Sunday, January 21, 2018

Matthew Dowd is a Fundamentally Ridiculous Person


Who the fuck is "us" you vantz?

Here is Mr. Heroically Shining Out In The Dark With Love a year ago.  Y'know, back in the days when some action in the general directions of not being a leader of the Don't Vote For Hillary Because K'rupt Duopoly circle-jerk might have made a tangible difference:

So no, Mr. Dowd, you and your ilk are not heroes of our epic American poem.  See you're the bad guys.  Minor ones, to be sure.  Mere gutless punks and henchmen-for-hire in the grand scheme of things, but definitely not on the side of the angels. 

On the other hand, while you will never, ever "shine the brightest", I guarantee you that we on the Left will most definitely never forget your name.

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Friday, January 19, 2018

Professional Left Podcast #424

"My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom. "
-- William Tecumseh Sherman
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Which Is a Better Candidate for an Episode of Electric Dreams?


A story about an alternate reality in which The New York Times actually pays David Brooks --  the guy who dumped his wife and the mother of his children for his much younger assistant -- to write a "Hugs Not Drugs!" column lamenting "advanced thinkers across the West" for taking the "enchantment" out of sex?
For this reason, cultures all around the world have treated emotional touching as something apart. The Greeks labeled the drive to touch with the word “eros,” and they meant something vaster and deeper than just sexual pleasure...

The Abrahamic religions also treat sex as something sacred and beautiful when enveloped in loving and covenantal protections, and as something disordered and potentially peace-destroying when not...
Or a story about an alternate reality in which NY Magazine pays America's most ludicrous gay Catholic Tory hermit True Conservative, Andrew Sullivan, to write about why New York is a shithole  --
I tried living in New York City for a year and a half and found it intolerable: sunless, overcrowded, rude, incompetent, ugly, massively overpriced, deeply parochial and insular, and an endless assault course of hassle and attitude. 
-- and then go on to use using his magic gay Catholic Tory hermit True Conservative powers to x-ray the souls of "left-feminists" so he can mansplain to them why they are to blame for Trump winning the election --
I think this issue was an under-acknowledged cause for Clinton’s failure. At some point, Democrats and liberals are going to have to decide if they want to “problematize” half the voting population. 
-- because they just don't understand fucking, gender and culture?
I know this must be a pain in the neck for most women. But it’s who we are. It’s a blessing and a curse. It’s called being male, this strange creature, covered in hair, pinioned between morality and hormones, governed by two brains, one above and one below. We can and should be restrained, tamed, kept under control. But nature will not be eradicated. And when left-feminism denies nature’s power, ignores testosterone, and sees all this behavior as a function entirely of structural patriarchal oppression, it is going to overreach. It is going to misunderstand. And it is going to alienate a lot of people.
Actually a Philip K. Dick story about a massive coordinated sustained alien hallucinogenic attack on our cultural nervous system which would create a reality in which twits like this are paid to drizzle words into a page would probably be amazing.

If we weren't, y'know, living it already
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The Word Is Out On Chuck Todd

Chuck "Shuck" Todd has one job: to run in circles yawping about the horrors of "!!Both Sides!!" in the face of every Republican atrocity.  Sure, to land a job like that you have to turn your man yams over to Phil Griffin who reportedly keeps them in a Chivas Regal bag and plays them like castanets at Comcast office parties.

Hence the nickname, The Comcastrati.

But there are upsides to this degrading job too.  For example, you get to take home more money in a week than most Americans will see in a year and you enjoy the professional respect of your fellow Comcast employees like Hugh Hewitt, Bill Kristol, Peggy Noonan, Rich Lowry, Joe Scarborough and Charlie Sykes.

And this has been the Beltway media status quo for longer than I care to think about.

And then along comes Twitter, which I will be the first to admit is the digital equivalent of the wall of the average dive-bar men's room.  But it can also have a real, two-by-four upside the head effect when the Good Boy and Girls on the Left use it as a lens to focus their fire.

So now, when Chuck Todd tries to leave a bag of flaming dog poo like on America's porch and run away --

-- the response online is swift, brutal and heartening.

Oh, it just goes on and on. Made me smile real big.

Of course, to be fair, there's always an asshole at every picnic.

And that asshole is almost always an "independent".

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Dear New York Times

I'm going to tell you something that none of your so-called "friends" will tell you.  A hard truth, but an important truth that can help you break out of this destructive cycle of infantile infatuation with assholes that is ruining your reputation.


Here it is.

It doesn't matter how much you perfume yourself, or how many times you swipe right on Trailer Trash Tinder.  It doesn't matter how high you hike up your gray lady skirts.  And it doesn't how much you rouge up your ass and wave it around like a chacma baboon in heat.

The Trump meatheads are never gonna love you.

Never, never, ever.

And how do you know you can trust me?

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But You Already Know The Punchline

Thanks to Alert Reader "GR" for calling my attention to this short tale of woe and revelation that ends exactly where every reader of this blog knows it must end.

Still, the journey is half the fun, eh?

From the Washington Post:
GOP activist from Virginia quits Republican Party over Trump’s remarks
I know, I know.  You're already there.
A young Republican activist from Northern Virginia who was seen as a potential rising star quit the party Tuesday, citing President Trump’s “appalling comments” about Haitian immigrants and what he called a nativist streak in his home state.

Kyle McDaniel, 28, served on the party’s state central committee for two years and has worked as a top aide for Fairfax County Supervisor Pat Herrity (R-Springfield), who said he had hoped McDaniel would eventually run for public office.

But McDaniel said he harbored increasing reservations over where the party has been heading. On Tuesday, he sent a letter of resignation to state party chairman John Whitbeck that described events he “could no longer stomach"...
Wait for it...
“I have, on more occasions than I care to recall, been forced to ‘bite my tongue’ when in conversation with other party leaders about the issues of the day,” wrote McDaniel, who has gone to Haiti as a relief worker with his church and said he and his wife, Katie, have considered adopting a Haitian child. “I cannot in good faith continue to do that.”
Wait for it...
John Whitbeck, chairman of the state party, said McDaniel “knows full well that the Republican Party of Virginia, and I as chairman, have worked tirelessly to expand the Party into new communities.”

“We wish Mr. McDaniel the best in his future endeavors but he owes every member of his party an apology for repeating the Democrat talking points that Republicans are a bunch of racists,” Whitbeck said in a statement.

Herrity said he hoped McDaniel will someday return to the Republican fold. “I still think he will run for office one day,” he said. “I would hazard to predict he’ll do it as a Republican.”
Wait for it, and it's "Democratic" you lumpen Limbaugh meathead...
McDaniel, who works as a real estate agent in Alexandria, said that isn’t likely. “I’m totally out,” he said. “I’ll support candidates I agree with, but as far as any party affiliation, I’m out. I’m independent.”

You know, I'm glad this young man got off the Klan Wagon, but I also know damn well he'd still be a ride-or-die Republican if President Shithole had enacted the same monstrous policies and appointed the same shitty people but thing but with a Marco Rubio smirk on his face and an affable, Beltway-friendly Both Sides Do It answer ready every time his party committed another atrocity.

If only he hadn't said the quiet part out loud.

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Flaking Out

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Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Trump's America

David Brooks: John Stuart Mill -- A Land of Contrasts

As anyone who has read him over any length of time (and why would you?) knows, Mr. David Brooks is one of the most singularly lazy pundits in America, which is saying something.  He basically has one or two ideas, which are both shitty and which he has extruded into slightly different op-ed Jello molds, twice a week for the past 15 years.

In exchange for his mind-numbingly redundant trucklehood year after year, the Sulzberger family has made Mr. Brooks into a man of wealth and influence wildly out of proportion with his meager talents and mephitic message.  And yet, believe it or not, even this bare-minimum standard of performance -- delivering 800 words of tepid, Both Siderist mush twice a week, with a few months off now and then for paid vacations and book tours -- is sometimes too much of a lift for Mr. Brooks to manage.

This is when he drops off a half-assed book report and calls is a day.

Just like he did today!
John Stuart Mill Showed Democracy as a Way of Life

This year we’ve been so besieged by Donald Trump’s shriveled nature that we sometimes forget what full and courageous human life looks like. And so today I’d like to hold up John Stuart Mill, the second in our Heroes of Democracy series. Mill demonstrated that democratic citizenship is a way of life, a moral stance and a humanistic adventure.

Those who know anything about Mill know about his upbringing. His father separated him from other children and from loving relationships and tried to turn him into a perfect thinking machine. Mill learned Greek at age 3. Between 8 and 12, he read Herodotus, Homer, Xenophon, Plato, Virgil and Ovid (in Latin) while studying physics, chemistry, astronomy and mathematics...
It's an 800-word book report on a Great Man.  And if you go in for 800-word book reports on Great Men, you may well like this one.  Who am I to judge?

But if you are not one for 800-word book reports on Great Men, let me tell you how this one ends (emphasis added):
The demands of democracy are clear -- the elevation and transformation of your very self. If you are not transformed, you’re just skating by.
Because, for all his wealth and influence, Mr. David Brooks of The New York Times does not own a single god damn mirror.

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Monday, January 15, 2018

The Amazing Adventures of Mr. Glenn Greenwald

As I have might have mentioned in a long-ago post, I became a pariah on many a liberal blog where I was once welcome when I took it into my head to start writing that it was possible that one could simultaneously hold these two ideas:
  1. Mr. Greenwald was the source of many important and consequential stories which he developed thanks to being given Edward Snowden's huge cache of stolen documents.
  2. Mr. Greenwald was also a thin-skinned asshole who routinely derailed his own story by injecting his own brand of radical Both Siderism into them.  That he spent an entire year hopping from one teevee network to the next pleading his case, all while complaining bitterly that no one would give him a media platform from which to plead his case.  That he would routinely lie to make a point or smash an opponent, automatically dismissed anyone who disagreed with him to any degree as a drooling jackbooted Obot who was obviously arguing in bad-faith, and consistently hijacked every terrorist incident anywhere on Earth as proof that Obama Was Worse Than Boosh.
For his trouble, Mr. Greenwald was given a quarter of a billion dollars by an internet billionaire and told to go forth and build himself a media empire.  For my trouble, I lost about 1/3 of my readers and was discommendated by many of my peers.

After a while I stopped writing on the subject of Mr. Greenwald because there are 1,000 other walls against which I could be uselessly pounding my head, and because, as a social experiment, I had nothing left to learn about Mr. Greenwald's motives or methods, or the motives and methods of the Spleenwald Horde: his loyal army of Purity Angels who would deploy themselves like very, very white blood cells to swarm and trash anyone who said a discouraging word about Mr. Greenwald.

Finally, Mr. Greenwald blocked me on The Twitter, and we parted company, so to speak.

So is Mr. Greenwald up to these days?

Funny you should ask.

Most recently he has hitched his wagon to the Fox News locomotive and has gotten himself added to the regular rotation of wacky Tucker Carlson sidekicks.

And then there is also this:

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