Did you know that Bush is still president? It's true. BUT NOT FOR VERY MUCH LONGER.
Bloggenfreude at Agitprop mourns W's passing. "We will never see his like again."
As a lefty blogger, I will miss him. Sure he’s a dangerous
sociopath, a pathological liar, and a national embarrassment. But he’s
also The Decider, The Commander Guy, and Commander Codpiece. Think about that as January 20, 2009 approaches....
The photographic tributes are particularly choice. We recommend clicking.
Jonah Goldberg said liberals only liked Obama because they didn't know any real (that is, poor and dangerous) black people; Taranto
said Democrats were intimidated into nominating him, as an old lady
might be intimidated into surrendering her purse to a mugger.
And as he says, and we agree, it was a very odd year. For example,
It was the year when it finally became apparent that the West's economy
was entirely based upon the ruling class's willingness to believe in
the literal existence of golden unicorns that shoot rubies out of their
eyes and gold bricks out of their arses, leading to massive government
investment to shore up the ruby-shooting, gold-shitting unicorn
...And it was a year in which the great and the
good leapt to their feet in spirited defence of lowly Georgia, finally
opening their mouths to righteously denounce the mighty Russian
bastards, before slowly sitting back down, opening their newspapers and
pretending they'd never spoken as it emerged that the Russo-Georgian
War was a bit more of a level-bastardry field than we had initially been led to believe.
Here are a few specifics (he worked backwards starting with December 2008) from Part 1:
(Sir Baz says this story is "days old", but we liked it too much to delete it.)
British Culture Secretary (Hey, why don't we have one of those? We should get one of those ASAP!) Andy Burnham, worried about the effect of the internets on children---good; good; we like children too--- has a solution!
Ratings for websites!
Okay, scratch what we just said about getting one of those. According to the BBC,
Film-style age ratings could be applied to websites
to protect children from harmful and offensive material, Culture
Secretary Andy Burnham has said.
by Damozel | I read Sexual Personae Vol. 1 in---what was it? 1992? A LONG time ago, anyway---and I really enjoyed it. I love reading other people's literary hallucinations, even when I don't buy into them, and Paglia's hypnotic hyper-visual prose style is exceedingly well suited to the discussion of painting and literature.
Though I couldn't agree less with her fundamental premises, I enjoyed reading her strange and wondrous reframings of my favorite works of art and literature. It was like looking at them...um, through a glass, and darkly. Some of her eerier interpretations (on Sade, on Blake, on Baudelaire, on Coleridge on Swinburne) are forever seared upon my memory, not necessarily in a good way or in accordance with my wishes.
So I wish she hadn't ruined it all for me by trying to get herself positioned as some sort of cultural (including popular culture) arbiter. Not satisfied with being a critic and commentator, she wanted to be Ye Supreme Arbiter of American Popular Culture.
I think this deadpan (東京オンリーピック 開会式＜フルバージョン＞) animated take-off of the Olympics may be one of the subversively funniest videos of the year....
As he says, "the giant motorized pigeons feasting on acrobats [and]...[t]he giant Buddha sweeping teams of competitors off his tongue into the Olympic pool" are alone worth the time. But there so much more.
...which are, of course, in completely different coloring books. Meanwhile, the Left just laughs the bitter laughter of adults who have seen it all before because OF COURSE everyone knew it was coming, even though it is all so stupid, so stupid and transparent, so stupid and transparent and bogus, and yet full of wingnutty media-fuelled portentousness and pomposity.
Conservative Andrew Breitbart intends to start a new website on which conservatives will review films. Derrierism, a new school of film criticism that Jon Swift identified in August 2007---and a tag which made its way into the Urban Dictionary--- has evolved from "an esoteric school of film criticism championed by a few forward-thinking critics." (Swift 12-9-2008). Quoting extensively from Mr. Swift, the Urban Dictionary defines derrierism as follows:
The critical method of judging movies by whether your buttocks moves in
the seat while watching them. Derrièrists dispense with such niceties
as subtlety and thought in movie criticism, believing that
intellectuals, relativists, existentialists, pacifists, and no doubt
the Communist Left have had the upper hand in film-making for too long.
In short, a "derrierist" is a film reviewer who pulls film reviews out of his---or indeed her---ass.
Among us are a couple of religious people---even one very religious person---and we all agree that when Jesus said "Give what belongs to Caesar to Caesar and what belongs to God to God", he was endorsing the view that mixing religion with politics just makes everyone mad.
John Cole has an excellent post on why citing God as your authority never really persuades anyone.
At The Left Coaster, Paradox
has put up a post arguing that
it's time for a little less detachment about the impending Depression [see The Agonist]
and a little more thought about the damage that's already been done, and being done, and the suffering that's already started.
big on displacement, whenever some atrocity occurs wingers accuse
liberals of showing insufficient outrage. It's not so much a policy
prescription as an accusation of psychological unfitness because,
though we agree that we would rather kill terrorists than let them kill
us, we don't express it in blood-curdling howls...
Speaking of Wall Street and jackasses, Blue Texan discusses Noonan's post hoc ergo propter hoc argument that at least Bush kept us safe, except of course--as he points out---for the people in New Orleans' 9th Ward during Katrina and the kids we sent to Iraq and Afghanistan. P.S. At her "sparkling" GOPfest, she stillcould not see the foreclosure signs. Walk her out in the morning dew, this morning.
On ABC tonight,
George W. Bush said he was "sorry" that Americans are losing their jobs
and watching their 401(k) plans get fiendishly rear-ended into the next
12 dimensions thanks to the throbbing fiscal phallus of Friedman and
Laffey, free marketeers to whose semen- and feces-slathered altar knelt
Harvard MBA George "Fuck Everyone Including the Shareholders" Bush like
a love-lorn acolyte.
Don't know how we missed Molly Ivors' incisive and scathing---in the manner of a flaying---commentary at Whiskey Fire. In the course of reflecting on MoDo's role in dumbing down public discourse, she says:
Man, Palin and her people don't give the political comics and satirists a chance, do they? They're out there in the ring all the time, in clown make-up, orange wigs, and comical two-foot long shoes, falling off bitty little bicycles, sitting down on whoopee cushions, falling off the tight ropes, dancing with pink French poodles with ruffles round their necks, and using the safety net as their personal trampoline.
Pondering the relief expressed by military officials that Bush is finally on his way out, Dave at Orcinus reflects:
better way to lose a war than to have your on-the-ground decisions be
forced through an ideological prism. And it was obvious even to
outsiders that this was how Bush was conducting the Iraq war -- indeed,
it was the decisive factor behind the very decision to invade in the
In his interview with his sister, Bush discussed how he wishes to be remembered. If he were someone else, I'd find the hopes he confides rather touching. But he's Bush and I find the whole thing disturbing and embarrassing and distressing in light of the, you know, FACTS.
Give the man this. At least he didn't say he wants to be remembered as a man who left the world a little better than he found it. (He might have implied it, but he didn't actually say it.)
They---i.e., those in charge of declarations---have at last declared a recession! It's official! Huzzah! And to celebrate, and to ensure that there's plenty of shredded ticker-tape for the parade, the Dow plunged 680 points.
(There had better be a parade, after they made us wait all this time.)
The mob mentality is a really funny thing. You see it at political
rallies and old Universal horror films where the townsfolk are whipped
up into a frenzy and storm the castle with pitchforks and torches. But shopping?
This is especially indefensible when you stop to think that the same
items are going to be available for the next month. Yes, you might save
a few bucks, but is that really worth all this?....
Oh, Zeppo. Can you say "$600 plasma screen TV's"? How about "Doorbuster Specials"?
If you hadn't just lived through 8 years of Bush and Cheney, you wouldn't believe this could be possible.
Since you just have, your outrage and incredulity meters shorted out a long time ago and there's nothing left of them but a few busted springs going boingy-boingy-boingy 24/7. You'll probably just say, "Huh." So I'm noting this for later, when we've all had our sense of moral outrage restored at least to pre-Katrina levels.
Hey, AIG found out a way to carry out a stunning public relations ploy by giving up their bonuses, while totally paying themselves big bucks as "retention bonuses"! Ad-mir-able! Deb Cupples discusses it here.
At Angry Bear, rdan quotes self-serving statements of AIG execs made to FT, in which they explain how retention bonuses are way better.
Our co-blog Buck Naked Politics rounded up blogger commentary on the trampling/stampeding death one Wal-Mart employee as a result of over-enthusiastic Wal-Mart shoppers here. Mr. Swift has a somewhat different take. Like William Kristol, who urged Bush to pardon wiretappers and torturers (see our nutshell summary), Mr. Swift would like to see Bush pardon the Wal-Mart shoppers and---following Kristol's lead---award the offenders the Medal of Freedom.
"After following his work for a few years, it seems fair to say that
Pastor Swank’s default discursive mode will soon be indistinguishable
in tone from the ravings on a bottle of Dr. Bronner’s soap." (Gavin M., Happy Swanksgiving)
"Blatt is the kind of guy that, had he been born a turkey..., he would have spent his formative years
dreaming of growing up to be a spokesman for Butterball. (Clif, The True Meaning of Thanksgiving)
"I don’t know about you, but I’d rather convert to Mormonism than attend
a Republican punk rock concert or watch a conservative performance
artist perform. And what would a conservative performance artist do
exactly? Smear her chastely-clothed body in crude oil while chanting
“Drill, Baby, Drill”?" (Clif, Young, Dumb, Hung, and Full of _____)