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Archive for August, 2006

thus spake Olbermann

In 1954 we had Edward R. Murrow. In 2006 we have Keith Olbermann, a fact for which I, for one, am endlessly thankful.

Yesterday Keith’s Countdown essay was truly one for the ages.

See the video clip at Crooks & Liars , but do yourself a favor and read the text first.

This is a must-read.

The man who sees absolutes, where all other men see nuances and shades of meaning, is either a prophet, or a quack.

Donald H. Rumsfeld is not a prophet.

Mr. Rumsfeld’s remarkable speech to the American Legion yesterday demands the deep analysis—and the sober contemplation—of every American.

For it did not merely serve to impugn the morality or intelligence — indeed, the loyalty — of the majority of Americans who oppose the transient occupants of the highest offices in the land. Worse, still, it credits those same transient occupants — our employees — with a total omniscience; a total omniscience which neither common sense, nor this administration’s track record at home or abroad, suggests they deserve.

Dissent and disagreement with government is the life’s blood of human freedom; and not merely because it is the first roadblock against the kind of tyranny the men Mr. Rumsfeld likes to think of as “his” troops still fight, this very evening, in Iraq.

It is also essential. Because just every once in awhile it is right and the power to which it speaks, is wrong.

In a small irony, however, Mr. Rumsfeld’s speechwriter was adroit in invoking the memory of the appeasement of the Nazis. For in their time, there was another government faced with true peril—with a growing evil—powerful and remorseless.

That government, like Mr. Rumsfeld’s, had a monopoly on all the facts. It, too, had the “secret information.” It alone had the true picture of the threat. It too dismissed and insulted its critics in terms like Mr. Rumsfeld’s — questioning their intellect and their morality.

That government was England’s, in the 1930’s.

It knew Hitler posed no true threat to Europe, let alone England.

It knew Germany was not re-arming, in violation of all treaties and accords.

It knew that the hard evidence it received, which contradicted its own policies, its own conclusions — its own omniscience — needed to be dismissed.

The English government of Neville Chamberlain already knew the truth.

Most relevant of all — it “knew” that its staunchest critics needed to be marginalized and isolated. In fact, it portrayed the foremost of them as a blood-thirsty war-monger who was, if not truly senile, at best morally or intellectually confused.

That critic’s name was Winston Churchill.

Sadly, we have no Winston Churchills evident among us this evening. We have only Donald Rumsfelds, demonizing disagreement, the way Neville Chamberlain demonized Winston Churchill.

History — and 163 million pounds of Luftwaffe bombs over England — have taught us that all Mr. Chamberlain had was his certainty — and his own confusion. A confusion that suggested that the office can not only make the man, but that the office can also make the facts.

Thus, did Mr. Rumsfeld make an apt historical analogy.

Excepting the fact, that he has the battery plugged in backwards.

His government, absolute — and exclusive — in its knowledge, is not the modern version of the one which stood up to the Nazis.

It is the modern version of the government of Neville Chamberlain.

But back to today’s Omniscient ones.

That, about which Mr. Rumsfeld is confused is simply this: This is a Democracy. Still. Sometimes just barely.

And, as such, all voices count — not just his.

Had he or his president perhaps proven any of their prior claims of omniscience — about Osama Bin Laden’s plans five years ago, about Saddam Hussein’s weapons four years ago, about Hurricane Katrina’s impact one year ago — we all might be able to swallow hard, and accept their “omniscience” as a bearable, even useful recipe, of fact, plus ego.

But, to date, this government has proved little besides its own arrogance, and its own hubris.

Mr. Rumsfeld is also personally confused, morally or intellectually, about his own standing in this matter. From Iraq to Katrina, to the entire “Fog of Fear” which continues to envelop this nation, he, Mr. Bush, Mr. Cheney, and their cronies have — inadvertently or intentionally — profited and benefited, both personally, and politically.

And yet he can stand up, in public, and question the morality and the intellect of those of us who dare ask just for the receipt for the Emporer’s New Clothes?

In what country was Mr. Rumsfeld raised? As a child, of whose heroism did he read? On what side of the battle for freedom did he dream one day to fight? With what country has he confused the United States of America?

The confusion we — as its citizens— must now address, is stark and forbidding.

But variations of it have faced our forefathers, when men like Nixon and McCarthy and Curtis LeMay have darkened our skies and obscured our flag. Note — with hope in your heart — that those earlier Americans always found their way to the light, and we can, too.

The confusion is about whether this Secretary of Defense, and this administration, are in fact now accomplishing what they claim the terrorists seek: The destruction of our freedoms, the very ones for which the same veterans Mr. Rumsfeld addressed yesterday in Salt Lake City, so valiantly fought.

And about Mr. Rumsfeld’s other main assertion, that this country faces a “new type of fascism.”

As he was correct to remind us how a government that knew everything could get everything wrong, so too was he right when he said that — though probably not in the way he thought he meant it.

This country faces a new type of fascism - indeed.

Although I presumptuously use his sign-off each night, in feeble tribute, I have utterly no claim to the words of the exemplary journalist Edward R. Murrow.

But never in the trial of a thousand years of writing could I come close to matching how he phrased a warning to an earlier generation of us, at a time when other politicians thought they (and they alone) knew everything, and branded those who disagreed: “confused” or “immoral.”

Thus, forgive me, for reading Murrow, in full:

“We must not confuse dissent with disloyalty,” he said, in 1954. “We must remember always that accusation is not proof, and that conviction depends upon evidence and due process of law.

“We will not walk in fear, one of another. We will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason, if we dig deep in our history and our doctrine, and remember that we are not descended from fearful men, not from men who feared to write, to speak, to associate, and to defend causes that were for the moment unpopular.”

And so good night, and good luck.

 

Best. Post Title. EVAR!

Avedon directs our attention to  (imo) the best blogpost title of the year:

“No one expects the fannish admonition” 

Ha.  And what’s more, it’s a post describing Harlan Ellison behaving badly. Towards Connie Willis.  At this year’s Worldcon.  Woo-hoo; it just don’t get any better than this, kids!  I couldn’t bear to simply snip an excerpt or two; Here it is in it’s entirety:

No one expects the fannish admonition

In response to the news about Harlan Ellison’s boorish behavior (which many people would say isn’t really news), several people expressed a strong desire for Connie Willis to have retaliated: anything from verbal humiliation to kneeing him in the crotch.

One woman replied to the latter suggestion as follows:

I think there’s a thing in standard female socialisation in which women are taught to respond to verbal put-downs and encroachments on body space with smiles and attempts to lower the general aggression level instead of with anger.

So I’d have been surprised if she’d responded the way you suggest, and if she had I expect there would be a chorus of “Why did she do that when he was only…” and “Can’t she take a joke?”

And yet…

I’m reminded of an incident at a con a few years back, in which a woman writer got so fed up with a condescendingly sexist man (another pro) that she poured her soda over his head. Although she was embarrassed by her actions, the general reaction around fandom seemed to be that he got what he deserved…

Now, that may prove the point above — that the level of obnoxiousness necessary to make most women lose their cool is so far beyond the line that most people can agree he has it coming.

Rereading blog discussion about the earlier altercation, this comment by Graydon still seems relevant:

When a man suffers a public indignity, he has grounds to be upset.

When the news of the indignity is met with approval, glee, delight, and wistfulness at having missed personal witness thereof by very nearly every woman of even his passing acquaintance who should chance to hear of it, I should think that the man has grounds to consider the advisability of his habitual conduct, and perhaps even to engage in a degree of introspection, however potentially painful he might fear it should prove to be.

For Ellison’s sake, I’d think the same holds true when very nearly every woman wishes his actions resulted in indignity.

LINK

 

I have probably a half-dozen Harlan Ellison anecdotes from various run-ins with the little squirt at Worldcons and elsewhere over the past 35 years…

My favorite is the time somebody at a local alt-weekly (probably the Reader then) wrote a promo item about HE’s upcoming visit to the Cities and had the UNMITIGATED GALL to refer to Harlan Ellison as

“a Sci-Fi writer”. 

Just because I knew it would make Harlan apoplectic, I clipped the article and mailed it to him.  A few evenings later I got a call that went something like this:  

Me:  Hello?

HE:  This is Harlan Ellison.  Did you mail me this clip?

Me:  Uhhhh, hello Harlan! Yeah, I did.

HE:  Do you know this guy?  The guy who wrote this?

Me:  No. 

HE:  Well, call up the paper where this guy works and tell him that when I get to Minneapolis I’m gonna RIP HIS LUNGS OUT!

[BAM!!]  [HE hangs up by evidently slamming the receiver down and thus smashing it into smithereenies.]

What a laugh riot. What a tiny, widdle, eensy weensy, ittie bittie laugh riot.  

Not that she ever would –she being a rational adult and all — but still I would pay a very pretty penny to see Connie Willis clean HE’s clock.  In a world full of deserving putzes, there could be none more deserving, and none putzier.   

 

 

 

    

the latest video from Mental Engineering

new Mental Engineering trailer

Time to brush up your media literacy: The new season of Mental Engineering will be starting soon on PBS.

ME is my alltime favorite locally-produced, nationally-televised advertising vivisection show!

Click on the image to watch the new Mental Engineering video trailer at YouTube.

 

Worthington’s Law of Human Value

Over in the comments at Chez Wege yesterday, some Ayn Rand fetishist was dispensing his theory of how the economy entirely depends upon the fortunes of the geniuses who steer our biggest corporations.  You see, these all-important captains of industry should really be called  ”creators”, and they and they alone  ”create” wealth, and as we all know, wealth is the only creation that really matters.  Take that, Labor! Take that, Arts! Take that, Philosophy! You lazy hippy slackers are so over. And as for you,  Science — well, we’re just not gonna go there.

While looking for my bottle of industrial-strength ibuprofen to kill the headache induced by this jackass gentleman (yeah, I guess it’d look bad if I didn’t abide by my own Rules) and his Bushco-libertarian creation myth, I kept thinking about a skit from Mr. Show

[transition to Value Magazine sketch]: 

Voiceover: That’s right, Bob. Listen to your friend.  A person who makes more money than you is better than you, and therefore beyond criticism. This is called the Worthington Law [which reads "More Money = Better Than"] and it’s used to gauge the value of human worth.  Carl Espick, economist, and editor of Value Magazine:

Carl Espick: Yeah, that’s right. So what do you think? Wrong! Whatever you were gonna say doesn’t matter because I make more money than you. That’s if you’re 80% of the public. So, I’m right. Each year, Value Magazine ranks the 500 best people in the history of the world. Did you know that, according to Worthington’s Law, the opera singer who called himself, [makes air apostrophes] “The Great Caruso” was nowhere near as great as Sammy Hagar, The Red Rocker? So shut up, Caruso! Hey! Who’s greater than Saint Francis of Assisi? How about, uh, Darryl Strawberry? See ya later, Saint Frannie, ya schmuck. Hey, guess who’s better than Van Gogh. Let’s see, after adjusting for inflation…[uses calculator] almost everybody! He made nothing!

[shot of a mechanic fixing car]

Mechanic: So that means that I’m better than Van Gogh and Galileo put together!

[back to Carl Espick]

Carl Espick: And I’m better than you, brainiac. In 1995, Steve Peaters had no money. He was a public school teacher, so his opinion wasn’t worth very much. But then, in 1996, he won the lottery, and he was a great man. Greater than Einstein, who made very little. But then, guess what this genius-for-a-day does?  He goes and gives his money to charity. Now he’s about as dumb as Einstein. Way to go, Einstein. So, read Value Magazine, and get to know the 500 best people in the world.

[shot of gold Ranking Monkey]

Voiceover: Order now, and with a one year subscription, you’ll get this Value Magazine Ranking Monkey absolutely free. Just press his head, and learn your worth as a person.

LINK

gold monkey

 

Finally getting some “Prestige”

I’ve been hearing from my kids for months now about a movie coming out later this year called The Prestige.

It’s got Best, Most Ass-kicking Batman Ever Christian Bale! And ultimate Cool Old Dude Michael Caine!  It’s directed by Memento/Batman Begins director Christopher Nolan!  And best of all: David Bowie plays Nikolai Tesla!  This movie is going to absolutely rock!  

Now Jessica Crispin chimes in:

Don’t tell anyone, but I’m just now getting around to reading Christopher Priest’s The Prestige. It’s been on my shelves for god knows how long, but it took dreamy Christian Bale and dreamy Wolverine in a preview for the adaptation to get me off my ass to read the book. And yes, it’s as good as everyone already said years ago. But quick, you only have until October 20 to read the novel so you can sniff and say, “Yes, but in the book _____ was handled in a vastly superior way.”

Sweet. Hey, in that case I think I just might have to read it too. 

 

 

  

Monday Morning Ghost Dog Poop

Well, that title alone oughta boost my searchstring keyword stats into truly Wegian levels of  disgustingness. Yay!  
So, what have I been reading about this morning?

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A closer look at rightwing bully culture, from whytwolf in diary rescue at dKos.  

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Speaking of  Der Wege:  Norwegianity on the Golden Era of Profitability.

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See? I told you it was a good movie:  The HBO film The Girl In the Cafe draws attention to the problem of world hunger and, more importantly, how easily we in the wealthy, overfed First World could eliminate it if we ever chose to make it a priority.
Sunday night The Girl In the Cafe collected three well-deserved Emmys:  Richard Curtis for the screenplay,  Kelly MacDonald for best supporting actress in a miniseries, and the film itself was named Best Made-for TV Movie. 

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REW documents the Friday night atrocities, to which I can only add my fervently held opinion that all cigar smokers should be strung up by their smug, microscopic-size testicles.

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Last night I dreamed about a typical morning here at Tildebunkport:  the alarm went off at 5:15;  I was the first one up, as usual; came downstairs to be greeted by my beautiful old dog, who as usual stood in the front hallway grinning and wagging his feathered fluffy samoyed tail and oblivious to the turds plopping out onto the carpet behind him.   Ahh, good times.
It’s been a little over two weeks now that our beloved old canine curmudgeon has been gone, but I’m still hearing his ghost bark, and dreaming of ghost dog poop.   

And how’s your Monday morning?

 

Today is Women’s Equality Day

mn women voters

From City of Lakes: An Illustrated History of Minneapolis.
Circa 1940s: a display of memorabilia from the Minnesota women’s suffrage movement.

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Did you know that today, August 26th, is Women’s Equality Day?

Yeah; me neither.

In 1971, to commemorate the passage in 1920 of the 19th Amendment, which gave US women the right to vote, Congress designated August 26th as Women’s Equality Day.

Joint Resolution of Congress, 1971
Designating August 26th of each year as Women’s Equality Day

WHEREAS, the women of the United States have been treated as second-class citizens and have not been entitled the full rights and privileges, public or private, legal or institutional, which are available to male citizens of the United States; and

WHEREAS, the women of the United States have united to assure that these rights and privileges are available to all citizens equally regardless of sex; and

WHEREAS, the women of the United States have designated August 26, the anniversary date of the passage of the Nineteenth Amendment, as symbol of the continued fight for equal rights: and

WHEREAS, the women of United States are to be commended and supported in their organizations and activities,

NOW, THEREFORE, BE IT RESOLVED, the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled, that August 26th of each year is designated as Women’s Equality Day, and the President is authorized and requested to issue a proclamation annually in commemoration of that day in 1920, on which the women of America were first given the right to vote, and that day in 1970, on which a nationwide demonstration for women’s rights took place.

Did Smirky McDumbass (hail Maru) — he who is apparently always so paranoid around women; gosh, who knew? — did  our preznit have anything to say about this? Well, by golly, he did.

Wow, this is fantastic — We get our very own day of equality! I wish I’d found out about this earlier. If I had, maybe I wouldn’t have frittered away the day washing dishes, dusting light fixtures and reading the New Yorker. Maybe I would have done something more commemorative of women’s suffrage, like chaining myself to a fence or setting fire to a mailbox or going on a hunger strike. (Hunger strike? Me? Surely you jest. Cut it out, Surely. It could happen.)

Time’s a-wasting, ladies. Make Women’s Equality Day 2006 a day to remember. Tomorrow the world goes back to SOP where women are concerned, and we know it’s gonna be a long haul to next August 26th. Make today count.

women's equality day

The Universal Troll Rosetta Stone

Excavated from the comments at Atrios (via), it’s the newly-updated version of Ms. Res Ipsa Loquitur’s  universal troll Rosetta Stone:

blah blah blah clinton got a blow job blah blah blah howard dean is mean blah blah blah something about negroes blah blah blah some people say cindy sheehan is a crack whore blah blah blah michael moore is fat blah blah blah he mean “mohawk” not “macaca” blah blah blah frist never diagnosed schiavo blah blah blah santorum never said democrats were “assasinating judges” blah blah blah nagin never ordered the buses blah blah blah let the free market work its magic blah blah blah liberals will form a fifth column in their decadent coastal enclaves blah blah blah kos commands all blah blah blah atrios’ real name is “duncan” blah blah blah soros is a jewish name blah blah blah if you write “ann althouse” backwards, in greek, 17,354 times in 59 minutes with a cereulean crayola crayon on a piece of bluestone and then allow rain to pour on the bluestone for exactly 36 seconds a secret code will be revealed that will show us the date, time and location at which we will reach the turning point in iraq.

© 2006, res ipsa loquitur

Yes, friends — this useful tool can instantly decipher 99.9% of your everyday troll comment spam, saving you valuable seconds before hitting the Delete key.   Handy!     

Morning in Minnesotistan

Hire Moses

C’mon Twin Cities schools!  Hire the Yowler.  Because he’s a damn good teacher, that’s why.  Don’t you deserve the best?  Hire Moses and he will lead our children to the promised land of enlightened secondary education. 

yowling banner

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Why yes, as a matter of fact I am a Wege fetishist

It’s been about a year since Corey stuck me with that label, (which then spawned an industry!) but it’s just as true today as it was then. Want to know why?  Go to Norwegianity and read  Deciders, not Workers. IMO, in the land of Blogtopia (hail skippy) no one commits finer writing than the old Wegian.

wege fetishist card

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Beautiful Bluestem

Speaking of stellar blogging, A Bluestem Prairie has been blazing across our consciousness like a supernova for a couple of months now.  Wonderful flow of words; superb coverage on 1st CD issues; always with a spark of extra insight that you just don’t get from 99% of your ordinary run of the mill blogs. My favorite example of that so far has been when Ollie Ox noticed echoes of  Dadaist humor a la Krazy Kat in the recent Walz-Gutknecht debate in Owatonna.   Yow!  Smart people with blogs!  Truly a force to be reckoned with.

But the question keeps coming up (well, it does in my head, anyway)… Just what is a bluestem?   Ladies and gentlemen, start your engines.  To the Google- mobile! 

A big bluestem

A little bluestem

Now put a whole bunch of them together and you have a bluestem prairie.   Beautiful. 

Only one little, nagging question remains:   whence comes the name “Ollie Ox”? 
 
For one possible answer I’ll defer to a certain Cockney botanist of my acquaintance, who sends me this picture:

hollyhocks  
…and says “Now this ‘ere is ‘Olly ‘Ocks”.

Ollie:  when you’ve stopped groaning,  will you tell us if that’s the official line on “Ollie Ox”? 
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He’s the POOTUS alright

In commemoration of today’s visit by Tootie McRocketburn,
here’s something I thought would never be possible :

Who could have guessed that I’d find a use for that picture of Le Petomane twice in the same week?

Ladies and gentlemen, the ….

the pootus

I always thought it was spelled POTUS