How, you might ask, can an ordinary, everyday American liberal resist the onslaught of the bottom four factors of 1) "You want to be nice to the Planet, don't you?", 2) "You want to be nice to people, don't you?", 3) "You want to think nice thoughts, don't you?", and 4) "You don't want anything bad to happen to your livelihood, lifestyle, or life, do you?" The answer not only, "They can't," but also "They don't want to. It's not nice." Bumper sticker for the Liberal American: "I am a NICE person." Epitaph for the Liberal American: "He Was Nice.... and Easy."
Chart by the ever-sane Dr. Sanity: @ THE POLITICAL LEFT: UNITED IN HATE WITH AMERICA'S FOES where she explains these factors in greater detail.
.... in more dire need of a bright red ball gag than any gay man in history?
I mean, given all the talented, intelligent, stylish, and attractive gay men in America, is this walking spawn of Gumby and Elmer Fudd really the best gays can do in terms of a "spokesman?" Can't some gay American be found with enough clout to tell Frank to "put a ball gag in it?" I mean, someone other than Keith Olbermann?
Continued...IT'S TIME TO PLAY "FISH. BARREL. BANG!" in our afternoon series, "Inside Blogball."
I admit I haven't spent a lot of time with OLIVER "Like Kryptonite To Stupid" WILLIS LATELY, but then I haven't spent a lot of time with Cecil, the Seasick Sea Serpent lately either. In general, I find that dim children pretending to be smart are a chore. In fact, it is usually boring to spend time with anyone that, having a modicum of intelligence, likes to pretend they are smarter than they are. I fear that Oliver, like his namesake Hardy, falls into this latter category. Oliver Hardy's schtick, you might recall, was one of playing the ever-so-smart top banana to Stan Laurel. He always came a cropper.
Oliver Willis salutes this grand tradition daily on his strangely popular website. Travel there and you will see this bold banner waving over all:
Continued...ON AND OFF FOR OVER 30 YEARS I lived in New York City and I was always surprised to find that, whenever you thought you'd seen the utter bottom in human degredation performed for the sake of personal advancement or self-aggrandisement, there was still filthier mud waiting down below.
There's something about the media industry in that city best described as "Hell with good restaurants" that calls out for items that showcase a greater and greater degredation of the self in order to advance. God knows I played my part. It's been two years since I've wandered the streets of Gotham where papers giving directions to any flavor of self-abnegation you wish are stacked in every coffee shop and free on every corner, but it was with a feeling of extreme deja vu that I saw The New York Press's new cover and knew that a new bottom had been achieved.
There's something about a whole class of people that get drawn to New York that allows them to drain any drop of decency and humanity from their souls and refill it with filth to wild applause from others of their ilk. We're seeing that vile ritual acted out here at the hands of one "Matt Taibbi." Not content, I imagine, with his previous position in the daisy chain of disgusting souls, he seeks to improve it with the standard anti-Catholic outrage. Hard to do in a town that tolerates in the name of art the placing of dung on the Virgin Mary, but Taibbi proves himself just the insect for job.
Continued...IT IS NOT IMPROVING MY MOOD OR MY CHEST COLD to see, again and again, stories on the fake, phony, fraud Ward Churchill that describe him as "embattled." A Google News check on embattled Churchill yields 202 hits, up from 173 yesterday.
There's nothing "embattled" about this poor excuse for a man at all. He's just one of a legion of poseurs hiding in the petrified forests of our groves of academe, that has had the misfortune to play his cards a bit too loose and be exposed for the reptile that he is. Now that he is exposed, let's just finish him off an be done with it. "Embattled" suggests something noble whereas in truth there's nothing noble or even savage about this man. He a quisling. Always has been and always will be.
AS THEY BEHAVE AT THE CONVENTION, SO SHALL THEY TRY TO VOTE IN NOVEMBER. One of the problems with Kos, perhaps the major problem, is that he doesn't know when to shut up. Take this smarmy little "backstage" item about how the Democrats are packing their own convention hall:
So here's how it works.Take that little, "harmless," cheat and extend it to election day. Clearly, members of a party that would cheat their own convention in such a way would have even less of a problem doing something along the same lines when it came to voting. Vote. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.There are a few thousand delegates with credentials. But lots more people want to come in and partake in the festivities. Even if it is a "stage-managed event", it's a party for political junkies, and there are lots more of us than most people realize.
So a delegation gets in the building. One person collects all their credentials, walks out the Fleet Center, and returns with a whole new group. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
So suddenly, there are three times as many "delegates" walking around.
The comments on this post confirm and endorse this behavior.
I'm currently reading Hewitt's " If It's Not Close, They Can't Cheat: Crushing the Democrats in Every Election and Why Your Life Depends on It ." This Kostathetic item only underscores Hewitt's premise. As I said yesterday concerning their candidate, the Democrats' critical shortage is 'honor.'
You knew that already, but it helps to have one of their own confirm it.
CLIFFORD MAY'S In the Media column gives a useful insight into the current small question of "What makes Joe Wilson lie?" It turns out the his resume isn't as lustrous as Wilson would lead one to believe.
I don't think Joe Wilson is an evil man. I do think he is an angry partisan and an opportunist.Continued...According to my sources, during most of his diplomatic career he specialized in general services and administration, which means he was not the political or economic adviser to the ambassador, rather he was the guy who makes sure the embassy plumbing is working and that the commissary is stocked with Oreos and other products the ambassador prefers.