Monday, November 21, 2011

God Bless Pittsburgh

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          Solemn yet festive!

StrangeAppar8us is making some progress every day in one of the country’s finest hospitals, Mercy Hospital here in unexpectedly beautiful Pittsburgh. His kitties are being cared for, and as soon as we find enough competent catherds, will be winging their way to loving homes, thanks to our splendid great good blogging friends, who helped us get out the word.

I will refrain from making untoward remarks about Zero’s efficacy as ballast on the glass houses principle, especially after being taken out for an assault on the system called the Premanti Sandwich (Can’t link, as I’m still confined to a smartphone, but google it and gaze in awe on what Picksburgh hath wrought).

Pittsburgh itself is a town I can only describe as endearing. Its mountainous , river-crossed topography, tunnels and bridges make it the most enchanting toy train set imaginable.  Its residents’ kindness to shell-shocked out-of-towners who came here for Strange has been unstinting. Strange’s neighbors have reached out to help him with an enthusiasm that will no doubt embarrass the hell out of him. The hospital staff have been angelic and, in the case of the Sisters of Mercy, decorative too: nuns in Lurex turtlenecks? Yes indeedy!  But more to the point, their low-cost housing across the street has been a real blessing, allowing me to stay until Strange was past danger. The Department Of Spiritual Care has taken Strange and his motley collection of non-denominational, non-aligned friends in stride, and that’s a tall order. They have my deepest gratitude.

I can’t say enough good about “Picksburgh.” The gingerbread 911 tribute at top was part of a vast display of gingerbread edifices downtown in the windows of Philip Johnson’s gothic, glass PPG building. It took the fancy of this New Yorker, and so has Strange’s adopted town. I can see why he stayed. He once wrote me of his satisfaction, after mowing his (and his neighbors’, because that is our Strange) lawn, in sitting on his porch at dusk with a cigarette and a beer “and watching the squat brown city of Pittsburgh turn into the Columbian Exposition.”

Thank you, Pittsburgh.

Posted by Mrs. Polly on 11/21/11 at 09:45 AM
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Sunday, November 20, 2011

Shall We Declare the Super Committee Dead Now or Wait For the Official Announcement Tomorrow?

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Because if we do wait the smell of rotting corpse is really going to stink up the place.

The practical joke that is our democratic system of government has put yet another whoopie cushion under our seats.  Mike Allen at Politico readily admits he dismissed that farting noise when he sat down to watch the deliberations begin.

Playbook was a superoptimist: We thought that human factors would prod ambitious members to crack the code, and that the committee would take on its own ecology, regardless of pressures from above or below. But we were punk’d: The supercommittee – one of the most fascinating government experiments of this generation—never existed as a dynamic political organism.

Really?  Does the fact that the full committee hasn’t even met in the last three weeks help bring you to your conclusion?  I’m gonna go out on a limb here and place most of the blame on the Repubs (although arguably there’s a lot of it to go around).  For one thing Steve Benen is reporting that preserving the Bush tax cuts forever was a major Republican sticking point.  ????  You’re on a committee charged with taking some bold measures to reduce the deficit and your line in the sand is preserving the tax cuts that got us into this situation in the first place?  OK!

What I wonder is why this Super-dee-Duper Committee was ever set up in the first place?  So that all the rest of the members of Congress could wander off with their hands in their pockets and play kick-the-can-down-the-road while the committee members put on a little charade until just before time to go on vacation again!  Actually, if you’re as determined not to do your job as most Congresspeeps are these days that’s not a bad strategery.

And in the meantime most of us are left agreeing with Booman.

Anyone want an over and under on how soon they vote to cancel the trigger provisions?

Posted by marindenver on 11/20/11 at 04:30 PM
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Saturday, November 19, 2011

Satu rday Mor ning Op en Thre ad

I ju st bou ght one of the se. It fe els gr eat, but it ‘s ma ybe not the be st wo rk ch air ev er de sig ned.

Op en thr ead if you wa nt it .

Posted by YAFB on 11/19/11 at 09:54 AM
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Thursday, November 17, 2011

Best outcue in broadcast news history

NSFW:

Funny, that’s exactly how I feel about the Miami Police Department building too.

[H/T: HuffPo]

Posted by Betty Cracker on 11/17/11 at 11:52 AM
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Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Urgent Message to the Rumproast and Blogging Communities Concerning StrangeAppar8us - UPDATED X 3

We have a sad and urgent message about our dear friend and Rumproast blogger StrangeAppar8us: for the past ten days, he has been hospitalized and fighting for his life.  He is stabilized now to some degree, but is on a long, difficult road about which nothing is certain but that it will include disability. We wish we could tell you, our wonderful readers and friends, more, but we are committed to honoring Strange’s privacy, which is also the wish of his family. The day after he was hospitalized, I flew to Pennsylvania, accompanied by his friend and Rumproast founder Kevin K. and his lovely wife. Marindenver is here with him now as well.

We will be doing everything we can for Strange, including setting up fundraisers and putting together his work, but for now we have an immediate need for homes for his three cats, most likely permanent homes, though I hope with all my heart someday he may be reunited with at least one. They are all seven years old, spayed and neutered, and I am hoping he may get one back someday, but we have no idea if that will ever happen.

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Posted by Mrs. Polly on 11/15/11 at 01:15 PM
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Monday, November 14, 2011

“I Got All this Stuff Twirling Around in my Head”

Herman Cain is by far the biggest BS artist I have ever seen run for President.  And I’ve lived through Ross Perot and Alan Keyes.  Watch the stumble and bumble through a reasonably simple question posed by the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel.

Cain’s defenders will be quick to note that, as a businessman, Cain cannot possibly know all these things.  Obama didn’t know all these things.  He will have advisers that know things.  All good.

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These turds merely lack sufficient polish?

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Mr. John Cole nails it regarding this “flawed analysis” by Niall Stanage, who would have us believe that a grueling debate schedule is what’s keeping the 2012 GOP presidential candidates from building sufficient breakout support:

Televised debates have had an outsize impact on this year’s Republican presidential race. But the demands of the debating schedule — Saturday’s event in South Carolina was the eleventh major clash — is taking its toll on the candidates, who find themselves constantly preparing for primetime.

The frequency of the debates cuts back on the time available for retail politicking in Iowa and other early-voting states. Even seasoned campaign veterans are now beginning to ask: How many debates are too many?

Nope. None of the Republican candidates can seal the deal because they accurately reflect what has become the core of the party: crackpots and plutocratic shills. As proof, look no further than the debate audiences and the machinations of those who control the money and public opinion outlets.

So far, the crackpot GOP debate audiences have barked and clapped like trained seals for executions, letting the uninsured die, discrimination against gay soldiers and torture. They represent the worst of this country, our counterpart to hate-and-religion-fueled troglodytes like the Taliban and Iranian mullahs, and while their views are unnervingly widespread, they do not, thankfully, represent the sentiments of the country at large.

Meanwhile, the moneyed interests and their media mouthpieces are busily greasing the skids for Romney, who can be counted upon to follow the long Republican tradition of catering to the needs of the few at the expense of the many. This has jackshit to do with the debate schedule.

Posted by Betty Cracker on 11/14/11 at 09:18 AM
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Sunday, November 13, 2011

Why did the cranes cross the road?

I have no idea. But I used my crappy phone cam to capture the event. These birds have one of the loudest, strangest calls of any bird I’ve ever heard, and they provided a short sample of that in the video below, probably because I was pissing them off by gawking at them:

Sandhill cranes are all over Florida year round with even more in the winter as migratory flocks join the year-rounders. They’re large birds with about a six-foot wingspan.

Posted by Betty Cracker on 11/13/11 at 12:58 PM
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Saturday, November 12, 2011

If you want a picture of the future, imagine a GOP debate clogging up the airwaves…Forever

By the way, the 18,905th GOP Debate is going on now. Unless it has already ended. Perhaps some brave soul will check.

The rest of us chickens will be using this as an open thread.

Update: Choosy Christians Choose Torture!

On waterboarding, Herman Cain and Rep. Michele Bachmann both said they would reinstate the technique designed to simulate drowning.

No word on whether the audience applauded or if they just started masturbating right there in the studio.

Cain went one step further…

Of course he did.

...adding that he would leave it up to military leaders — rather than their civilian superiors — to decide what forms of interrogation amount to torture, which he said he opposes.

See? It isn’t torture if you call it something else.

Also too, Mitt will throw his magical underwear at Iran if they attempt to build the bomb:

“If we re-elect Barack Obama, Iran will have a nuclear weapon. And if you elect Mitt Romney, Iran will not have a nuclear weapon,” vowed the former Massachusetts governor.

Whatever, you Nixonian crap nugget.

And this 3rd person shit is doing the Foxtrot on my last nerve. Fuck these people. (HTP + 2)

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Posted by Hunger Tallest Palin on 11/12/11 at 08:34 PM
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Elohim LOL

God enjoys a laugh as much as we do [via USAToady]:

In a speech Saturday to a national meeting of young Republicans, Cain said the Lord persuaded him after much prayer.

“That’s when I prayed and prayed and prayed. I’m a man of faith — I had to do a lot of praying for this one, more praying than I’ve ever done before in my life,” Cain said. “And when I finally realized that it was God saying that this is what I needed to do, I was like Moses. ‘You’ve got the wrong man, Lord. Are you sure?’”

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Cain isn’t the first to say God prodded him toward a campaign. Texas Gov. Rick Perry’s wife, Anita, has said she felt God was speaking to her about the race, adding that her husband needed to see a “burning bush*,” a Biblical reference to God’s first appearance to Moses.

Personally, I think God prodded all of those clowns to run. He threw Huntsman in there just to the GOP one last chance to prove it isn’t 110% Grade A Bat Shit.

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Posted by Hunger Tallest Palin on 11/12/11 at 05:42 PM
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Friday, November 11, 2011

Irony Gremlins Don’t Like Ayn Rand

Exhibit A is this story. No way this sort of balls up happened on its own [via Yahoo! News]:

The company behind the film Atlas Shrugged Part 1 is replacing 100,000 title sheets from the film’s newly released DVD and Blue Ray versions because the copy writer incorrectly described the late Ayn Rand’s 1957 novel, Atlas Shrugged, as a story of “self-sacrifice.”

Put simply, that’s like calling Michael Moore a tea partier.

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“It’s embarrassing for sure and of course, regardless of how or why it happened, we’re all feeling responsible right now.” said Scott DeSapio, a spokesman for Atlas Productions, which released the movie in theaters earlier this year. “You can imagine how mortified we all were when we saw the DVD but, it was simply too late—the product was already on shelves all over the Country* [sic]. It was certainly no surprise when the incredulous emails ensued. The irony is inescapable.”

You bet the irony is inescapable. The Irony Gremlins really hate self-absorbed wankers. And their thoughts re: Self-absorbed wankers who do unto the novel what the Luftwaffe did unto London? Don’t even go there.

The production company set up a website so people can replace the title sheet that will say, “AYN RAND’s timeless novel of rational self-interest comes to life,” a far more apt description of Rand’s work and philosophy.

Jesus. Does any really give that much of a fuck? Did gibbertarian twatwaffles** blubber in disbelief at the typo before dropping to their knees and roaring “NOOOOOOOOO!!” at the uncaring skies?

I sure do hope so.

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Posted by Hunger Tallest Palin on 11/11/11 at 09:22 PM
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The Numbers All Go To 11

Oblomova in the Rumper Room reminded us that today—11/11/11—is Nigel Tufnel Day.

It’s also known variously as Armistice Day, Remembrance Day, or Veterans Day, of which this is the 93rd anniversary.

Some read special significance into the numerology of an arbitrary collection of numbers in a calendar that’s been severely jiggered about with over the years, regarding the date as either auspicious or apocalyptic. Some maintain that it is the only double-figure palindromic date (ignoring the lessons of the Millennium Bug).

Last time this juxtaposition occurred, in 1911, there was bedlam in some quarters:

The Great Blue Norther of 11/11/11:

“One-hundred years ago, November 11th, 1911: The Great Blue Norther descended upon America. The day started fine; there were even record highs for that time of year. Then it all changed; temperatures began to drop. Within the space of ten minute: the temperature dropped 40 to 50 degrees; by midnight a 66 degree temperature drop was recorded. There were dust storms, thunderstorms, tornados, and blizzards. Over 300 deaths were reported.”

For some, it’s being greeted with suspicion:

Egypt will close the Great Pyramid of Giza on Friday to avoid any rituals by a group rumoured to have plans to mark the date of 11/11/11 at the site, an official said.

The decision came “after much pressure” from Egyptian Internet users that strange rituals were going to be held “within the walls of the pyramid on November 11, 2011,” Atef Abu Zahab, head of the Department of Pharaonic Archaeology, told AFP.

As 11:11:11 11/11/11 sweeps across the world’s timezones, I’ve already had mine, and I can report that it was relatively unremarkable, even silent.

Mind you, if 11 of you wanted to use this as an open thread to post 11-word comments, then who knows what might happen ...

Posted by YAFB on 11/11/11 at 11:11 AM
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Mitt Minderbinder

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If they’re familiar with Joseph Heller, future historians may one day summarize the 2012 GOP presidential field’s terrible dilemma thusly:

There was only one catch and that was Catch-12, which specified that a tendency to rationally analyze the country’s many real and immediate dangers and propose realistic solutions was the process of a rational mind and thus disqualified the candidate in the eyes of the crazy base but made him or her viable among the general electorate. Cain, Perry, Bachmann, Paul, Gingrich and Santorum were crazy and were thus qualified in the eyes of the base but disqualified by the country at large. They had to be crazy to succeed in the primary race and sane to be taken seriously in the general. If they ran successfully in the primary, they were crazy and weren’t qualified for the general; but if they acknowledged they were babbling nonsense to the base, they were sane and thus disqualified to win the primary. The American people were moved very deeply by the absolute simplicity of this clause of Catch-12 and let out a respectful whistle.

Romney is the only frontrunner who fully grasps this dilemma. His solution is to try to keep one foot in Camp Crazy and the other in Camp Coherent, which is why he cannot crack 25% support even after running for president continuously for five fucking years. It’s a hell of a catch, that Catch-12.

Posted by Betty Cracker on 11/11/11 at 07:46 AM
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Thursday, November 10, 2011

The 1% speaks

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Lady Lynn Forester de Rothschild, poster-snob for the cognac-swirling, naval-gazing, canapé-grazing, manor-dwelling, Trans-Atlantic swells, has an Opinion on Something. I was going to excerpt it. But I just don’t have the heart at Wine Thirty. Here’s a shorter instead:

Tea Party and OWS movements should exchange saliva. Capitalism, good! Obama, bad! Clinton restoration!

Read it if you must. Or relive Lady Lynn’s moment of infamy instead.

Posted by Betty Cracker on 11/10/11 at 05:12 PM
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Clown car pile-up

In case you missed the GOP debate last night, here’s the Rick Perry implosion:

In a flagrant violation of one of the immutable laws of the universe—the one that decrees that there shall be no coherent, funny or sane comments posted on YouTube, ever—commenter bsphenom gets it about right:

This is the inevitable conclusion of the anti-intellectual and anti-government mentality of the modern Republican Party. We are literally down to complete morons who want to cut things they can’t even name, let alone understand. It’s a modern day version of angry cavemen who want to burn everything down. They have the cultural sophistication of ancient Mongol hordes.

Yep. Perry manages to make one nostalgic for the verbal acuity and intellectual rigor of Sarah H. Palin, who in her turn “made George W. Bush sound like Cicero,” as Republican god-botherer Rod Dreher was once honest enough to note. What happened to slow declines? When empires and great institutions crumble, isn’t it supposed to take awhile? 

Anyhoo, I expected to find the GOP debate depressing, and it certainly was disheartening to realize that one of the ignorant buffoons, pandering nitwits or crackpots on that stage will be seriously considered for the leadership of a nuclear-armed superpower. But on the other hand, it’s heartening to imagine any of those silly bastards taking on President Obama in a general election debate.

Posted by Betty Cracker on 11/10/11 at 06:33 AM
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