Friday, November 11, 2005
They're on the defensive which means shit and vomit and blood comes out. Look out for stuff like this:
"I point out that some of the critics today believed themselves in 2002 that Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction," Stephen J. Hadley, the national security adviser, said Thursday at a news briefing. "They stated that belief, and they voted to authorize the use of force in Iraq because they believed Saddam Hussein posed a dangerous threat to the American people. For those critics to ignore their own past statements, exposes the hollowness of their current attacks."
Easy enough. Ok, first off, Hadley's a lying fuck, always has been, and all they have to say is "Well, the White House lied to us!" Even though I don't believe that: almost everyone's got their dicks out on this one. And if you're a Democrat and you can't defend yourself, too bad, you should have had some courage when it actually mattered.
Nonetheless, they LIED LIED LIED LIED. That's all they need to be saying right now. We were ALL LIED TO by these LYING LIARS. Let God sort through the Democrats who sold us out later.
For such a rogue, he sure does suck balls with enthusiasm.
McCain warned that proposals for withdrawing forces next year "are exactly wrong" and called for the American military presence to grow by 10,000, to 165,000.
"Instead of drawing down, we should be ramping up, with more civil-military soldiers, translators and counterinsurgency operations teams," he told a packed audience at the American Enterprise Institute, a Washington research institute.
Mr. McCain said a proposal last month by Senator John Kerry, Democrat of Massachusetts, to reduce American troop level by 20,000 in coming months would be "a major step on the road to disaster."
Certainly more of a disaster than losing 2,000 more Americans and countless (literally - they don't count them) Iraqis. This amounts to treason and brutal inhumanity and it's not worth considering someone this willing to sell his spine off in little bits. He backed this war from the get-go and knew then what some people are starting to learn now: that it was bullshit from the start. I can't respect someone like John McCain. I can't even call him a man.
It's a charming indicator of the age that so many nerds engage in nerdy crusades -- like a fight for social justice -- on behalf of this or that open source software, platform or time machine.
Man, I'll never be a nerd like that.
Oh, yeah, have you heard of, uh, Firefox? Huh? It's really great and, well... here are a few reasons you should consider switching.
2. Your kids will only see porn when they want to.
Sorry, buddy... the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
9. Ritalin is fun, but A.D.D. is not.
Tabbed browsing, ad blocking, and pop-up blocking make it a lot easier to stay focused. Better for epileptics too: with Firefox's ad blocking ability, there won't be as many large swaths of flashing, pulsating colors on the websites you visit.
10. It's like switching from dating a 14-year-old to dating an 18-year-old.
...for a 16 year old, we mean. You know, it's a win-win.
I began hating Internet Explorer years ago, and first came across Firefox at a hippie cafe in Cambridge, Mass. Those days it was only Mozilla and it was a bit clunkier and goofier, but they had spirit, dammit. I've never been happier than with Firefox and that includes the week and a half I dated Carmen Electra in France.
Actually, that week really sucked.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Hey, hey there! We all know war can be pretty goofy and pretty fun, with lots of fun, zany terms for fun, zany weapons and techniques. We all know about bunker busters and daisy cutters, but have you heard of shake and bake? It's the new sensation that's sweeping the nation!
"WP [i.e., white phosphorus rounds] proved to be an effective and versatile munition. We used it for screening missions at two breeches and, later in the fight, as a potent psychological weapon against the insurgents in trench lines and spider holes when we could not get effects on them with HE. We fired 'shake and bake' missions at the insurgents, using WP to flush them out and HE to take them out."Tee hee hee! Cartoon enemies hit with this crazy stuff catch fire and run around "woop woop wooping" all the live-long day as they clutch their hats and high step in circles! Their eyes pop out comically and their lips curl to impossible lengths. After a while, they head for water, but the burning won't stop and as their skin flakes off in black masses the red curtain falls over Porky Pig's head and the battle is over and we are totally awesome and funny and everyone learns a lesson about freedom!
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
The dromedarian republicans in congress are getting all cute now, looking to put their own spin on criminalizing politics.
Top U.S. Republican lawmakers are seeking a congressional investigation into leaks of information used by The Washington Post in an article on the
CIA's secret global prison system, congressional aides said on Tuesday.
Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist and House of Representatives Speaker
Dennis Hastert in a draft letter asked the intelligence committees to "immediately initiate a joint investigation into the possible release of classified information."
Mississippi Republican Sen. Trent Lott told reporters he thought information for the story may have come from a Republican Senate staffer.
I mean it's adorable and everything to use words like bicameral and feign patriotism (nothing new there) and I'd like to be fairminded and say, well, if it really did compromise national security than it ought to be investigated, but let's face it: these guys are shameless, without ethics and desperate and this is nothing more than a pissing match, albeit a potentially expensive one. Harry Reid and company need to keep on the ball here and stay one step ahead while they still have the advantage. They should even try to co-opt the investigation, find some people to testify publicly, condemn any leaking of information that impedes national security while staying on the attack with PlameGate and the fact that these prisons are illegal, even though Bush continues to deny torture exists and refuses to accept the bipartisan anti-torture amendment.
And while we're at it, let's break open Bill Frist's and Tom DeLay's backs and see how much water leaks out...
Yesterday was one of the longest days I can remember -- so long that I first typed "Tomorrow was one of the longest days," which sounds almost like a Goldfinger song.
It started, of course, at work. Where I am habitually five-minutes late, no matter what I do. You may suggest I just set my alarm clock for, say, five minutes earlier or something equally logical, but then you wouldn't understand the saboteur that is my sleeping mind or its conspirator the alarm clock which sometimes unsets itself.
That's all a little too cutesie, non? Who cares about my waking up, really?
A full day at work, at any rate. A day in which I wanted to arrive an hour early, but instead arrived fifteeen minutes late, and then had to leave early to perform in what my lady-friend calls "The Gay Dance." In fact it was not gay at all, nor was it dance, though it did go up at the Dance Theater Workshop's 40th birthday thingy, and it was packed with people. I actually got to see a lot of interesting stuff: they had 40 artists installing and moving and doing all manner of cool weirdery scattered throughout the space.
I saw the wonderful Paul Lazar and his Big Dance Theater do a very funny excerpt. Saw some women in white suits slink on some glowing skylights. And saw Cynthia Hopkins lean and sip scotch and croon in her very strange, very beautiful voice which naturally seems to sound as if it's eminating from an old Victrola.
And we all ran around on a rolling box through green light. I found a very fun and creepy thing to do for our Entrance, when the ensemble creeps along the bank of giant windows the audience is staring out -- the beauty of "site specificity" in theatre: I sort of looked furtively at the window, cocked my head, and blew warm air against it as I moved across, leaving, obviously, a trail of fog. Then I kissed the window. It must have looked pretty weird. Or maybe I'm just lame. Certainly not avant garde as you can tell after hanging out with my for five minutes; one of those rangy actors mouthing his lines to himself in the corner and mumbling, "red leather, yellow leather," over and over again.
Maybe not that bad.
Then -- and we were done at 8 or so -- then I had to go to a shoot for this independent TV show pilot I got a very small part in. The shoot started at 10. They had no coffee for me. There was no place around to get any. And I was to be there till 4 am. With no coffee. Having to work the next day. I got to know a couple of the extras who were playing busboys. Oddly, there was an immediate parallel dynamic, as there is in real life, between the busboys (them) and the waiter (me). Not that I would approve of that, but they were extras, and I had a speaking part.
There was a thickly-accented hair dresser from Mill Basin Brooklyn who was just so tired and needs the work for her book. The rest of the crew, who were all very professional and generally looked to know what they were doing, was running around trying to set up shots -- their prior location, which they had scouted and blocked, pulled out at the last minute so this was their first look here (and all the while the owner and his pseudo-glamourous wife looked on from a bench in the dark corners of the room) so they were a little behind. When someone finally did show up with coffee I watched him through slit eyes as he poured the coffee out into plastic cups to be better split amongst the crew. I asked, finally, if I could have some since I was scheduled to be there till 4 am and, you know, not at all getting paid, and he kind of looked at all the cups, hesitated, sighed, and then said, "Yeah, fine go ahead."
Oh, ho ho! My apologies good sir!
Ok, I'm tired of complaining, because it was not all that bad and I had fun and what not. But basically I waited around till 3:30 am, completely exhausted and utterly out of small talk, when I was thrust into the kitchen for my big scene, allowed one rehearsal, not made up, and then whisked away and thanked profusely in a three-second burst by everyone else who had to wrap shooting before the location shut down in fifteen minutes.
In Africa, where evangelicals seem to understand even less about the most basic world concepts than they do here, this anti-gay preacher, who may or may not have his own latency issues, says the anus is best left alone, because it is Holy.
[Dr. Peet] Botha is a well-known speaker on the unacceptability of homosexual acts and in his book, Die Sinode en Homoseks (the synod and homosex), he warns that the church should stick to its stance on homosexual behaviour.
Now a debate is raging on the Kerkbode website about a section of this book in which Botha - based on physiological reasons - argues that people's bodies are not suited to sex with someone of the same gender.
The section is entitled The Anus is Holy.
One participant said the title illustrated "in a comical manner, the anti-gay lobby's fixation, and even fascination, with the sexual act between two men", and another believes it shows that heterosexual men think homosexual relationships concern only sex.
I don't even-- I mean, who would disagree, ultimately?
Monday, November 07, 2005
You know you're a whack job when even the Catholic Church thinks you're nuts.
THE Vatican has issued a stout defence of Charles Darwin, voicing strong criticism of Christian fundamentalists who reject his theory of evolution and interpret the biblical account of creation literally.
Cardinal Paul Poupard, head of the Pontifical Council for Culture, said the Genesis description of how God created the universe and Darwin's theory of evolution were "perfectly compatible" if the Bible were read correctly.
His statement was a clear attack on creationist campaigners in the US, who see evolution and the Genesis account as mutually exclusive.
"The fundamentalists want to give a scientific meaning to words that had no scientific aim," he said at a Vatican press conference. He said the real message in Genesis was that "the universe didn't make itself and had a creator".
I know the Catholics are infidels and outcasts to the fundies, but does anyone else find this pretty remarkable?