stocking Strangler were exclusively little old white ladies. The Ku Klux Klan, perhaps not realizing that they were no longer held in the high esteem that they had once been, offered to maintain their concept of social order by patrolling our neighborhood in trucks, while toting high-powered rifles and two-way radios. (Um…. Minutemen, anyone?)

ANYWAY, my mother, Civil Rights Activist and firebrand that she was, circulated a petition saying (essentially) “Look, we don’t want a bunch of trigger-happy yahoos driving around shooting deer rifles at any young black man who happens to wander through our neighborhood.” 40,000 people signed it. The Mayor accepted it and instructed the police to run off anyone with more guns than teeth prowling around our neighborhood. You can imagine how this went over with the Honky Brigade.

The Stocking Strangler was eventually caught with no help from the Klan. However we had to live with police protection for a few months. I was too young to really comprehend why we were being watched by the police. I didn’t connect the killing of one of our family’s pets with the whole affair until years later. (My folks did their best to keep me blissfully unaware of what was going on around us.)

But, y’know, this whole flap between Protein Wisdom and Metacomments sorta reminds me of that. “You may have won this round, Batman…. but how do you like THIS?”

Resorting to threatening a family’s well-being is truly the act of a scoundrel. If Jeff Goldstein didn’t intend to intimidate Thersites and his family, then WHY does he keep publishing Thers’ work info and real name on his weblog? Dude. Knock it off. You’re starting to look like even MORE of an asshole.

A hard-on for bloodshed

Was quickly scanning TBogg (which is really inexcusable, since he usually makes me laugh out loud, though these days I am spending a LOT of my time talking about The Record), and saw a photo of Michelle Malkin holding a playing card.

Now, TBogg has had some fun with Malkin’s vBlogging, or whatever they’re calling the video thing over at Hot Air, and I have, y’know, like…. not watched any of them… so maybe, I thought, maybe Michelle took a break from race-baiting and demagoguery and she’s showing off her new card trick.

Gosh, I thought, that’s almost kind of sweet. Who knew? I like card tricks… I wonder what… oh, wait….

That card is the 1st Cav “Death Card”- the Ace of Spades with the Grim Reaper emblazoned on it.

The story goes, and I suspect that it is largely apocryphal, 1st Cav used to walk around the battlefields of Viet Nam after the shooting had stopped, sticking these cards into the mouths or hands of the enemy dead. There’s a scene in Apocalypse Now where Robert Duval as the maniacal Col “I love the smell of napalm in the morning” Willard is littering the battlefield with the Death Cards:

Lance: “Hey Captain, what’s that?”

Willard: “Death card.”

Lance: “What?”

Willard: “Death card. Letting Charlie know who did this.”



What is it about these [air conditioned, pampered] people that gets them all het up about killing people? I find it kind of unseemly. I mean, Captain Ed and The Malkins and LGF- fucking wannabe warriors one and all. Someone fill me in as to why they celebrate bloodlust a virtue.