No words for this. In fact, don’t read that without a barf bag and antidepressants.
If I knew anything at all about video, I would make little movies now.
Category Archives: professionals
There’s No Reason Why I Heard That
This is a fucking execution.
See it. Know it. The little kick after the poor guy drops dead is a nice touch. It’s done in our names.
In related news, the motherfucker who gave us the Department of Homeland Security and paramilitary cops finally answers for his perfidious perfidy.
Senator Joseph I. Lieberman will announce on Wednesday that he will not seek a fifth term, according to a person he told of his decision. Mr. Lieberman, whose term is up in 2012, chose to retire rather than risk being defeated, said the person, who spoke to the senator on Tuesday.
“I don’t think he wanted to go out feet first,” the person said.
And speaking of feet first, the King of Doctor-Killers just keeps coming back.
Randall Terry, founder of Operation Rescue, will announce Thursday that he will challenge President Barack Obama in the 2012 Democratic primaries.
Terry is perhaps best known to Floridians for his role as the spokesman for Terri Schiavo’s parents and for his challenge of state Sen. Jim King in the Republican primary in 2006.
“My constituency is the millions of pro-life[sic – and I mean that./Ed.] advocates who want to make child-killing illegal from conception until birth,” said Terry on Tuesday. “My base is those who know that we must show Americans the victims of abortion, in order to restore the full protection of law to unborn babies.”
Terry, who has backed graphic ads of abortion procedures before, hopes to run ads during the 2012 NFL playoff games, including the Super Bowl.
“America has never truly debated child-killing, because America has never truly seen child-killing,” insisted Terry. “We will use FEC and FCC laws for federal candidates to bring America face-to-face with this massacre of the innocents.”
I am exhausted by the effort of everyday living and this authoritarian, misogynistic, blindly zealous douche bounces back year after year like a particularly dickish superball. Meanwhile, my sister, surrounded by family members who have had abortions, squawks, “Roe v. Wade will never be overturned” and votes Republican. Frankly, I’ve had enough of the stupid and determined.
Dear Furry Overlords,
I do not belong on this planet, and your fur is boss.
Hugs,
Tata
In My Heart I Do Believe
The other night, Pete, my husband of 5 to 25 with time off for good behavior, set up the turntable in the attic, where we on an almost nightly basis use ancient exercise equipment while watching Rocky & Bullwinkle. Thursday, Pete discovered the cats had rewired the speakers through some sophisticated use of tools and a fine howdyado; Pete had re-rewired the speakers with gimlet eye and spiteful so-there. In other words, you would not have believed the metaphor pileup when I climbed the stairs and sat down on the rowing machine while the turntable and the speakers blasted Pete’s favorite Pete Seeger record and Talking Union. The music was very loud until I cranked up the rowing and hollered the words to Which Side Are You On? The latter song is good for pacing and breath control, but while you are really exerting yourself, be careful singing We Shall Overcome, for one thing because you are going to think of some very serious shit and schlamiels in suits and inexplicably out of clown shoes. Get a load of the hot steaming stupid:
L to r: Johnson and Rhodes, both unclear on the concept of Non-Violence.
Jeh C. Johnson, the Defense Department’s general counsel, posed that question at today’s Pentagon commemoration of King’s legacy.
In the final year of his life, King became an outspoken opponent of the Vietnam War, Johnson told a packed auditorium. However, he added, today’s wars are not out of line with the iconic Nobel Peace Prize winner’s teachings.
This is what it sounds like when a true believer picks a name out of the Famous Dead People Hat and turns that famous person into someone he or she simply never was, but who approves of the true believer. This is like Tony Blair had hinted Gandhi went in for a little imperialist adventure now and then. This is like the American Cattlemen adopting Francis of Assisi. This is like the bishops saying Jesus wouldn’t mind a little child molesting. Dudes, if there was a Jesus and he was who you say he was, you are in the deepest of deep shit FOREVER, NO BACKSIES. And Mr. Johnson? What part of non-violence and economic justice condones war?
In King’s last speech in Memphis, Tenn., on April 3, 1968 – the night before he died – King evoked the biblical parable of the Good Samaritan, Johnson noted.
According to the parable, a traveler was beaten and robbed and left for dead. Two other travelers passed the man as he lay alongside the road – one was a priest. Both ignored the man and continued on their way. Finally, a Samaritan traveling the road showed compassion and took the stranger to an inn and saw to his care.
In his speech, King drew a parallel between those who passed by the man on the road and those in Memphis who at the time hesitated to help striking sanitation workers because they feared for their own jobs.
Johnson said King criticized those who are compassionate by proxy, noting the civil rights leader told the audience in Memphis that night, “The question is not, ‘If I stop to help this man in need, what will happen to me?’ The question is, ‘If I do not stop to help the sanitation workers, what will happen to them?'”
I hate to break it to you, Mr. Johnson, but helping striking sanitation workers reach an agreement for decent pay, benefits and working conditions is not the same as dropping bombs on defenseless civilians in a country that can’t be bombed back into a Stone Age that has yet to happen, and you simply cannot extrapolate from a speech about justice that the speechwriter would support an unjust and illegal war. Or you can, but please put on the clown shoes so we know you’re not trying to pass yourself off as a big thinker. You’re certainly not much of a comedy writer.
Volunteers in today’s military, he said, “have made the conscious decision to travel a dangerous road and personally stop and administer aid to those who want peace, freedom and a better place in Iraq, in Afghanistan, and in defense of the American people.
“Every day, our servicemen and women practice the dangerousness – the dangerous unselfishness Dr. King preached on April 3, 1968,” Johnson told the audience.
…because if that’s not funny, perhaps it’s because hundreds of thousands of people have been administered to death, much like in that war Dr. King objected to in life.
A Lovely Bunch Of Coconuts
You don’t say, Mr. Scalia:
In 1868, when the 39th Congress was debating and ultimately proposing the 14th Amendment, I don’t think anybody would have thought that equal protection applied to sex discrimination, or certainly not to sexual orientation. So does that mean that we’ve gone off in error by applying the 14th Amendment to both?
Yes, yes. Sorry, to tell you that. … But, you know, if indeed the current society has come to different views, that’s fine. You do not need the Constitution to reflect the wishes of the current society. Certainly the Constitution does not require discrimination on the basis of sex. The only issue is whether it prohibits it. It doesn’t. Nobody ever thought that that’s what it meant. Nobody ever voted for that. If the current society wants to outlaw discrimination by sex, hey we have things called legislatures, and they enact things called laws. You don’t need a constitution to keep things up-to-date. All you need is a legislature and a ballot box. You don’t like the death penalty anymore, that’s fine. You want a right to abortion? There’s nothing in the Constitution about that. But that doesn’t mean you cannot prohibit it. Persuade your fellow citizens it’s a good idea and pass a law. That’s what democracy is all about. It’s not about nine superannuated judges who have been there too long, imposing these demands on society.
In that case, your services are no longer necessary. Please grab a gold watch on your way out.
Outside My Frost-Covered Window
Following up on this, which I admit was a post half-baked at best, comes this:
* That I created a hostile and sexist environment. This is depressing if not insulting. I could only hope people who felt this way would ask anyone who I directly worked with at Tribune, Sirius-XM or anywhere else. I live my life to be respectful, honest, positive, optimistic and fair. There are those who don’t believe that, and again, the only recourse I have is for anyone who doubts that to speak to anyone I have directly worked with or for at any point in my career.
* That I was part of some ex-Clear Channel boys club. I have never worked for Clear Channel. I have known and competed against Randy Michaels for decades, but most of the other Clear Channel people at Tribune I had never met prior to arriving here. In my opinion, once you walk through the doors of Tribune Tower, you are a Tribune employee and your past is not an issue as long as you do good work. I have seen only good work from these folks. I do look at myself as an outspoken, driven and perhaps rebellious type and if that’s a problem in the world of helping re-invent media, then so be it.
A few days after the New York Times published the story that chapped my fabulous ass, Mr. Lee Abrams, then an employee of embattled Tribune Media, sent out a memo featuring videos from the Onion featuring half-naked women. I have seen half-naked women, and I love them to pieces, but unless we work at a strip club, videos of half-naked women have no place in the modern American workplace. That IS creating a hostile, sexist environment. Mr. Abrams deserves our collective boot up his ass for disproving his own point, but proving mine: pigs do not believe they are pigs.
Those of us who are absolutely DONE letting pigs be pigs to us know that when a woman says she feels harassed and unsafe in her work environment, talk is finished. Any I created a hostile and sexist environment. This is depressing if not insulting deserves no dignifying. Motherfucker, mothers know when they’re being fucked. He’s insulted? He has the motherfucking gall to be insulted after he passed around wildly inappropriate videos, then hid behind rock and roll?
You know what? He lost his job because in his estimation women aren’t fully human and their concerns don’t concern him. And I know a bunch of roller derby queens who would happily go fully rock and roll on his old boys’ club ass.
I Can’t Say the Mark Is Mine
Order Is Never Found
Shorter Mean Girls: Susie Madrak is a slut! Athenae will never be popular! Oblomova for prom queen!
With Rules To Be Applied
Read this. Later, there’ll be a quiz.
I Was Yours But I’m Not
My cousin Sandy works in the bakery for the Cake Boss. She does lovely work and has a wonderful eye for color. Her favorite compliment is, “You’re a fucking retard.”
In other news, friend of Poor Impulse Control Mr. Blogenfreude sent me some ras el Hanout, a Moroccan spice mix I haven’t seen in stores here, though I probably wasn’t treasure-hunting in the right treasury places. The fragrance of the spice, double-wrapped and still inside the plastic mailing envelope perfumed our kitchen. The aroma is so fantastic I want to take a picture of it for you. Forget high speed: we need a scratch-and-sniff internet.
You Lay Down In the Road
Via Monkeyfister:
The images and the prospects for the future shock the conscience. And yet, as David Fahrenthold and Juliet Eilperin report, despite the disaster, despite its direct ties to our addiction to oil, the spill has resulted in almost no groundswell for environmental change.
The WaPo article DDay cites points out that Americans have reacted with determined indifference:
U.S. government estimates show that public demand for gasoline and electric power is looking stronger now than last year at this time. If these disasters have made individuals start conserving their energy use, “it’s not something that we’ve been able to observe,” said Tancred Lidderdale of the U.S. Energy Information Administration.
All of this makes a sharp contrast to 1969, when a far smaller oil spill – 100,000 barrels (4.2 million gallons) – hit beaches near Santa Barbara, Calif.
That spill triggered new restrictions on offshore drilling and, along with other disasters such as the fire on Cleveland’s Cuyahoga River, it helped spark the first Earth Day in 1970. In the years afterward, the government imposed historic new restrictions to protect clean water, clean air and endangered species.
This year’s spill hit in the era of recycling, organic food and hybrid cars: In fact, two days after the explosion, the Deepwater Horizon drilling rig sank on Earth Day’s 40th anniversary, April 22.
But, experts say, the reaction to this spill revealed a shift toward quieter, less ambitious environmental politics.
One reason is the economy: Concerns about unemployment have made the public and elected officials wary of the costs of change. People still remember $4-a-gallon gasoline a couple of summers ago, and don’t want fossil fuel to become more expensive.
Compromised environmentalists don’t look so hot either:
The Nature Conservancy’s chief scientist, Peter Kariva, also responded with a blog post defending the group’s collaboration with BP. “In fact, although we have never engaged with BP or other energy companies on their offshore Gulf drilling, maybe we should have — we might have been able to help site their activities to reduce the risk to the Gulf’s globally significant habitats.” Commenters fired off many angry responses to Kariva’s post.
Reportedly, BP also provided $2 million in donations to Conservation International. In response to the spill, the group plans to review its relationship with BP. Conservation International Vice President Justin Ward said, “Reputational risk is on our minds.”
Further, the Sierra Club and Audubon, along with other energy and environmental groups, joined with BP Wind Energy in 2007 to form the American Wind and Wildlife Institute. The Economist also reports that the Environmental Defense Fund helped BP develop its internal carbon-trading system.
Within a week after the well blew industry shills mounted a televised assault on environmental regulation. For a few minutes, I was actually shocked that people were willing to cross this line into raving indecency – because make no mistake, that is what it is – and declare that despite an ecological disaster that will change the complexion of our planet our toxic lifestyle would continue. If they had fiddles, I’d swear Rome was burning. But why should I be surprised by the magical thinking that allows crazy people to blather on about trashing our planet, ourselves and acting like there’s some other world we can all wreck next?
Look, it’s over. This life is over. We have to adapt to this reality or die.
Poor Impulse Control 