Wednesday, October 31, 2007
This past September she met with six British Members of Parliament visiting the states and told them that she hates Iranians.
That's right. According to the UK's Daily Mail, Cagan told the MPs that "I hate all Iranians."
As one MP reported, "She seemed more keen on saying she didn't like Iranians than that the US had no plans to attack Iran."
Another MP said: "I formed the impression that some in America are looking for an excuse to attack Iran. It was very alarming."
And this: "It was very sobering to hear from the horse's mouth how the US sees the situation."
Of course, if they had met with George Bush they could have heard it from the horse's ass.
War with Iran.
Happy Halloween, bitches.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
If you don't know Fred Hiatt, he's the editor who turned the Washington Post's editorial page into a vocal supporter of the Bush administration with editorials and right-wing columnists like Charles Krauthammer and Robert Novak.
If you don't know Rick Kaplan, he's the guy who turned CNN into Fox News Lite and then moved on to MSNBC and filled that cable channel with conservative pundits like Tucker Carlson and Joe Scarborough. This was the same time MSNBC fired Phil Donahue, the guy with the highest ratings.
Yes, in a time when the New York Times trumpets the war with Judith Miller and her sole source, Curveball, and when two columnists, one in Texas and one in Oregon, get fired for criticizing George Bush's no-show on 9/11, Dan Rather gets the heave-ho, and General Batiste loses his CBS job because he dares to say bad things about our uber-sensitive petit dauphin, some idiots talk about "the liberal media" as if it's 1974 and Rupert Murdoch is still just a soft-porn purveyor from Oz.
I do think our media is biased. Toward the stupid. Latest case in point is 60 Minutes' Leslie Stahl. Watch the video up there as she does the American journalist thing and asks the president of France about his marital difficulties, as if it's anyone's goddamn business but Sarkozy and le squeeze primer.
Now ask yourself what other questions you'd like to ask the president of France. I can think of plenty.
What the fuck has happened to our media? Has America become so infantilized that the only thing that holds our interest is gossip? Have we really become this stupid? Or is it that news departments and their corporate overseers just think we're stupid?
Next time you watch some journalist cover the day's news, think of this: It costs next to nothing to cover events like fires, bombings, press conferences and celebrity fallout. It costs money to investigate ideas, like public policy.
For instance, do you believe, as Kennedy famously said, that you owe something to your country or do you believe, as Milton Friedman and his Republican acolytes do, that we owe nothing to our nation except our success?
Are you your brother's keeper? Or do you say I got mine, now let him get his?
Now there's a question I'd like Leslie Stahl to ask. Unfortunately, she'd probably ask Paris Hilton.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Conservatives are never satisfied. The same people who can make excuses for every one of George Bush's disastrous screw-ups, find fault with everyone else because it's just not enough.
Sure, Valerie Plame was a CIA operative, and the administration leaked her name to the press in order to discredit her husband, but was she secret enough for it to be a crime? I think so, but the Bushies don't.
Yes, Al Gore went to Vietnam when Dick Cheney had "other priorities," but Al wasn't in the infantry so he, according to right wingers, was never in enough danger for his service to count. So he should have just stayed home like George Bush, Rudy Giuliani, Mitt Romney and those other rough-tough guys.
And John Kerry went to Vietnam, lead men in combat, saved a man's life while under fire and was wounded, but did he bleed enough to get a Purple Heart? Apparently not.
Max Cleland went to Vietnam too, fought the enemy and was horribly wounded in service to his country, but according to many on the right, Max just wasn't tough enough to serve in Congress along with all those GOP chickenhawks.
Now we have this 12-year-old kid, Graeme Frost, who the Democrats made the poster boy for the benefits of the SCHIP program. But, people like Michelle Malkin ask, are his parents poor enough for help, especially when the lampreys who make up our insurance industry have refused him coverage?
No, I guess not. But Michelle sure is crazy enough. Yow.
So here we are, on the cusp of an election and what is it the Republican candidates are asking each other? Are you conservative enough? John McCain, another veteran, was criticized for not being loyal enough to George Bush, so I guess he's out.
I don't know about you, but I've had enough.
In fact, I'm full up.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Wonkette has more here.
My personal relationship with God was strenthened in Tulsa when we went to pick my mom up for breakfast Sunday morning. There on the corner, a local church had turned out to protest abortion. Now, I'm no fan of abortion. I don't know anyone who is. And I am a fan of the First Amendment, so I applauded the vigorous exercise of that freedom by this local church even while I was wondering how many abortions take place outside a church in Tulsa.
We went to breakfast at an IHOP where they have discounts for large people, or so it seems. When we returned to my mother's place I saw that the abortion protesters were gone. They, apparently, had been heartily rained upon while we were just a few miles away, in sunshine, eating our flapjacks.
That's right. God rained on the protesters while sparing the heathens skipping church.
I think I'm beginning to like Tulsa.
More as work calms down to a small tsunami and I get caught up from the trifecta of traveling, vacation and sickness.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
I've missed work, I've whined, I've doubled up on vodka and Nyquil, and worse, I missed a local appearance by our Hellfire Homeboy Dusty Rhoades.
I hope lots of NC Hellions showed up and bought dozens of copies of Dusty's new book, Safe and Sound.
And Dusty? Be happy that I didn't introduce you to my new little friend.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Crowded coach, long delays, overpriced airport food, surly flight attendants, the gaseous seatmate, the scowling TSA employee just hoping you'll say something that will justify a cavity search and the screaming baby that is FFA-mandated for every flight.
I was going to write a long piece here about how flying is like going Greyhound at 30,000 feet, with a hint of Stalin (papers please), but you've heard it all before. You've been there.
And I have a ton of work on my desk. So, I'll just say I'm happy to be home.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
He's flying! Look out for that truck!
This little guy has his heart set on the NBA. Don't tell him that elephants are the only mammals who can't jump!
He's cute until he runs up your pants leg!
Even at this tender age, these cubs brought down a full grown German Shepherd! Awwwww.
Panda baby! Panda baby!
That's it for the week. Be back next week with Tales of Horror from Tulsa where we'll determine if Oklahoma is indeed OK or if maybe the residents shouldn't set their sights a little higher.
Until then, be adequate! OK!
*Cuteness Buffer, a trademarked feature of Jen Jordan's Human Under Construction.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Ann Coulter has a new book out today and she'll hit all the news shows and say outrageous things and get more press and sell more books than you or I will ever sell in a lifetime. It doesn't hurt that her mentor, Richard Mellon Scaife is a billionaire who made his money the old fashioned way - he inherited it.
I went through this before, but for those of you who came in late, let me explain how Scaife's billions made Ann a New York Times best-selling author.
When you look at the Times list, you'll notice that some books have a tiny dagger by the title. This means that the book was sold in mass quantities. So when Ann was just a struggling young plagiarist and needed a skinny leg up, her old pal Scaife put her in touch with Regnery Press, the publisher who specializes in stinking sacks of right-wing ordure.
So Regnery publishes Ann's book. Scaife buys up a few hundred thousand copies. Ann, with a dagger, rushes to the top of the NY Times list and suddenly she gets invited on all the cable talk fests because she's a, you know, best selling author.
Ann gets TV time. Her fans swoon over her biting wit, like calling John Edwards a fag, they rush out and buy more books, proving that she's indeed a best selling author and America's soul gets just a little blacker.
That Scaife then pours his copies into a sinkhole in Indonesia, forever fouling the groundwater, doesn't matter. Ann's on the list. She's got cred.
Which proves that for all the many outrageous and provocative things Ann's ever said, the smartest thing to ever come out of her mouth is still Richard Mellon Scaife's dick.
The video is Hamell on Trial, one man using his First Amendment rigts to stand tall by sinking to an admitted new low. But I warn you, it is not work safe. Put on the headphones.
Monday, October 01, 2007
Since you have generously helped me through some tough times lately, I think you deserve to hear some really good news.
(two positive posts in a row? impossible.)
My daughter's band made its debut last night. It's a 9-piece Memphis soul band with a kick-ass horn section and one little white girl with a great big voice in front. The place was packed, they played one set and blew the room away.
And no, I'm not biased.
I'd show you a picture I took with my new cell phone but I can't figure out how to send it to my email. But other people did take pictures and there might be a recording of some of their songs which I will post as soon as I get them, being a proud father and all.
Molly certainly has earned the right to sing the blues and when she tackled Otis Redding's Pain In My Heart you could tell she'd been there. She has a natural presence, is comfortable fronting the band and was having the time of her life. She's worked hard putting this band together and she deserved all the fan adulation.
It's about time good things came her way.
And today she starts a new job. Yay!
Today, I'm calling all Planeteers to help out the band and perhaps gain a bit of immortality. The band has no name. It's a soul band, with an emphasis on that Stax Volt horn-powered sound, and so far they've kicked around Souled Out, The Bull City Soul Revue, Is That Suede? (Molly's favorite, but the band said nah), and a few other soul variations.
So, name this band and I'll send you something. A book by a friend, maybe a recording of the band, I don't know yet, but it'll be good. And you'll have bragging rights down at the pub.
So send me your names and if the band chooses yours, you're a winner!
UPDATE: Apparently the unnamed band made quite an impression. Owners of neighboring bars have asked them to play their places and they're lining up gigs all over town. Pretty cool. So keep those names coming. I'll keep you posted.