Do You Like to Mess Around?

Maybe this works:



I have things in my iTunes library that have accumulated without me paying any attention at all. This is one such thing, and listening at low volume at work I was briefly convinced I was listening to some 70s band and the singer might have looked a lot like this:



But with the volume up they do some things those 70s bands don't do. I just don't understand the absence of that metal chug in so much older electric-guitar music. It's so easy and satisfying - how could it have been missed?

Anyway, yes, they're revealed as the usual hipsters.

But already a nostalgia act:

For those who miss the hedonistic days of Williamsburg 2004, this show's for you: Diamond Nights and Cheeseburger play Brooklyn Bowl on February 13. $5.00 tickets are on sale.

Where's K-Lo?

An alarm bell goes off at The Corner:

On his blog, Al Gore gives Mitt Romney a thumbs-up for his position on climate change.

“Good for Mitt Romney — though we’ve long passes the point where weak lip-service is enough on the Climate Crisis,” Gore headlined a blog post today quoting a Washington Post article that discussed Romney’s belief that climate change was real.

No K-Lo in sight. Instead, her treacherous sidekick K-To.

Who the hell is Katrina Trinko anyway?

Irreverent Messenger of the Week: Katrina Trinko

As an intern with National Review Online, a freelance writer for numerous publications, and a former Editorial Department Fellow at USA Today, Katrina Trinko may only be a year out of Thomas Aquinas College, but she is already developing a reputation as a passionate and prolific writer who isn’t afraid of calling-out the political establishment when they’re wrong.

It was Trinko’s latest opinion piece in USA Today that brought her to our attention.

You graduate from college, you get to write editorials in USA Today. That's the liberal media for you.

Fun on the Internet

Here is something fun thanks to eddeaddad at Gnoetry Daily.

Here is Michael Moriarty writing about how funny Mark Steyn is when he's talking about Anthony Weiner:

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But slowly now. Very slowly.

That is a perfect seed.

Settings, with the Moriarty quote plus a bunch of junk up the page:



Same settings:

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And again:

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Facilitation

The first of a series of articles:

Still, the Wendrows had resolutely refused to believe testing that consistently showed [their daughter] functioned at the level of a 2-year-old and that in addition to being autistic, she was mentally retarded.

The Wendrows were introduced to [facilitated communication] in 2004 by Dr. Sandra McClennen, a retired education professor from Eastern Michigan University who had been working with their daughter for three years. She trained the girl to use FC, a highly controversial method through which autistic people are said to communicate using a keyboard, aided by another person.

[...]

The Tuesday morning after Thanksgiving break, [facilitator Cynthia] Scarsella asked how the weekend went.

Scarsella guided the girl's right hand over the specialized keyboard. She held her wrist as the girl, striking one letter at a time, typed out a message:

"My dad gets me up banges me and then we have breakfast. ... He puts his hands on my private parts."

Scarsella asked whether the girl's mother knew. She facilitated as the girl answered yes and typed:

"She doesn't say anything."

Scarsella immediately told Natalie Miller, the girl's teacher, who notified her supervisors. Michigan law requires school officials to report any credible allegation of sexual abuse to authorities.

Within hours, police, prosecutors and social workers were on the move.

Within two days, the children were wards of the state.

Within a week, the Wendrows were in jail.

Books

Saskatchewan is a funny place:

Raycraft said she was amazed when she first set eyes on the massive collection kept by their neighbours on a nearby acreage. "There was a house floor-to-ceiling with books," said Raycraft. "He was the collector; she had tried to get someone to appraise the books but they wouldn't come out [to the rural setting]."

"She didn't know how to deal with them so she started to burn them," Raycraft explained.

[...]

"We're talking 30 tonnes of books. The weight of the books is pulling the house apart."

Video at the link with a yellover delivered by somebody I think is trying to get out of Saskatchewan. Not while saying "LIEBERRY" and looking totally fucking baked, guy. Recommended viewing.

The REPUBLICAN PRIMARY Debate

A poll at the National Review:



Where are the Ron Paul faithful?

UPDATE!

Newt's vote total has been multiplied a hundred times over!

The Intellectual Side

For some reason I listened to Dennis Miller interview David Mamet. Dennis Miller is really stupid and embarrassing, but that's expected because he has never been funny. It takes real endurance to get through him pretending to be HEP like some declawed version of the already-lamed Cool Cat. On the other hand it's kinda fun to hear playwright call-in radio, which I have never heard before. One caller talks about going to see Oleanna - his first non-musical - and thinking you'd pronounce Mamet MaMAY. I think that kinda thing is charming.

Success?

Mark Landis has an exhibit in Glasgow.

Mind you, to judge by the place's website they don't know what to show or how to show it.

Slander!

Shocking!

Mitt Romney's got enough to worry about without this: Rep. Thaddeus McCotter (R-MI) is holding a rally Wednesday to accuse Romney of basically being exactly the same as Barack Obama.

Untrue. Mitt Romney once tortured a dog.

In the Absence of Substance

Douchebag Kevin D. Williamson:

I just had a delightful conversation with Orson Swindle, the former head of the Economic Development Administration mentioned in our editorial this morning:

But even former EDA chief Orson Swindle eventually came around to the point of view that the program is useless, or perhaps worse than useless, describing it as a “congressional cookie jar.”

Mr. Swindle is keen to point out that he did not “eventually come around to the view” that the EDA is a mess and a waste — he went in knowing that. A true-believing Reaganite, his desire was to kill the EDA, or, failing that, to get it on a very short leash.

Mr. Swindle is pictured below:



Nitwit Williamson kindly included a wikipedia link for ORSON FUCKING SWINDLE FOR GOD'S SAKE and there we find this:

In 1994 and in 1996 he was a Republican candidate for Congress in Hawaii's 1st Congressional District. In 1996 he held the incumbent, Democrat Neil Abercrombie, to 50% of the vote.

That's like winning!

Swindle is also on the board of Citizens Against Government Waste (CAGW), an independent political advocacy group that seeks to eliminate waste, mismanagement, and inefficiency in the federal government. Throughout its history, CAGW has been accused of fronting lobbying efforts of corporations to give them the appearance of "grassroots" support.^[4] In part, this is because CAGW has accepted donations from Phillip Morris, the Olin Foundation, the Bradley Foundation, Microsoft, Merrill-Lynch, and Exxon-Mobil. CAGW also has ties to convicted lobbyist Jack Abramoff.^[5]

Gadget Porn

Colossus: The Forbin Project is a funny kinda film. The premise is that, seemingly untested in the real world, countries turn their defences over to massive computers that can decide to launch missiles when they feel the time is right. Then the computers start chatting with each other and getting cranky. It's hard to imagine that anyone who has used computers long enough to watch something go haywire could take such a film seriously, yet I gather it's being remade soon. With Will Smith.

The title sequence is worth watching in a Popular Science wet-dream way. I dunno if you can find the whole of the movie to watch - this is most of it - and I don't think it's worth the effort except as a look into a world so science-happy that they could cede the control of their countries over to hardware. FOOLS! Nobody needs to do that when we have Holy Books.

It's Not a Tumour

Some of the words are here.

And gee, this has a lot of muscle that I didn't really expect:

Complaining

I enjoy hearing people be mean about Sex and the City II.



Follow this and there are podcasts featuring similar ranting. Also interviews and conversations about film music. (Audio only, fortunately.)

Blowhards

Send him back to jail just to make me happy please:

TORONTO — Court documents filed by prison staff depicting Conrad Black as a less-than-model inmate are being dismissed by the former media baron as "lies," while an ex-prosecutor predicted the filings "will likely have no influence" on convincing a judge to send Black back to jail.

Two affidavits sworn by a unit manager and an education specialist at Coleman Federal Correctional prison, where Black spent 29 months, say the Canadian-born businessman demanded special treatment from prison staff, was an unenthusiastic tutor and had gathered a posse of followers who cooked, cleaned and ironed his shirts.

Here's one of Black's more recent columns:

By complete accident, I have seen this program a number of times in the last few weeks, and it is always the same: Eliot Spitzer is a loud, fast-talking, overbearing know-it-all, who has rehearsed his arguments and unleashes himself on guests, or directly at the camera, in a torrent of imperious blowhardism.

A non-blowhard might end there but the paragraph continues:

He is even more irritating than Bill O’Reilly, because he is just as strident and ear-splitting, but more sinister. He has more than a desire to win an argument, like O’Reilly has; Spitzer has a will to dominate, to bulldoze his interlocutor. O’Reilly is opinionated, but Spitzer is belligerent. I normally move to the classical-music channel after a few minutes of either of them. But this self-adjudicated moot court Spitzer conducted about his own fairness and balance put me in mind of other recent outrages of liberal-media partisanship.

Happily, I have never seen Spitzer. Unhappily, I have read Black.

The Green movement, which had been an informal bucolic confederation of Sierra lovers of the wilderness, Greenpeace opponents of nuclear testing, and amiable eccentrics in hiking boots and pith helmets, brandishing butterfly nets and festooned with binoculars, became a rampart of the Left. Like the rural Communist guerrillas of the Colombian FARC, overwhelmed by the influx of massively armed and armored drug lords, the old agitators for cleaner air and water and pretty lepidoptera were inundated by the advocates of deindustrialization, abandonment of the automobile, and Churchillian resolution in the face of untrammeled cow flatulence. The genuine environmentalists were a perfect front for the beaten army of malcontents, radicals, and dull foot-soldiers who crowded like the grim wreckage of Napoleon’s Grande Armée at Smolensk in 1812 into this incongruous political ecosystem.The Green movement, which had been an informal bucolic confederation of Sierra lovers of the wilderness, Greenpeace opponents of nuclear testing, and amiable eccentrics in hiking boots and pith helmets, brandishing butterfly nets and festooned with binoculars, became a rampart of the Left. Like the rural Communist guerrillas of the Colombian FARC, overwhelmed by the influx of massively armed and armored drug lords, the old agitators for cleaner air and water and pretty lepidoptera were inundated by the advocates of deindustrialization, abandonment of the automobile, and Churchillian resolution in the face of untrammeled cow flatulence. The genuine environmentalists were a perfect front for the beaten army of malcontents, radicals, and dull foot-soldiers who crowded like the grim wreckage of Napoleon’s Grande Armée at Smolensk in 1812 into this incongruous political ecosystem.The Green movement, which had been an informal bucolic confederation of Sierra lovers of the wilderness, Greenpeace opponents of nuclear testing, and amiable eccentrics in hiking boots and pith helmets, brandishing butterfly nets and festooned with binoculars, became a rampart of the Left. Like the rural Communist guerrillas of the Colombian FARC, overwhelmed by the influx of massively armed and armored drug lords, the old agitators for cleaner air and water and pretty lepidoptera were inundated by the advocates of deindustrialization, abandonment of the automobile, and Churchillian resolution in the face of untrammeled cow flatulence. The genuine environmentalists were a perfect front for the beaten army of malcontents, radicals, and dull foot-soldiers who crowded like the grim wreckage of Napoleon’s Grande Armée at Smolensk in 1812 into this incongruous political ecosystem.The Green movement, which had been an informal bucolic confederation of Sierra lovers of the wilderness, Greenpeace opponents of nuclear testing, and amiable eccentrics in hiking boots and pith helmets, brandishing butterfly nets and festooned with binoculars, became a rampart of the Left. Like the rural Communist guerrillas of the Colombian FARC, overwhelmed by the influx of massively armed and armored drug lords, the old agitators for cleaner air and water and pretty lepidoptera were inundated by the advocates of deindustrialization, abandonment of the automobile, and Churchillian resolution in the face of untrammeled cow flatulence. The genuine environmentalists were a perfect front for the beaten army of malcontents, radicals, and dull foot-soldiers who crowded like the grim wreckage of Napoleon’s Grande Armée at Smolensk in 1812 into this incongruous political ecosystem.The Green movement, which had been an informal bucolic confederation of Sierra lovers of the wilderness, Greenpeace opponents of nuclear testing, and amiable eccentrics in hiking boots and pith helmets, brandishing butterfly nets and festooned with binoculars, became a rampart of the Left. Like the rural Communist guerrillas of the Colombian FARC, overwhelmed by the influx of massively armed and armored drug lords, the old agitators for cleaner air and water and pretty lepidoptera were inundated by the advocates of deindustrialization, abandonment of the automobile, and Churchillian resolution in the face of untrammeled cow flatulence. The genuine environmentalists were a perfect front for the beaten army of malcontents, radicals, and dull foot-soldiers who crowded like the grim wreckage of Napoleon’s Grande Armée at Smolensk in 1812 into this incongruous political ecosystem.The Green movement, which had been an informal bucolic confederation of Sierra lovers of the wilderness, Greenpeace opponents of nuclear testing, and amiable eccentrics in hiking boots and pith helmets, brandishing butterfly nets and festooned with binoculars, became a rampart of the Left. Like the rural Communist guerrillas of the Colombian FARC, overwhelmed by the influx of massively armed and armored drug lords, the old agitators for cleaner air and water and pretty lepidoptera were inundated by the advocates of deindustrialization, abandonment of the automobile, and Churchillian resolution in the face of untrammeled cow flatulence. The genuine environmentalists were a perfect front for the beaten army of malcontents, radicals, and dull foot-soldiers who crowded like the grim wreckage of Napoleon’s Grande Armée at Smolensk in 1812 into this incongruous political ecosystem.The Green movement, which had been an informal bucolic confederation of Sierra lovers of the wilderness, Greenpeace opponents of nuclear testing, and amiable eccentrics in hiking boots and pith helmets, brandishing butterfly nets and festooned with binoculars, became a rampart of the Left. Like the rural Communist guerrillas of the Colombian FARC, overwhelmed by the influx of massively armed and armored drug lords, the old agitators for cleaner air and water and pretty lepidoptera were inundated by the advocates of deindustrialization, abandonment of the automobile, and Churchillian resolution in the face of untrammeled cow flatulence. The genuine environmentalists were a perfect front for the beaten army of malcontents, radicals, and dull foot-soldiers who crowded like the grim wreckage of Napoleon’s Grande Armée at Smolensk in 1812 into this incongruous political ecosystem.The Green movement, which had been an informal bucolic confederation of Sierra lovers of the wilderness, Greenpeace opponents of nuclear testing, and amiable eccentrics in hiking boots and pith helmets, brandishing butterfly nets and festooned with binoculars, became a rampart of the Left. Like the rural Communist guerrillas of the Colombian FARC, overwhelmed by the influx of massively armed and armored drug lords, the old agitators for cleaner air and water and pretty lepidoptera were inundated by the advocates of deindustrialization, abandonment of the automobile, and Churchillian resolution in the face of untrammeled cow flatulence. The genuine environmentalists were a perfect front for the beaten army of malcontents, radicals, and dull foot-soldiers who crowded like the grim wreckage of Napoleon’s Grande Armée at Smolensk in 1812 into this incongruous political ecosystem.The Green movement, which had been an informal bucolic confederation of Sierra lovers of the wilderness, Greenpeace opponents of nuclear testing, and amiable eccentrics in hiking boots and pith helmets, brandishing butterfly nets and festooned with binoculars, became a rampart of the Left. Like the rural Communist guerrillas of the Colombian FARC, overwhelmed by the influx of massively armed and armored drug lords, the old agitators for cleaner air and water and pretty lepidoptera were inundated by the advocates of deindustrialization, abandonment of the automobile, and Churchillian resolution in the face of untrammeled cow flatulence. The genuine environmentalists were a perfect front for the beaten army of malcontents, radicals, and dull foot-soldiers who crowded like the grim wreckage of Napoleon’s Grande Armée at Smolensk in 1812 into this incongruous political ecosystem.The Green movement, which had been an informal bucolic confederation of Sierra lovers of the wilderness, Greenpeace opponents of nuclear testing, and amiable eccentrics in hiking boots and pith helmets, brandishing butterfly nets and festooned with binoculars, became a rampart of the Left. Like the rural Communist guerrillas of the Colombian FARC, overwhelmed by the influx of massively armed and armored drug lords, the old agitators for cleaner air and water and pretty lepidoptera were inundated by the advocates of deindustrialization, abandonment of the automobile, and Churchillian resolution in the face of untrammeled cow flatulence. The genuine environmentalists were a perfect front for the beaten army of malcontents, radicals, and dull foot-soldiers who crowded like the grim wreckage of Napoleon’s Grande Armée at Smolensk in 1812 into this incongruous political ecosystem.

Me and Marc Emery

Ron Paul, in an email to YOURS TRULY!

I don't have to defend against passing a bill just as bad as ObamaCare. Mitt Romney does. So it's ok if he has a bit more money than we do.

He's going to need it.

But I certainly need to compete. It's vital I have the financial backing to build a first-class operation in early caucus and primary states and show the pundits and press that I am a serious candidate.

I know these so-called "gate keepers" are part of the Washington problem, but the fact is their either dismissing of candidates or praising them makes a difference to many undecided voters.

That's why the grassroots launched a the R3VOLUTION v. RomneyCare Money Bomb today.

Will you help us in this grassroots effort to build a first-class operation in early voting states like Iowa and New Hampshire?

Ron Paul is battling Mitt Romney. FOR R3ALZ!

Patriots like you can help me fight back. Please chip in your most generous contribution toward the grassroots the R3VOLUTION v. RomneyCare Money Bomb. Thank you for your support.

JanusNode? Is that you? I could look up the fate of the money from his last campaign but I prefer to imagine that he was true to his libertarian principles and spent it on hookers and blow.

Poor Ron Paul dimwit and fellow Vancouverite Marc Emery has written a pretty good description of what's going to be his day-to-day life for a while.

Population Regulation

When I heard about a method of male birth control involving injections I immediately started wondering whether or not a cartridge of the stuff might fit into a rifle. Silly me, if you have a rifle why not fire the regular bullets and prevent the same amount of babies? Video scrotum surgery at the link my friends.

Winning!

Hey now:

(Reuters) - Defense Secretary Robert Gates said on Saturday there could be political talks with the Afghan Taliban by the end of this year if NATO made more military advances and put pressure on the insurgents.

Plus One

Is this a way to make search engines better or worse?

In completely unrelated blog filler, if you think you might enjoy being me for a while remember that your child may start loudly chanting "Mental Organism Designed Only for Killing - MODOK!" at the restaurant.

Bonus dialogue:

Q. Why did MODOK want to kill people?
A. Because he was a BAD Mental Organism Designed Only for Killing.

Warnings

It is completely unfair of the media to interview Sarah Palin while she is positioning herself in front of cameras.

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