DBKP has released its (mostly) monthly ratings of the Most Popular 100 Conservative sites on the web, the Conservative 100. The ratings are based on Alexa traffic rankings 3-month worldwide average.Good company to be in even if one is allllllll the way down at the bottom at 108.
[Note: I'm filing this under "An agreeable person is one who agrees with me." Especially when it's Victor Davis Hanson:
"Gender. Here I am worried, as I have expressed previously, about the marked differences in the way our cultural elite express themselves. Hollywood offers an instructive example. Why can't any of our actors talk like a Humphrey Bogart, Glenn Ford, Lee Marvin, Henry Fonda, James Stewart, Bill Holden, or Gregory Peck? I'm not asking for Jack Palance or Fess Parker, just a normal male mainstream voice. I know there are Al Pacinos and Robert De Niros, but they too seem to fade before the new wave of DiCaprios. Elites talk (and probably sound) like the freedmen in Petronius' Satyricon. Today's male's voice is often far more feminine than that of 50 years ago. Sort of whiney, sort of nasally, sort of fussy. Being overexact, sighing, artificially pausing, all that seems part of the new elite parlance. In terms of vocabulary, the absolute ("he's no damn good," "she's a coward, "he ran the business to hell") is avoided. Pejoratives and swearing resemble adolescent temper tantrums rather than threats that might well presage violence." -Victor Hanson, Pity the Postmodern Cultural Elite]
Joel Stein, "Humorist"
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
-- Bob Dylan: Desolation Row
LIKE SOME HAGGARD CRACK WHORE banging on the door of a dealer's den willing to do anything , the hapless Joel ( "I despise our troops." ) Stein has been passed randomly about the blogsphere in the last couple of days.
Once a blogpile of such mountainous proportions starts, there's little left to comment on in terms of the content of Stein's small dry excretion after the first five hours. By that time the whole quisling screed has been pretty much picked apart like a biology major dissects an owl's pellet and glues the contents to a board with captions.
Looking back, man or woman, we've all got this sort of playlist: songs that were strong at the time we encountered the people of power in our lives; songs forever associated with no others.
This is mine. What's yours?
Continued...I'll be busy elsewhere for a bit.
You'll see.
Watch this space.
Updated: Land of Hope And Dreams - Bruce Springsteen - Live in NY City:
We come on the ship they call the Mayflower.
Come on the ship that sails the moon.
We come in the age's most uncertain hours,
And sing an American tune.
Simon and Garfunkel, Central Park, 1981.
AT-AT day afternoon from Patrick Boivin on Vimeo.
It's a dog's life but something's got to live it. By the brilliant Patrick Boivin who did the ultimate Iron Man parody:
IRON BABY from Patrick Boivin on Vimeo.