Short odds

These people are going to die by the score. Either that or they’re going to be kidnapped and beaten like someone else’s mule.

Is there any way that any of you can think of that we can make money off of this? It’s just such a sure thing… Few things in life have this level of certitude. I mean, I hate to imply that we should profit from their suffering, but it really is a result of their own flagrant disregard for anything resembling the sense one would find in a domestic duck.

I Feel Safer Already

Guy steals a bus, drives it right up to the airport. (He didn’t stop to pack it full of explosives because he was just some knuckleheaded drunk with too much free time.) ‘Nother guy flies his plane around the Statue of Liberty a couple of times. Heightened security?

Just another day in a country on Orange Alert.

When is someone going to just say it? “We came up with this alert system to frighten you folks into surrendering more of your civil liberties.”

Judith Miller’s at it again

Her credibility not sufficiently squandered on Ahmed Chalabi, she reignites American paranoia about anthrax by citing statistics from tabletop crisis modeling. This operation was called “Scarlet Cloud.”

Seriously, who names these operations for Bushco? Is there some retired heavy metal guy kept in a closet in the White House? (Possibly one of eastern European or German origins?) Y’know, once a week they open the closet, and he falls out, hair all jacked around from the combination of Aquanet and an enclosed space, parachute pants as wrinkled as his face, white reboks all scuffed… He pulls himself together just long enough to say “Dude…. Scarlet Cloud…” (Or “Iron Fist…” or “Dude… Iron Hammer…”) Someone says “Thank you, JĀ½rgen,” then he’s grabbed up by his spangly shirt and thrown right back into the closet.

Or maybe it’s the Preznit himself… “Hey, Uncle Karl, how about Operation Anaconda? huhhuh… How about Operation Really Big Dick? huhuhuhuh…”

These people are as much an offense to aesthetics as they are an offense to reason, liberty and justice.

Required Reading

I am glad that Josh Marshall and I see eye-to-eye on most things, because the guy is so razor sharp that it’s a little frightening.

His deconstruction of Abe Foxman’s essay on the Geneva Accords is so lightning-quick and on target that now BOTH are required reading:

Abe Foxman.

Josh Marshall.

Interesting how criticism of Ariel Sharon is considered to be betrayal of Israel. Where else have I been hearing that kind of rhetoric lately? Hmmmm….

These people…

These people should start a club…. really. The hypocrisy of Rush Limbaugh’s attorney is just breathtaking. Roy Black has been doing the rounds of the morning shows screeching about Limbaugh’s right to privacy and the importance of protecting Rusty’s medical records from the light of day. Now don’t get me wrong, as much as I hate that fat sack of pills, I do think that medical records should be kept private. Especially when they might be used to deny someone health coverage (which they routinely are) and when they might be used to smear a party in a court case. Y’know, like a fat radio talk show host, or the victim in a rape trial, where the defendant is represented by none other than Roy Black.

Destroy a young woman’s life to protect some rich asshole from prosecution? Hey, why not just illegally obtain her medical records and spray them around to the media? (I have decided to dub the process of intentionally “leaking” documents to dozens of reporterers the Rove Spray. Because, y’know, a leak implies a sort of dripping action, not something so comprehensive and complete as hosing down the Press Corps…)

Bullets are too good for these people. Roy Black is a whore. He’s a soulless prostitute that traffics in other people’s criminality, and he’s more than willing to use whatever tactics he feels necessary to smear anyone that tries to bring his sleazy clients to justice, until they appear to be as filth encrusted and blackened as his cheap soul. Now he’s doing the Full Ginsburg standing up for Big Pharma’s “Right to Privacy.”

Hey, everyone has a right to privacy, as long as they can afford to pay Black’s fees.

Political Reporting 101

The fact that this article even has to be written is kind of disturbing.

For one thing, there are lots of anecdotes, and it’s much too easy to report only those that reinforce the reporter’s prejudices. The approved story line about Mr. Bush is that he’s a bluff, honest, plain-spoken guy, and anecdotes that fit that story get reported. But if the conventional wisdom were instead that he’s a phony, a silver-spoon baby who pretends to be a cowboy, journalists would have plenty of material to work with.

OK? Has anyone else besides Krugman pointed out that Bush is the phoniest phony cowboy ever? How many cowboys do you know that went to Yale? Anyone can buy some boots and a hat. Hell, I did. Nobody calls me a cowboy. Redneck, maybe…

Hey, Merry Christmas!

I waited all day to even mention it…

Just to spread a little holiday cheer, I thought I would hip you guys to what it’s like to be a true compassionate conservative. Nothing like taking one person’s experience with one single-mom (who probably has a substance abuse problem and a history of being sexually abused) and using it to tar every single poor person in the country.

Dear Ms. Graham-
FUCK YOU.

Why do I doubt the varacity of this story almost completely? If you’re going to resent the less fortunate when they continue to be less fortunate despite your sterling example of how to be rich, then please, don’t dirty your hands with it. Just don’t bother.