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Archive for October, 2005

Isn’ t That Special

In her continuing crusade to show benighted scum such as myself the shameful error of our ruthlessly partisan conniving un-Republican ways, Katherine Kersten, the Strib’s official ombiddysman, cranks up her calliope once again this week. This time she’s wheezing out more lies and smears about the Wellstone memorial service three years ago.

I hope she’s wearing her asbestos bloomers, because Norwegianity’s putting a blowtorch to her sanctimonious ass:

If I ever grow to be so psychotically partisan that I cannot sort out the talking points from the reality, just shoot me. What’s the point of thinking about anything if you lack the critical cognitive skills necessary to understand what’s happening?

In life, FIRST you figure out what happened, then you figure out how to fix it. The entire wingnut movement is based on knowing what you already know, then twisting heaven and earth to make all other facts fit into your world view.

It’s the kind of thing you take meds for, but oddly enough the hard right seems to find some kind of validation in making our round world fit into their square holes.

But that’s just the way they are. Still, you’d think that after THREE FUCKING YEARS they’d let this one go.

Think again. In fact, think as often as you like. If you’re not a koolaid drinking wingnut, it’s impossible to agree with them about what happened.

And remember, if it really had happened like they say, they’d be selling videotapes to prove it.

I wish Paul and Sheila’s children would OK such a release. I don’t think anyone could watch that three-hour tape and find any merit in Kersten’s disgustingly partisan spin and lies.

Power Liberal Smartie adds his .02:

The right has never exploited someone’s tragedy for political gain, right Katherine?

I’m not saying on the whole the Republican party is worse than the Democratic party. Both parties clearly have exemplars of virtue and shady figures in roughly equal proportion. That’s what makes this kind of dialogue so pernicious. Not only does it lead to a lack of communication with the other side, but it also creates a fertile breeding ground for corruption in your own because when you are absolutely convinced of the righteousness of your cause, it doesn’t make sense to question your leaders.

This is the politics of personality cults, not democracies. Kersten should be ashamed of being such a useful idiot for these hacks, and everyone on the right should be embarrassed that she is associated with them.

In addition to writing a column for the Strib, Kersten is shown here hard at work at her second job as the Biddy Superior of her church, Our Lady of Perpetual Rectal Moralizing Moral Rectitude.

Rainy Sunday Afternoon

Okay, kids: Imagine you’re me and it’s a rainy Sunday afternoon, and, as is your wont, you’re browsing through a couple thousand thumbnails of magazine covers.
Now, take a look at the following covers and determine the common unifying theme:

Yes. That’s right. Everybody’s got something to hide, ‘cept for me and my monkey.

At this point, what questions should you be asking yourself? Well, for starters:

Why are all these hubba-hubba gals accompanied by apes?

Why are they all in Paris?

[And, most importantly:] Who was this artist who liked to include monkeys in his pinups so often?

I’m pretty sure that 3 of the 4 pics were done by the same artist. Who?

Five hours of intermittent research later… and I still don’t know.

Anybody know who the illustrator was? If you do, please tell me before I lose the precious few brain cells I have remaining.
Ook. Ook.

There Will Now Be a Brief Pause

…while we do the Happy Dance on this glorious Friday Fitzmas afternoon. C’mon! Everybody Up!

Libby indicted. Fitz just gettin started. Let joy be unrestrained.

UPDATE: OK, OK, I said it would be a *brief* pause, didn’t I?
Smartie brings in Senator Kennedy to clear the dancefloor and return us all to the harsh reality of our ongoing struggle against a pack of slavering hyenas.

Ahh well. It was a brief dance. It was a fleeting dance. But most of all it was a happy dance! Tra la la.

That Pressing Engagement? Just Do It

You may remember my post about mammograms last month. Now a report has been released which shows a consensus of opinion from seven different studies about the effectiveness of mammography in detecting breast cancer in its early stages.

HOUSTON - An unprecedented statistical assault indicates that mammography
screening has made a significant contribution to the decline in breast cancer
mortality in recent years — an issue of contentious running debate.
Seven
teams of statisticians — using the same data sets but different statistical
models — reached substantial agreement that mammography screening has played a
role in the 24% decline in the death rate between 1990 and 2000.

So, long story short: Just do the thing. Make the appointment and get the mammogram. It’s not a traumatic event, despite all the jokes and limericks and “humorous” crap you’ll find online. It’s a little bit of brief discomfort; not even enough to be categorized as “pain”.

If you need a jolt of inspiration, pick one of these aphorisms and be jolted:

Forewarned is forearmed.

Knowledge is power.

And the truth shall set you free.

Heck, pick all three aphorisms. Write them on your forearm with a black finepoint Sharpie. Have them tattooed on your forehead. Whatever it takes to help you move off the dime and get the thing done. It’s your life.

Crossposted at Blog Sisters.

Now at the Newsstand

Booking the Bugman

In this photo released by the Harris County Sheriff’s Office in Texas, US Representative Tom Delay, Republican of Texas, is shown in a booking photo taken in Houston, Texas. The former Republican head of the House of Representatives spent less than 30 minutes at the sheriff’s office, in the Houston suburbs, during which he posted a 10,000 USD bail bond, was fingerprinted and photographed, officials said.

Flies really do love shit. Kinda gives even more meaning to the term “shit-eating grin” doesn’t it?

Quick, Henry Ronnie — the Flit!

A blog beyond price


My blog is worth $100,488.12.
How much is your blog worth?

Huh. Well, as my old Ma used to say: that and a nickel will get ya five cents.

I think I’d rather be priceless like the PowerLib kids.

Hey Magha

A look inside the online scams known as “419″s in Nigeria.

Their anthem, “I Go Chop Your Dollars,” hugely popular in Lagos, hit the airwaves a few months ago as a CD penned by an artist called Osofia:

“419 is just a game, you are the losers, we are the winners.

White people are greedy, I can say they are greedy

White men, I will eat your dollars, will take your money and disappear.

419 is just a game, we are the masters, you are the losers.”

In a former job incarnation as a fraud analyst for the credit card division of a national bank holding company, I got familiar with the Nigerian scams real fast. This is a fascinating look on the inside.

Mr. Fitzgerald Goes To Washington

Now available at the Tild newsstand:

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

..at least it looked that way on television for a while this evening.
The only downside is that the stories coming out are so packed with rich creamy goodness I finally had to get away from the screen before I OD’ed.

The best= Keith Olbermann, especially tonight’s bit where he announced that Bill O’Reilly said he’s going to “retire” when his contract is up in 2 years.

I hope somebody puts a clip up; it was great: After reading the O’Reilly story Keith jumps up and dances around behind his desk, throwing his copy in the air and shouting “Hooray! We won! We won!” etc. Priceless.

UPDATE: Yay! The indispensable Crooks and Liars has the clip. Happy happy joy joy!