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.
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.
Er, Coulter? Ann Coulter? Oh. Yeah. We remember Ann Coulter.
Ann’s wardrobe consists entirely of black cocktail dresses from ”Skanks ‘R Us.” You
know, the title of her book reminds me of that pretentious Calvin
Klein perfume ad from the ’80’s with the slogan, “If obsession is a
sin, let me be guilty.” In Ann’s case, I guess the line would be, “If
an obsession with demonizing half the country is a sin, let me be
guilty, and then send me to Gitmo for the rest of my life.” Ah,
Coulter, the smell of it. Smells like tobacco breath, stale gin, and
We are talking about rhetorical courage, the
puffed-chest bravado and keyboard-rattling grandiloquence from which
true heros are made. Whether they are warning off the Moorish hordes,
threatening to start a civil war if they don’t get their way,
fearlessly yelling racial slurs from behind a pseudonym on the
internet, or steadfastly proclaiming their indomitable will to continue
blabbing on about all the super-butch things they’d do if only they
hadn’t already made plans to play Starcraft, these Warriors of Words are truly our last line of defense against not having to listen to them.(The Poor Man)
blogress, chickenhawk of the year, i don't like you either, loathly hags, poor man's institute, right wingers, teh nutroots, the creamy baileys nobel peace prize for science, the fluffy, the palme d'haire, the purple teardrop with clutched pearl cluster, the soggy biscuit, the toot, wank of the year, wingnuts
...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.
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William Kristol made number 1, with his prediction that Hill had the Democratic nomination all sewed up. Kristol is, of course, reliably wrong, which is why we love him so. Cockney Robin wrote a piece back in 2007 deconstructing Kristol's "Why Bush Will be a Winner" that still makes us laugh out loud. (Naturally, we're laughing at Kristol rather than with him).
So...we can all stop worrying. Santa Claus WILL come down your chimney as usual with his bag full of toys for your kids and a new job and a new mortgage for you! There WILL be presents under your tree and a turkey dinner (with razzleberry dressing) on your table!
Would Papa Bear or Karl Rove misrepresent the facts?
"Who in the what now?" I hear you thinking. "Joe the---oh, you mean this guy?"
No: Joe. JOE WURZELBACHER. Joe the Plumber? McCain's pal? Remember him? Sure you do. Big block-headed guy---claims to be a plumber--- summoned up out of obscurity by McCain during one of the debates? Nothing?
Peggy Noonan hasn't seen any sign yet of this "recession" thing everyone keeps banging on about---her corner of the world looks pretty comfy and business-as-usual and full of affluent Christmas shoppers to her---and she and her ilk are feeling a bit nervous because now that Bush is going, some menace or threat might saw off the branch on which their designed-by-Hermes silk cocoons are suspended and crush their way of life under its collective heel.
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.
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.
It's like that scene in Post Office
where Bukowski's finally had enough of that co-worker who's always
muttering insults, and wheels on him only to realize that the guy is
lost in a private fog and has no awareness of him or anything else
around him. It takes a lot of the fight out of you.