On October 10, 2007 Brzezinski along with other influential signatories sent a letter to President George W. Bush and Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice titled 'Failure Risks Devastating Consequences'. The letter was partly an advice and a warning of the failure of an upcoming
US sponsored Middle East conference scheduled for Nov 2007 between
Israelis and Palestinians. The letter also suggested to engage in "a
genuine dialogue with Hamas" than to isolate it further.
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:
All during the campaign we kept hearing from Sarah Palin that Obama and his supporters didn't think about America the same way she and the morons who voted for her aspire to think of it or give it the same blind love and loyalty that the wingnuts claim to give it. In a way, this is true. We think it's the duty of the citizen of a democracy to place democratic ideals before blind loyalty and that "tough love" is required to keep the country on the right path.
Sure, we liberals claim that our love is deeper because we seek to
improve the United States by pointing out its flaws. But calling your
wife fat isn’t love. True love is the blind belief that your child is
the smartest, cutest, most charming person in the world, one you would
gladly die for. I’m more in ‘like’ with my country.”
Conservatives had a field day with this, ingenuously taking him at his word and assuming that he is infallible on the subject of liberalism and is appointed by all liberals to speak for them. And so Clif at Sadly, No! thoughtfully compiled a list of all the things those America-lovin' wingnuts HATE HATE HATE!!!!! about their country.
America's reputation, Barack Obama, constitution, i don't like you either, joel stein, L.A. Times, liberalism, liberals, loving America, patriotism, patriotism, sadly no!, Sarah Palin, snark o' the day
(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.
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
We're all caught up in holiday activities at the moment, but who could resist all these cherishable Cheney moments? Certainly not us. It's just the right time for the Anti-Claus!
As Jon Stewart has so rightly said, we don't know Dick. Yes, he's still douchebag wrapped in an enigma and dipped in a mystery! And---in the immortal words of the Turtles, c. 1960-something---the more we see, the more we see there is to see!
So it seems Dick Cheney, Man of Mystery, had quite the little gabfest on Fox News:
WALLACE: Did you tell Senator Leahy, “bleep yourself”?
CHENEY: I did.
WALLACE: Any qualms, second thoughts, or embarrassment?
Basically it appears that Prager thinks that individual members of
minority groups should apologize for the bad things that other members
of that group did which forced the majority to enact discriminatory
laws against the entire minority group and then feel vaguely guilty
years later for doing so....
The zoo separated them because they kept stealing other penguins' eggs---"they were caught
placing stones at the feet of parents before waddling away with their
eggs." (MailOnline) This is the sweet part:
But angry visitors to Polar Land in Harbin, northern
China, complained it wasn't fair to stop the couple from becoming
surrogate fathers and urged zoo bosses to give them a chance.