Sunday, December 31, 2006

Sunday Morning Comin’ Down.


In which 2006 leaves with a whimper, and at the Mouse Circus today the wingnuts got robbed.

Robbed!

I mean, the hanging of Saddam Hussein was the kind of event Wingnuts live for: A nice, Cheneyesque, canned hunt, where caged creatures are annihilated for sport.

And yet they couldn’t even marinade in a nice, blood-lust-slaking, jaggily-televised execution before heading out to Church to worship the Dirty Hippy Prince of Peace, because Jerry Effing Ford threw one more key block


and blew it right off the front page.

The talk here and there was of the ugliness of “victor’s vengeance”. No one said it, but in my construction the parallels between the Iraqi Execution and the Iraqi Elections were heavily present in the room.

Both were elaborate political theater, reeking of desperation, staged and rigged under the watchful gun-sights of the U.S military to give the same patterned patina of “legitimacy” to the Bush Administration’s criminal foreign adventure that Dubya believes his pathetic signing statements and assertions of Unitary Executive Demigodhood lend his high domestic crimes.

But in the end the poison tree cannot bear healthy fruit and corrupt means lead to corrupt ends. In the end, the hanging of Saddam was botched less by the shoddy judicial work that preceded it than it was polluted by the taunting ugliness that shot it through, and the meaty and heavily-mailed fist of the Bush Administration doing what it always does: pounding on Justice’s Scale, demanding pre-cooked outcomes regardless of the facts, the circumstance or the law.

However in content and conversation, this Sunday was thin soup. No new news broken and no observable trial balloons floated.

So, realfuckingfast…


“Meet the Press" Former NBC News anchor Tom Brokaw and cylon Bob Woodward.

Brief history of the NixoFord Administration (without “L”s).

Followed by Surge Talk.

That is all.


"This Week" John Edwards and his wife, Elizabeth Edwards.

Quick footage of Ford’s funeral.

Somebody gave Cheney a nice speech to read: A text full of honors for Ford for trying to stop the very species of horrors that that Cheney tries every day to further unleash.

So irony went down into the Narrow House along with the mortal remains of the 38th President.

Footage omitted: After the services, Cheney emptying a 40 over Agnew's grave


while intoning "This is for all the brothas that didn't make it."

Edwards: Dead Saddam makes little difference.

Then it’s on to campaign and platform chatter.



On "Face the Nation" Alexander Haig, Ben Bradlee of the Washington Post, Tom DeFrank of the New York Daily News and Ford biographer James Cannon.

Another brief history of the NixoFord Administration (“L”s included).

Bradlee: It was a wonderful time to be a reporter. In addition to Deep Throat, we had Goldwater. He was a great source.

Haig: It was Hell inside the White House (in those days.) We had 90 vacancies at the top of the government.

Cannon: Betty Ford. Helluva broad. Great integrity. Great honesty.

Amen.




"Fox News Sunday"
Dick Lugar, then former Gov. Tom Vilsack.

Lugar: A dead Saddam means very little. Figuring out a political solution in Iraq.

Wallace: And…?

Lugar: And I’m not real confident that anything is going to work.

Some people say “Give al Malaki a half-friedman or a full friedman and then bounce him.” But that’s not enough. Al Malaki is under huge pressure

Wallace: Surge?

Lugar: My prayer is...in the past the congress hasn’t exactly been taken seriously. Now there’s been an election and the Republicans lost. There has to be at least some study of this – by Congress and the White House – for a few hours in private where we can asks questions and find out the details.

Wallace: What if that doesn’t happen? What if he just announces it cold.

Lugar: Well that’s the usual course. Just dumping it out there and the asking Congress to comment. If that happens, Dubya can expect hearings. Subpoenas. Scandal. Public flogging.

Wallace: Owie.

Lugar: Fuck yeah. Hell, we just want to know what the hell these “surgies” are supposed to do? Training? Combat? House-to-house fighting? Mail delivery?


Lugar: I could support an increase in troops…if the Administration can explain exactly who in the fuck it is we’re supposed to fighting. And what exactly is it that these troops are supposed to do to fight them.

Wallace: 12-18% supports an increase in troops. Can an war be sustained for long with such low public numbers?

Lugar: The Preznit needs some well-informed friends. He needs to have people in Congress who are strong advocates for whatever the plan is. He needs to explain in detail what he plans to do. How many troops. What they’re going to be responsible for. What’s the mission.

(Actual transcript for you fussy purists is as follows:

WALLACE: It seems pretty clear that President Bush is leaning towards some kind of 'surge,' of sending additional US forces into Iraq. Do you support sending in more troops to Iraq?

LUGAR: Well, I don't know whether I do or not. And I say that because my prayer is that President Bush will take the advice that has come frequently, and that is, with people being there on the take-off, they have to support you on the landing. In the past the administration has been inclined, not to disregard Congress, but not to take Congress very seriously. I think this time Congress has to be taken seriously, there's been an election, Republicans lost the election. There's going to be a change in leadership on my committee, and likewise on the House side. What I would advise, would be maybe a retreat, it could be right here in Washington, but for several hours, in which the Foreign Relations Committee, just to take our group, really studies, what is the President's plan? Understands, specifically, who is to be trained, how would the politics affect what we've just been talking about...the devolution of the country, the oil money, or anything else. In other words that there be at least be at least some study of this by all of us, before suddenly we are all asked to comment: 'Are you in favor or surge, are you in favor of withdrawal?' Six months, three months, all the clichés. These are not going to be very relevant.

WALLACE: But you're saying do this before the President addresses the nation.

LUGAR: Yes, that would be advisable.

WALLACE: And what if he doesn't? What if basically, you know, he calls a group of you in, has the meeting around the cabinet room...

LUGAR: Which is the usually course.

WALLACE: Yeah, then what?

LUGAR: Then he can anticipate, not endless hearings, but a lot of hearings, a lot of study, a lot of criticism. In other words, as opposed to having a Foreign Relations Committee that really now is well-informed, understands, may not agree, but understands how you get from place to place, we have an assortment of invitations, demands for subpoenas, all sorts of situations in which Administration figures perhaps reluctantly come to the committee, or don't come to the committee, or various other experts discuss..

WALLACE: You're saying this could get ugly.

LUGAR: Yes, it could. And it need not.


Then...Vilsack!


Vilsack: I believe the generals are right: America needs to get out of the middle.

Wallace: You oppose a timeline, and yet you’d pull out of Baghdad, etc. And how would that stop the violence?

Vilsack: We can’t stop the violence you pinhead. What about "We're Fucked" can't you process?

Vilsack: Where did all those billions and billions of reconstruction dollars go?

Wallace: Do you think that the first new Preznit in a 9/11 world needs loads of foreign policy experience?

Vilsack: We had all the experience in the world when this White House decided to cut and run from Afghanistan and go make its Stoopid War in Iraq.

Wallace: But...uh...9/11? Huh? Huh?

Wallace: Do you have the courage to take on the anti-energy independent forces inside the Democratic Party.

WTF?

Wallace: Answer the question! You gotta do some things the evil Democratic interest groups won’t like. Like drilling in ANWR.

Vilsack: Fuck you. More drilling doesn’t do squat, not because of special interests but because of simple arithmetic.

Wallace: Most people don’t want to vote for you for Preznit. So…

Vilsack: I’m a reacher-outer.




On “Chris Matthews”, where is every day is “Eau du Hillary’s Panties” at the Matthews Perfume counter.

Would you like a sample?

No.

Just a schpritz?

No. Get that shit away from me.

And then you get a face-full.

And since the topic is Hillary – forever Hillary – and Obama, he stocks the shelves with Journo Brother Number One – Clarence Page – and The Ladies. Noron vs. Katty.

Matthews: You ask an educated woman about Hillary and you get one of those complicated answer. Very nasal and very “sophisticated”.

Feh.

Nothing here, although Noron gets the award for “Last Use of The FoxNews ‘Some might argue…’ Verbal Stalking Horse in 2006.”

Next up: My shot at the Most Invisible Story of 2006.

3,000 commas.



From Iraq Coalition Casualty Count



Time Periods Defined
U.S. Deaths Confirmed By The DoD: 2989
Reported U.S. Deaths Pending DoD Confirmation: 11
Total 3000
DoD Confirmation List
Latest Coalition Fatality: Dec 30, 2006



"...when the final history is written on Iraq, it will look like just a comma..."--
President George W. Bush


3,000 commas.


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God damn this Administration.

And God damn those that support them.

It's a penis



Call it a "concept car" all you want.

It's a wang.

From Yahoo News.

LA Auto Show: Concept Cars

Mazda Nagare Design Concept


Like an RX-8 from the future, the Nagare – Japanese for “flow” – is a four-seater sports car, powered by a hydrogen-fueled rotary engine. Mazda’s global design director, Laurens van den Acker sums it up: “The Nagare is a celebration of proportions and surface language that will evolve into subsequent designs planned for presentation at future international auto shows.

Nagare examines light and shadow, and begins to reveal the global design cues for the next generation of Mazda vehicles.”


Light and shadow and "global design cues" my ass.

It's a sleek, fleshtone beefhammer for guys to strap themselves into so they can rampage up and down the roads like Vikings.

See, guys are simple.

We're dogs.

Insert as many "not me", "not under these circumstances", "not my man" qualifiers as you please. I will stipulate to them all, and more.

Nonetheless, guys are dogs. We’re hardwired that way. To be clear, this in no way means that we are required to behave like dogs. This is in no way bonds out weak men who pathetically try to cop to an "I couldn't help myself" alibi for their bad or violent or shitty actions.

Fuck them. Real men do not appreciate or endorse this kind of behavior; in fact, real men spend a substantial percentage of our adult lives gingerly navigating through the wreckage these asswipes leave behind,

Real men, far from excusing dodgy, slimy conduct, believe quite the opposite is true.

That the measure of a man is his mastery of his doggish nature.

Not his denial of it; men who cut themselves off from their masculinity and women who demand that men magically mutate into something that fraudulently denies what a million years of Evolution has made them are every bit as destructively deluded as Intelligent Design idjits.

But to be a real man – A civilized man. A gentleman – a guy must appreciate his internal hound even as he must teach it to heel, to stay and to not bite people in the face.

Men are wired for their doggishness in the same way all humans are wired to eliminate waste, but the need to take a dump does not mean you get to pinch a loaf on the 156 LaSalle bus at rush hour.

So what do guys want?

Simple.

We want this…


and a really sweet ride.

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Sot



of the Antarctic

(A little something for the Pythoneers in the house.)


We pick up the filming of the epic “Sot of the Antarctic” as trouble that has been brewing on the set for weeks finally boils over…

Colin Powell: It needn't be a little al Quaeda. It can be the biggest al Quaeda you've ever seen!I An electric al Quaeda, twenty feet high, with long green tentacles that sting people, and you can stab it in the wings, and kill all of its “third-in-line”s, and the blood can go spurting psssssshhhh in slow motion.

Sot: Hussein is in the contract.

Cheney: He fights Hussein.

Colin Powell: Even better. Great. Have a drink. Lose the al Quaeda. Stand by to shoot.

Condi: Where do they have Husseins?

Cheney: Iraq.

Colin Powell: That's it. Sot’s in Iraq. As many tyrants as we need!

Cheney: Great!

Colin Powell: He's looking for WMDs no one else knows about. That ties in with the sand. Right. Paint the sand yellow again. Okay, let's get this show on the road.


‘Sot of Mesopotamia.'


Voice Over: Booming out of the pages of history comes a story of three men and one woman

whose courage shocked a generation.


Voice Over From the same team that brought you ... “No one could have anticipated the use of aircrafts” ... “No one could have anticipated the breaching of the levees”... “The Last Throes of the Insurgency” ... and “Karl Rove is a Fucking Genius” ... comes the story of three people


and a woman



united by fate.

Who set out in search of the fabled WMDs of Mesopotamia and found ... themselves.


Voice Over: See ... Preznit Sot's death struggle with a crazed desert Saddam.

Voice Over: See Ensign Cheney’s frank adult death struggle with the spine-chilling giant electric Osama.

Voice Over: See SecDef-4-Life Don Rumsfeld fired just days after being declare “The Greatest Secretary of Defense in the History of the Universe”.

Announcer : And now for something completely different.

It's...Mighty POTUS’ Fleeting Casus…

Friday, December 29, 2006

He's Dead.



Now what?

This from the NYT...

Dictator Who Ruled Iraq With Violence Is Hanged for Crimes Against Humanity
By MARC SANTORA and JAMES GLANZ

BAGHDAD, Saturday, Dec. 30 — Saddam Hussein, the dictator who led Iraq through three decades of brutality, war and bombast before American forces chased him from his capital city and captured him in a filthy pit near his hometown, was hanged just before dawn Saturday during the morning call to prayer.

The final stages of Mr. Hussein’s life came with terrible swiftness after he lost the appeal, six days ago, of his death sentence for the killings of 148 men and boys in the northern town of Dujail in 1982. He had received the sentence less than two months before from a special court set up to judge his reign as the almost unchallenged dictator of Iraq.

His execution was announced on Iraqi state television and was confirmed by a senior American official in Baghdad and a Bush administration official in Crawford, Tex. No details were disclosed and Iraqi officials had said it would not be shown publicly.
...


Andrew Young tells the story of a eulogy that the famous Reverend Vernon Johns once preached over a man for whom he had little regard, but for whom the family and deacons forced him to conduct a funeral service:

"So and so lived a trifling and worthless life.

He went around Montgomery daring someone to cut his throat. Saturday night somebody obliged him.

He lived like a dog; he died like a dog.

Undertaker claim the body."


Pure poetry, and that’s about all in the way of words that the passing of murdering tyrant and longtime United States ally Saddam Hussein deserves, but his hanging makes not one iota of difference to the situation on the ground either way.

Like a quarterback doing an end zone dance when his team is losing 105-6, this was the closest thing George W. Bush will see to a victory lap until they plant him, mocked and unmourned, once sunny day many years from now.

Dubya had one more card to play in the only game at which he ever excelled: executing people. And he was going to play it as big and loud as possible, and scripted to make all the Year End lists and talking head shows.

Saddam’s trial -- far from the sober, impartial and meticulously serious affair the world should expect when a truly murderous dictator has been deposed and has fallen into the just hands of the last superpower -- became both bloody and buffoonish. It transformed what should have been serious proceedings with international implications into farce, and the tyrant into a clown. And so in this most anticlimactic death of a cartoon villain since Boba Fett, the only reaction I have is “So what”?

I mean, great. Bad man dead. Good. But other than being the unsurprisingly small, brutish and creepily personal denouement of our own small and brutish Ahab-In-Chief’s private Moby Dick, can anyone fit this into a larger context that sheds any fucking light whatsoever on the only question that matters?

Why are in Iraq?

If it was regime change, we’re done. Boy howdy, are we ever done. Regime changed…with extreme prejudice.

If it was to roll up all of the House of 52 Cards in the famous, cutsie war deck, well aren’t they all gone now?

If it was to get rid of those WMDs, well they ain’t there.

They weren’t “…in the area around Tikrit and Baghdad and east, west, south and north somewhat.”

We have not found them on a boat.

We have not found them with a goat.

We have not found them near Saddam.

They were not there. It was all a scam.

So in the end all we had was Saddam in a cage and now he’s danced his Danny Deever for the twitchy satisfaction of George W. Bush

"What makes the rear-rank breathe so 'ard?" said Files-on-Parade.
"It's bitter cold, it's bitter cold", the Colour-Sergeant said.
"What makes that front-rank man fall down?" said Files-on-Parade.
"A touch o' sun, a touch o' sun", the Colour-Sergeant said.
They are hangin' Danny Deever, they are marchin' of 'im round,
They 'ave 'alted Danny Deever by 'is coffin on the ground;
An' 'e'll swing in 'arf a minute for a sneakin' shootin' hound --
O they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'!

and is as dead as Dillinger.

Way to go.

Mission Fucking Accomplished.

Can we leave now?

Spiffing



Just spiffing.

From the AP (h/t Huffington Post)

Ice mass snaps free from Canada's Arctic

By ROB GILLIES, Associated Press Writer
Fri Dec 29, 6:46 AM ET
A giant ice shelf has snapped free from an island south of the North Pole, scientists said Thursday, citing climate change as a "major" reason for the event.

The Ayles Ice Shelf — all 41 square miles of it — broke clear 16 months ago from the coast of Ellesmere Island, about 500 miles south of the North Pole in the Canadian Arctic.

Scientists discovered the event by using satellite imagery. Within one hour of breaking free, the shelf had formed as a new ice island, leaving a trail of icy boulders floating in its wake.

Warwick Vincent of Laval University, who studies Arctic conditions, traveled to the newly formed ice island and couldn't believe what he saw.

"This is a dramatic and disturbing event. It shows that we are losing remarkable features of the Canadian North that have been in place for many thousands of years," Vincent said. "We are crossing climate thresholds, and these may signal the onset of accelerated change ahead."

The ice shelf was one of six major shelves remaining in Canada's Arctic. They are packed with ancient ice that is more than 3,000 years old. They float on the sea but are connected to land.

Some scientists say it is the largest event of its kind in Canada in 30 years and that climate change was a major element.


According to Collier’s Encyclopedia, the Island of Manhattan is "Approximately 23 square miles".

Brooklyn is 44 square miles.

The future is coming.

It’s coming fast and in chunks the size of cities.

Reading the news by starlight.


In a world where “news” and foie gras are manufactured using identical processes
1. The use of industrial technology to esophageally force-feed caged, tiny-brained animals,

2. In order to mass-produce unhealthy gobbets of fatty crap.

sometimes you have to navigate the Dark Forest of Truthiness by touch and celestial navigation.

That is if you don’t want to end up lost and incarcerated in the GOP Gingerbread House, being fattened for slaughter and rolled in bread crumbs by the Wicked Rich.

This from yesterday’s ChiTrib, with helpful translations by me.

Would today's GOP go for Ford?
The Tribune's William Neikirk assesses the vast political shift since the late president's term

William Neikirk, Tribune senior correspondent based in Washington

December 28, 2006

WASHINGTON -- In death, former President Gerald R. Ford might be coming back into style.

Friends and colleagues said Wednesday that there is a yearning among many voters in his own party for the kind of pragmatic politics of compromise that Ford embodied.

But internal Republican Party dynamics make it unlikely he could rise to power today. Independents and moderates would like him, but not the staunchly conservative Republican base.



Though beloved in his own Republican Party, the Midwesterner had been seen by today's partisans as too much of an old-fashioned politician willing to make deals and forge cozy friendships with the other side.

Indeed, a moderate conservative like Ford would have a hard time governing in today's harsh political climate where both parties seem at each other's throats, analysts said.
...


Both sides. Both sides. Both sides. The mantra of the Big Lie repeated until it disappears into a background hum and everyone just repeats it. The Dirty Jew. The Liberal Press. And Both Sides are Equally Wrong.

That’s the story.

Not that the GOP pioneered modern slash and slander politics as a means to an end. No one mentions that.

Not that the Right feeds off of Racism, Xenophobia, Bad Religion, Hate Radio and Newt Politics like baby spiders feed off heat. No one in the spineless Mainstream Media would dare make that a stand-alone story.

Not that the Right killdozed itself to One Party Rule by on the back of endless investigations of…nothing. Of land deals and Christmas card lists. Of impeachment deployed in the end as just another partisan Party Favor.

Not that after trying to play nice-nice with the slavering, rabid pit bull of the Right the Dems have finally just fucking had it. Had it with the being stabbed in the throat -- being called un-American or traitorous or ungodly -- by a Limbaugh or a Coulter or a Dobson on Monday, Wednesday and Friday…and then being told by the MSM on Tuesday and Thursday that our real problem is that we don’t compromise enough.

That as “The Center” is being dragged completely over the wingnut horizon by chittering accommodationist gnomes like Tom Friedman and outright sociopaths like Bill Kristol...being told that the Big Problem with liberals is that we don’t jettison enough of our basic values fast enough to keep up with the Christopath wagon train as it rockets away towards fascism.

And so finally – finally – as the Left beings to coordinate its counterfire, the Big Lie is one again rolled out.

Both Sides are Equally Wrong.

In the recent midterm elections, voters appeared to send a message that they were fed up with divisiveness in Washington. As a result, politicians with some of Ford's abilities for bridging the partisan divide could find greater support than once believed.

Frank Zarb, one of Ford's close friends and a top energy official in his administration, said the candidate who could "represent that they could genuinely bring people together" would have an advantage in the 2008 election.

To Marlin Fitzwater, who served as press secretary to President Ronald Reagan, and Michael Genovese, a political scientist at Loyola Marymount University, presidential contenders like Sens. John McCain (R-Ariz.) and Barack Obama (D-Ill.) are tapping such voter sentiments that could pay off.

"The message of the last election was that people wanted someone who could see both points of view," Fitzwater said.



Fitzwater, for one, doubted it. "The hatred for George W. Bush is just too strong," he said. "I don't think we will see much change until we get a president who is elected in a landslide."


Yeah. That’s the problem. The ‘…hatred for George W. Bush.’ Well I suppose being a Republican handmaiden, Marlin Fucking Fitzwater can afford to pretend that the ‘hatred for George W. Bush’ just precipitated out of the irrational nowhere.

That there is no reason or justification for it.

That like the quality of mercy, the ‘hatred for George W. Bush’ is not strain'd.

That
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath.

Well perhaps someone can pry the glue-huffing bag out of his talons and sober him long enough to point out that George W. Bush enjoyed widespread, bipartisan support after 9/11, and widespread, bipartisan support for his invasion of Afghanistan.

It was only after he lied us into a debacle in Iraq that had nothing whatsoever to do with 9/11…

After he tried to eviscerate Social Security…

After he couldn’t be bothered to leave his Crawford Crawlspace for the Christmas Tsunami or Katrina or Cindy Sheehan, but because James Dobson yanked his leash did break away from his 107th round of “The Beerhunter” to fly halfway across the country in his POTUS jammies and sign a Very Special Terri Schiavo Law...

After he lied during the debates...

After he made our troops beg for armor like the homeless begging for change...

After he pinned a Medal of Freedom on Viceroy L. Paul Bremmer...

After we learned that billions --- billions! – of our tax dollars have been lost, embezzled or no-bidded out to Dick Cheney’s pals...

After Heckofajob Brownie...

After a dozen other fuckups and disasters which the same Congress that looked into every pore and fanny-crack in the Clinton White House somehow could not be bothered to notice…

…then it turned to hate.

Get it?

...
And then there is the question whether a modern-style Ford could survive in a party where religious, social and economic conservatives impose ideological litmus tests on party leaders.

That question is very much up in the air since a deep-seated animosity between the parties has been part of the political picture for more than a decade. It became more pronounced with the impeachment of President Bill Clinton.

...


Well Duh.

Different style

...

Recalling that style, Zarb said Ford once reached a deal on a major energy policy bill with Democrats in the House and Senate in a meeting that never came to light. "Those guys shook hands, and the deal was done. No press conference, no press release," he said.

Zarb cited another example in which Ford quietly kept key members of Congress informed of delicate negotiations. He said the former president had assigned him to work on negotiating a deal with the shah of Iran at the height of the energy crisis. The shah had indicated he wanted to negotiate discount oil prices with the U.S., Zarb said.

The deal never materialized for various reasons, including economic considerations, but when two top members of Congress, the late Sen. Henry "Scoop" Jackson (D-Wash.) and Rep. John Dingell (D-Mich.) got wind of the talks, Ford told Zarb "you'd better go up and talk to John and Scoop." Zarb said he did as he was told, and consequently the talks were never made public.

Like his predecessor, Ford went along with major social programs like Medicare and Social Security, protecting the government's major safety net. He sought to cut taxes to relieve the financial burden on Americans, but not while raising the deficit.

Yet, Ford and Congress did not always see eye to eye, particularly on spending legislation. During his 2 1/2-year tenure, he exercised his veto frequently.

By contrast, President Bush has vetoed only one bill, dealing with stem cell research, explaining that he usually got what he wanted from a Republican Congress. The sharp partisan tone in Washington preceded Bush's presidency, but has appeared to worsen in recent years, several analysts said.

"Our majority became so damned haughty," said former House GOP Leader Bob Michel (R-Ill.), who served in the minority with Ford. "Back in those days, you could still get things done, if you were reasonable with people."




Michel blamed former Rep. Tom DeLay (R-Texas), who resigned after being involved in a lobbying scandal, for feeding the partisan atmosphere. "His modus operandi is one that turned people off," he said, adding that the GOP rammed legislation through the House without much consideration for the other side.


While I agree with Bob Michel’s post-mortem, let’s face it: As long as the Batshit Crazy Right was winning, even though they were doing it at the cost of laying waste to our nation’s basic institutions and fiscal security, Republicans were completely cool with it. Sure someday the bill for their reckless stupidity would come due, but by then, according to Ayn Rand, they’d all somehow be as rich as pirates…or they could just do what they have always done: blame their calamities, mendacities and open, running genital sores on the liberal press and the dirty hippies

This little snip transcribed from the estimable Mr. Paul Krugman in today’s NYT brings it perfectly home:


As long as people like Mr. Armey, Newt Gingrich and Tom DeLay were out of power, they could run on promises to eliminate vast government waste that existed only in the public’s imagination — all those welfare queens driving Cadillacs. But once in power, they couldn’t deliver.

That’s why government by the radical right has been an utter failure even on its own terms: the government hasn’t shrunk.


Unable to make good on its promises, the G.O.P., like other failed revolutionary movements, tried to maintain its grip by exploiting its position of power. Friends were rewarded with patronage: Jack Abramoff began building his web of corruption almost as soon as Republicans took control. Adversaries were harassed with smear campaigns and witch hunts: Congress spent six years and many millions of dollars investigating a failed land deal, and Bill Clinton was impeached over a consensual affair.


In the end, Republicans didn’t shrink the government. But they did degrade it. Baghdad and New Orleans are the arrival destinations of a movement based on deep contempt for governance.


Or, to misquote Tacitus’ famous line, the GOP “Made a political desert and called it victory."

Starting thirty years ago with their despicable Southern Strategy, this is the path they deliberately chose.

This is the path they duckwalked the country down.

And now that the bitter fruit of their reckless, berserk scramble for absolute power is dropping as predicted -- fat and rotting -- at their feet, how dare any of them continue to pretend that it was somehow both sides...

...both sides...

...both sides...

...that brought us to this place.

Counter-Clock War



Dubya’s New Plan for Victory? Apparently it's the Hobart Phase.

All book review quotes courtesy of this site.

In 2003 – “Mission Accomplished”, baby! The war was fucking OVER.
"In this 1967 novel, Counterclock World, author Philip K. Dick writes of world where there has been a reversal of time. The Hobart Phase, named for the scientist who first predicted its existence, causes the normal flow of time to reverse itself. The dead are born again from the womb of the grave and regress through life to the point where they must seek out a surrogate womb to "die" in."


In 2005 – There was a “plan for victory”.
"Dick focuses on eating and smoking as two examples of the Hobart Phase in progress. Cigarettes are smoked in reverse, beginning with the butt and concluding with a complete unused cigarette. Eating involves a complicated process of regurgitating food into whole form and returning the "fresh" food to the original packaging."


In October 2006 -- we’re winning. Definitely. “Absolutely, we’re winning.”
"Also key to the novel and the reversal of time are the "Erads". A group of powerful librarians the "Erads" are responsible for eradicating chronologically all copies of written works as time progresses backwards. The Erads' motives are never made clear. Whether it's a by-product of the Hobart Phase or whether the group is using the Hobart Phase as a convenient excuse to carry out their form of censorship is not resolved."


In December 2006 -- “We’re not winning. We’re not losing.”
"As with much of Dick's writing the destination of the journey is not the be all and end all of the story, but rather the terrain that is traversed throughout the course of the journey. Counter-Clock World dwells on many of Dick's hallmarks namely paranoia, religion, dark-haired women and drugs."


So Dubya did not lie us into Iraq, did not completely fail to plan for the morning after the Shock and Awe Party was over, and we are not losing.

We are obviously just moving backwards in time. Which is strangely reassuring.

Because soon the GOP will un-impeach Bill Clinton, a certain jizz stain will go flying off of a certain blue dress and back to home base, and the globe will grow cooler and more ice-cap friendly.

Coming soon: “The Republican Time-Slip” and "The 'Tard in the High Castle".

Thursday, December 28, 2006

"Mother of mercy,


is this the end of Rico?"

This was posted over at the "Whiskey Bar".

I hope he's not taking down his dirty shingle.

He has done yeoman's work, and no one but the runner can decide when to quit the race, but I would miss Billmon more than a little.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Our Long National Daydream


Is Over.

There is nothing more to be said about Gerald Ford, so I’ll keep this short.

Jerry pardoned Dick.

That’s really it. Jerry pardoned Dick for what may have been perfectly principled reasons, but the simple truth is, in doing so, he let a dangerous and destructive genie out of the bottle.

In an era famous for its “Silent Majority” of hardcore, hardhat, pig-eyed Republicans squealing that lazy hippies only needed to be beaten a little harder, buzz-cut and sent of to the ‘Nam to straighten ‘em out, Ford – the Republican -- let Nixon -- war criminal and betrayer of his office and our Constitution -- walk, instead of paying the price for his crime.

We were we told that "healing" and getting past our "national nightmare" of Republican domestic treason and wartime crimes against humanity were somehow vastly less important than justice...by the same Party that wanted to lock up pot smokers until the end of time.

We figured that maybe, just maybe, the GOP would learn its lesson, let cooler, Ford-like heads prevail, and quit trying the use the United States Constitution as ass-floss.

We were, of course, utterly wrong, and the fact that the greatest criminal to ever occupy the White House was given a "Get Out Of Jail Free" backstage laminate by the Law and Order Party is a sickening irony that the thugs and perverts who run the GOP have spent years carefully leveraging into a deep, wide moat around their criminal syndicate.

Nixon deserved nothing – nothing! – but to be shackled hand-and-foot and perpwalked in sackcloth and dung through every Middlesex village and farm. To be mocked and shunned and laughed at and spit on by children for the rest of his miserable life.

Chained to a block in the public square (as either Harlan Ellison or Hunter Thompson once suggested) with every American entitled to one slap.

If you lost a limb or a loved one in Vietnam, you could use your closed fist.

In letting him skate -- instead of letting the criminal justice system napalm the fascist Thalidomide babies squirming around in the GOP whelping box and cauterize the Constitution against their wasting disease -- Ford allowed the sickness that was killing the soul of his Party survive, mutate, and come roaring back less than ten years later.

And more virulent, more hateful, and more openly, frantically horny for an end to Constitutional government and the establishment of a Thermonuclear Christian Empire than Nixon ever dreamed of.

Ford also told New York City to fuck off and a few other things of varying degrees of bad ideaness.

And yet he took a shitty job at a perilous time and played a pat, losing hand in a way that may have been the best it could have been played.

I don’t know, but with the when you consider the suite of awful-to-Apocalyptic alternatives that Preznit Drinky has left us with in Iraq, it is worth taking a moment to consider with some humility and charity that the store is not always stocked with choices that are good.

In other words, you face History with the choices you have at the moment, not the ones you wish you had later on.

That being said, the reason to miss Gerald Ford is he was the last Republican leader who wielded genuine influence within his Party who is not a whore, a Bible-thumping hate-monger, or a despicable prick.

There are Republicans who I could respect for what they allegedly stand for, but for the fact that the Party they continue to defend beyond all reason completely abandoned them and their ethos long ago. Left them face-down, with a gen-u-ine complimentary souvenir “Justice Sunday” day-glow plastic Cross rammed up their asses all the way to the tiny, flashing “INRI” LED.

They are left humiliated in the ditch, nose-deep in their own blood and filth, and yet like St. John McCain, they crawl obediently back to Jerry Falwell’s Elephantine Buttocks Kissing Booth and beg for more.

The struggle for Conservatives has always been to find a way market their essentially contemptible and anti-Democratic ideology to the people they're planning to fuck over. And if Reagan was “Radical Conservatism with a Smile”, and Bush is “Corporate Theocracy with a Dimwit Smirk”, then Ford was at least Moderation with a Midwest Accent.

He was perhaps the last Republican of standing one could point to and say that there was anything but bile, sanctimony and fascism left in the GOP soul.

And now, that long nation daydream is over.

Or, for all you Aldous Huxley fans out there: "Ford is Bunk" -- History.

(Oh, and for those of you keeping score at home, this is post #900.)

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

And so this is Christmas



This from the AP

U.S. deaths in Iraq exceed 9-11 count

By CHRISTOPHER TORCHIA, Associated Press Writer 6 minutes ago
Two more American soldiers were killed in Iraq, officials said Tuesday, pushing the U.S. military death toll to at least 2,974 — one more than the number killed in the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks.

The tragic milestone came with the deaths of the two soldiers Monday in a bomb explosion southwest of Baghdad, the military said.

The deaths — announced Tuesday — raised the number of troops killed to 2,974 since the beginning of the Iraq war in March 2003, according to an Associated Press count. The figure includes at least seven military civilians. The Sept. 11, 2001, attacks claimed 2,973 victims in New York, Washington and Pennsylvania.

"The joint patrol was conducting security operations in order to stop terrorists from placing roadside bombs in the area," the military said in a statement on the latest deaths. "As they conducted their mission, a roadside bomb exploded near one of their vehicles."

Another soldier was wounded in the explosion, the military said.

On Monday, the U.S. command announced the deaths of two other soldiers and a Marine. It said one soldier died and two were wounded when a roadside bomb exploded near a U.S. military vehicle in southern Baghdad on Monday. An American soldier and a Marine died Sunday from combat wounds suffered in Anbar province.

Prior to the deaths announced Tuesday, the AP count was 15 higher than the Defense Department's tally, last updated Friday at 10 a.m. EST. At least 2,377 died as a result of hostile action, according to the military's numbers.

The British military has reported 126 deaths; Italy, 33; Ukraine, 18; Poland, 18; Bulgaria, 13; Spain, 11; Denmark, six; El Salvador, five; Slovakia, four; Estonia, Netherlands, Thailand, two each; and Australia, Hungary, Kazakhstan, Latvia, Romania, one death each.

On Monday, British soldiers backed by tanks raided a police station in the southern city of Basra, killing seven gunmen in an effort to stop renegade Iraqi officers from executing their prisoners, the British military said.


We just keep passing these terrible milestones.

500 dead.

1,000 dead.

2,000.

Longer than Korea.

Longer that the American Civil War.

Longer that WWII.

And now this. Of course since the conquest and occupation of Iraq had nothing whatsoever to do with 9/11, passing this particular number should have no intrinsically tragic value greater or less than any other, but it does.

And as these markers flicker past us in the gloom, they reflect enough gray light to clearly show that we are on a steepening descent. Running downward so fast that soon our toes will barely touch the ground, and we will no longer be able to call it anything but falling.

Into deeper darkness we plunge, and as we go down the man welded inside the bulletproof bubble with the smirk and the room temperature IQ and the nuclear launch codes says over and over again that all is well, that God personally acts through him, and although he is the elected representative of the American people he now mysteriously asserts that some Secret Protocol buried within that job description and known only to him says he no longer has to listen to anyone about anything.

Ever.

And his media minions with their vinyl hair and button eyes continue to marinade in their fascist warporn fantasies and smile and smile and nod and nod.

Sorry, but it doesn’t feel like Christmas right now.

It feels like this.

Monday, December 25, 2006

The Duck Abides


For the Chicagoans in the house.

Each person has his or her own unique and deeply incised holiday memories. So does each city. And whether you’re a Chicagoan by birth or by choice, you know there’s this thing we have.

The fictional Leo McGarry tries to explain Our Thing to the fictional Jeb Bartlet here.
LEO
You're scared of Babish.

BARTLET
Oh, like you're not.

LEO
No, because we are both men of Chicago.

BARTLET
What is it with people from Chicago that they're so happy to have been born there?
I meet so many people who can't wait to tell me they're from Chicago, and when I meet them, they're living anywhere but Chicago.

LEO
You wouldn't understand.
...

Leo should have told him that it’s really very simple.

Come late December, you either feel the primal calling of Chelveston the Duck and are suddenly overcome by a craving to once again hear the ancient tales of

Hardrock, Coco and Joe



Suzy Snowflake



and, of course,

Frosty...


...deep in your bones, or you have no idea what in the Hell I’m talking about.

And that’s the difference.

Merry Christmas to one and all.

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Hallelujah.



Hallelujah.

Christmas (Eve) Morning Comin’ Down.

"How high is the bullshit, Momma?"

"Five feet high and risin'."

In which virtually every angstrom of the broadcast spectra is given over to GOP SpokesMommies. Because that’s what Baby Jesus would do!

And so we strap on our hollyhock codpiece and sugarplum cleats and run screaming into the gooey, smelly slack-water at the low ebb of a Mouse Circus Yule Tide.

So once more unto the Dearth, dear friends, once more…

On "Fox News Sunday" -- Lynne Cheney, wife of Vice President Dick Cheney; Archbishop of Washington Donald Wuerl; Anne Graham Lotz, daughter of evangelist Billy Graham.

Where Chris Wallace continues the proud Fox tradition of never “askin’” no Republican of the First Water nuthin’ that ain’t a softball or a teabag, allowing First Lady Macbeth to open her hellmouth and let the bats (vampire and brick) come winging out unchallenged.

Lynne Cheney: Our sense of mission has been there since the start. September 11th. Long Struggle. Children and grandchildren safe.

Wallace: Iraq? Rethink?

Cheney: Dick wakes up every morning committed to doing this important job. Well, first he has a fresh mug of virgin’s blood, reseats his heart plugs, and then leaps into the fray.

Wallace: And this damnable Democratic Congress?

Cheney: Well, we’ll “cooperate” so long as Dems dutifully bend over and grab their ankles. I personally have the sense there are bright lines. Torture Detainee policy. Police State v 2.1 Domestic Spying. Patriot Act. Freedom-hating Democrats consistently batter these programs and argue against them. Oh, if only they loved this country! The Preznit will not let any “group” strip those important Imperial Perks away.

“Groups” like…80% of the American people.

Wallace: The Midterm Thumpin’?

Cheney: I blame extraordinary ethical failures. Bipartisan of course, but in the 6th year of any Imperial Reign this was to be expected.

Wallace: And Scooter Libby?

Cheney: Fine man and a pal ‘o Dick. In fact, they’re going hunting together! I think it’s bizarre that po’ Scooter is the only one going under the bus for the Valerie Plame dealie.

Wallace (batting his eyelashes and making kissy noises): Oh, Mommy, tell us all why historical education is important?

Because we – and the media particularly – spend so much time flailing our country and finding faults, that we need to teach the Little Ones the really really real true story of our unalloyed wonderfulness.

Wallace (braiding her hair and sighing coquettishly over her wonderfulness): But Mommy, how do you make it fun?

Wallace (treading so lightly that his tiny hooves leave nary a crease on the rice paper): What about the Mary Cheney kerfuffle? The new Grandcheney?

Cheney: We like being grandparents. Mary’ll be a great mother. Period.

Wallace: But what about this horrible, horrible War on Christmas?

Cheney: There IS a war on Christmas! There is!

Cheney: But we should be considerate of all the non-saved, hellbound heathens out there, so, for example, we had a menorah at our Christmas Party. In fact, some of my Best Ornaments are Jewish!

Cheney: And a big shout out to the troops! Thanks for putting your ass on the line for my husband’s delusions of grandeur!

Then onto the God Squad...

Mrs. Lotz: Our spirituality in America ignores the One True God. What is wrong is the object of our faith. We make Gods up. That’s the problem.

Archbishop: We are where we have always been. Our struggle is to not let the spirit get overwhelmed by the commercial/material world.

Immigrants?

Preach to ‘em.

Stem Cell research?

Every blastocyst is sacred.
Every blastocyst is great.
If a blastocyst is wasted, God gets quite irate.

And so we get 15 minutes of the Good Hair Good News Conservative evangelizing in the guise of news.

Not exactly a shock on Jebus’s Fake Birthday on God’s Favorite network.



On "Meet the Press" -- Rev. Rick Warren, author of "The Purpose Driven Life"; Newsweek Editor Jon Meacham.

Whither Jebus?

Americans like Faithy Leaders.

Both sides wrong. Both sides bad. Both sides rude. Both side uncivil.

If only both side would take a breathe and treat the other with respect.

With all due respect, fuck that.

We tried that for 30 years.

The Right adopted Hate Radio and Christopathology as a curative to its paranoid White Southern fantasies of persecuted minorityhood. The GOP took every crossburning freak and Bible-banging bigot into the fold to win elections.

Period.

Preaching that the problem with our nation is that I need to continue to be civil to a people and party that have carefully cultivated blind, boundless, self-satesfied hatred of everyone I care about and everything I believe in ain't gonna fly anymore.

We tried it. For 30 years. It. Doesn't. Work.

When the Right disarms and lays down their weaponized Scriptures, Liberals will disarm and go back to being the open, tolerant people we are by nature.

Until then, fuck these people. Sideways.

Rick Warren: The 20th Century saw the death of millions and millions of people at the hands of atheists – far more than Christians ever killed. Godless Communism. Nazism…

Which is where Godwin's Law pops up like a Bouncing Betty and one must loudly call “bullshit”.

Saving for another day the argument that the Infallible and Omnipotent Dear Leader cults of Stalinism and Maoism were anything but “godless”, it is simply ridiculous to assert that Hitler would have been possible without Germany’s long, rich history of unadulterated, Christian hatred.

To make the preposterous inference that Nazism was not (and is not) Christian right down to the shiny tips of its jackboots because it’s oppressive or anti-Democratic and authoritarian ignores oh, say, the last 1,700 years of the Catholic Church.

Pretending Teutonic fascism doesn’t have everything to do with a deep, Protestant taproot that goes all the way to Martin Luther’s second-and-now-scrupulously-underreported best seller, “On the Jews and Their Lies” is both ludicrous and dangerous, and in doing so, Rick Warren – whatever his other virtues – demonstrates the terrible rot that threatens the marrow of all faiths: That willingness to wish away unhappy reality when it does not conform to our pretty, shiny theology.

And thus do men of faith ignore the wide-gauge tracks as they are laid right up the gut of the transept, out the narthex and into the death house.

Now was Nazism a terrible perversion of Christianity?

Absolutely.

So is Fundamentalism.

So is Roman Catholicism.

So is the Westboro Baptist Church.

So is Bob Jones University.

So was the predicate for Slavery.

So is the 700 Club.

So is Focus on the Family

So was the genocide of the indigenous peoples of the Americas.

So what was your point again?


On "This Week" -- Sens. Christopher Dodd, D-Conn., and Lindsey Graham, R-S.C; U.N. Secretary-General-designate Ban Ki-moon; former President Bush and his wife, Barbara.

Whither Syria?

Of visiting Syria, the White House sez, “Bad, Senators! Bad!”

Dodd: Screw that. Ignoring a major regional player is stupid. You don’t have to love them, like them or want to dine with them, but your do have to talk to them.

Graham: No. Talking to dictators is bad. “The world” should hold Syria accountable.

“The World” should do a lot of stuff. Like rain chocolate on my birthday, and voluntarily cool down, spontaneously sweep the air and water clean, and cough up some more oil - preferable in stable places like Nebraska or Disneyland -- so that we can drive Space Shuttle-sized SUVs everywhere on $0.32/gallon gas forever.

But that’s not going to happen either.



"Face the Nation" Guests: -- First Lady Laura Bush.

Why bother?



“The Chris Matthews Show” -- Dan Rather, Clarence Page, Katty Kay, Norah O’Donnell

A Laundry List of best, worst, most, least, wankiest, wackiest, wickedest, and so forth.

All head and no beer.

Except for this little sip of Noron’s weeping, self-serving, faux-center bilge: “In America, you can’t be moderate or objective anymore! Now you have to be either Democratic or Republican!”

Nurse! 5,000 cc’s of fainting couch! Stat!

Oh, the horror. That to take a position on anything or in opposition to anything –- global warming, evolution, slavery, the Holocaust, the shape of the Earth -- means that you are, by Big Giant Head Media definition, immoderate and irrational.

Then Noron immediately violates her own idiot, “objective” catechism and says flatly that Iraq is getting worse!

But…but…Noron, there are people living in bunkers and basement and blogs all over this fair land that assert that Iraq is getting better.

That we’re winning!

That it’s all the fault of the traitor media for not reporting the Good News that positively flows through the streets of Baghdad like Peeps sailing on a river of mulled wine.

In other words, Noron Takes a Position, thereby giving up her Big Media journalistic maidenhead and making her, by definition, immoderate and irrational and no longer worthy of our attention.

So take a biiiig pull off that bottle of Ol’ Doc Friedman’s Ersatz Centrist Patent Medicine you’re so hot to hawk to everyone else, Noron.

Mmmm. Brackish!

In a World


where wingnuts posit that Grand Ayatollah Jefferson Davis shelled Camp Anaconda, one must ask “Why does Santa give retards paying gigs as columnists?”

File under: Science Fiction, History, Neocon Asshats and the Alternate History of the War of Southron Independence.

If you’re headmeat has been operating at anything above “Vegetative” these last, few, bloody years, the further down the Iraqi gun barrel you dared to look, the blacker it got, until your eyes grew accustomed to the dark and you could finally make out the glitter of the tip of a Black Talon pointed back at your skull.

In that moment you realized what the future would be if the trigger was pulled.

It’s not been prescience, but instead it is what the science fiction has been pushing for 50 years.

Thoughtfulness.

Camouflaged under BEMs and Slans, the best science fiction has always preached the rationalist gospel of “What If…” to a sleepy, superstitious world. It has (under the color of entertainment) in a very real sense, asked its readers to think out past the end of their national and temporal dick, past the immediate “Now” and into the tomorrow their actions today will sire.

Bad history puts you face down asleep in the middle of a textbook, hating the topic, the teacher, and the cruel gods who put you there.

Good history puts you inside the gates of Jerusalem during the Crusades. On a long march back from Moscow watching your toes fall off one by one. Inside the bunker, watching Der Fuhrer go mad.

Gilliard may kill me for this, but Good History is a natural bridegroom to Good Science Fiction: one mingles facts and theory and the weirdness of human nature to create a vivid narrative of what was, and one marries trends and theory and the weirdness of human nature to vividly imagine what might be.

And because I’m a fan of both, I could not let this latest twaddle from the tribe of lost titty babies at the NRO waddle past without a swift kick it in the groin.

(h/t Alicublog via Mike at Crooks and Liars)

A Lincolnian Christmas
1863, 2006.

By Michael Novak

A while back, I wrote a short column asserting that no matter whether you agree with President Bush or not, or admire him in other respects or not, it is incontestable that he is one of the bravest presidents ever to occupy the White House. All around him, pundits say that his presidency is “a failure,” that he is “the worst president ever,” and that his “war to emancipate the Middle East is a fiasco” or a “total disaster.”



Please note that the concepts of “bravery” and “Getting jackass-drunk and throwing a baby through a plate-glass window despite the warnings of your ‘betters’” are perfectly congruent in Wingnut Land.

And then comes the comparisons with Abraham Fucking Lincoln.

Oh my Lord…


So let us for a moment suspend judgment on whether Bush is truly brave, visionary, and far ahead of his time. Those encomiums are what we usually heap on Abraham Lincoln.

…but only after the fact of victory in 1865. Such praise was not sent Lincoln’s way during the long, dark year from autumn 1863 until September 1864. Quite the opposite.

Many in that dark time wrote, spoke, and thought of Lincoln in much the same way people nowadays speak of George W. Bush.

“Well!” I can hear you remonstrate haughtily, “Bush deserves it. Lincoln did not.”

That is easy to say now; it was not so easy late in 1863, and under the gathering clouds of 1864, when it seemed certain that a bumbling Lincoln could not possibly win a second term, and that all he had fought for would come to naught.

Thus, even if we suspend judgment on Bush’s bravery this year, his predicament this December should remind us of Lincoln’s at Christmas in 1863. Looking ahead to an election year in 1864, Lincoln early shared the cold fear that he could not possibly win. The great Union victory at Gettysburg in July had petered out in the failure of General Meade to pursue Lee’s battered and discouraged forces retreating in some disorder southward.



Go read the entire thing if you feel the need for a Yuletide emetic.

As for me, I could barely get past the ponderous piping-bag full of stentorioriffic treasures such as “was it not thus, also…”, “haughty”-freighted “remonstrations” and “No end to the bloodshed flickered in sight” larded onto this shitbrick to hide the taste of writing as flat and unappetizing as stamped tin, and poo truffles like “Wars are often darkest just before the light” peeping out from under every rotting log of prose to notice the basic argument;

That since Lincoln was called a fuckup, and Lincoln was great, isn’t is therefore reasonable to conclude that since Bush is being called a fuckup, he may also be proven to be great if we just wait long enough?

The short answer is: No. Not even close.

The idea that there is some clandestine configuration of facts and conditions that somehow transmutes every fucked up step that Dubya has taken into Fucking Brilliant Sense in a wider context – and that these Sekrit Circumstances will be the Bush Administration’s Big Reveal that makes all the dirty hippies look stoopid – has been floated by everyone from Dubya to Bobo to Bill Kristol in one form or another for the last four years.

And has been righteously laughed at every single time.

Because any hack writer desperately doing an elevator pitch can pull some wildly unlikely set of events out of his ass whereby, say, Richard Nixon comes winging back from his citadel on Io (where he has been hiding from a Kissinger-shaped killbot his enemies sent to assassinate him) to save Christmas.

And any first year philosophy student with a smattering of popular physics under his toga and deep in his cups at three a.m. has stumbled into the “revelation” that, given an infinite amount of space and time, every possible outcome for every possible choice can theoretically occur, each one branching off into its own, separate reality.

So there are undoubtedly realities where JFK never got shot. Where FDR did. Where Dr. King lived to be 90. Where “Homicide” wasn’t cancelled. Where Edith Keeler didn’t get hit by a car and instead spent the 1940s in a tantric fuckfest with Jim Kirk (occasionally enlivened by a ferocious three-way ponn farr with Spock) while Hitler builds a nuke. Where I didn’t get divorced.

And where Dubya “won” his Iraq War, by whatever definition of “win” the Eloi of that reality can be doped into believing.

But this Reality ain’t one of those. This is this reality, and in this reality only the mentally underclocked, the insane or the Last Defenders of Dumbalot would, at this late date, still dare to try an peddle reekingly bad science fiction masquerading as historical parallelism to justify backing a disastrously failed leader and his catastrophically failed war.

Or, to put it another way…

At no point had Lincoln “won the war” but lost the Peace.

At no point in leading us down the garden path to Baghdad did this Administration ever promise us anything but a cheap, ouchless victory followed by a rain of sweets, flowers, low-low prices at the pump and Jeffersonian democracies springing up throughout the region like toadstools.

At no point did Iraq attack us, or attempt to secede from us.

At no point did the Republican Guard shell our Fort Sumter. Or our Fort Anything.

At no point past the first few months has this been a war of fixed formations squaring off and duking it out Old School. This has been ferocious, urban, guerilla warfare and no Pickett’s Charge or Sherman’s March or Sheridan in the Shenandoah is a’comin’ to miraculously transform massed firepower or scorched earth into viable and decisive strategies.

At no point were gentlemen from Tikrit and Sadr City ever elected to Congress and argued in the aisles over slavery.

At no point was Iraq ever a basic and unresolved infection that was crippling the United States Constitution so severely that, sooner or later, needed to be lanced and healed or the country would die.

At no point did Iraq attempt to export a political system inimical to our own into our country.

At no point was there ever a Euphrates Compromise which attempted to avoid war at almost any cost by allowing the expansion of the United States into new territory, half Baathist and half Democracy.

At no point were the actual pros and cons – the actual costs and causes – of invading Iraq ever honestly and openly debated by Bush.

At no point was this about Slavery.

At no point did we and the Iraqis speak the same language.

At no point has our involvement in Iraq been a “brother’s war”.

At no point did the commanders now fighting on every different sides of the war all know each other and serve together.

At no point during the invasion of Iraq was the United States out-generalled.

After the collapse of he government of Iraq and the capture of its leaders, the war did not end.

At no point in Iraq have we fought on our home soil.

At no point are we ever going to be one of the two (or four) sides that have to live together in Iraq once this war ends.

And at no point has George Bush come within a hundred light years of earning the right to say to this nation:

“On the occasion corresponding to this four years ago, all thoughts were anxiously directed to an impending civil-war.

All dreaded it -- all sought to avert it.

While the inaugural address was being delivered from this place, devoted altogether to saving the Union without war, insurgent agents were in the city seeking to destroy it without war -- seeking to dissolve the Union, and divide effects, by negotiation.

Both parties deprecated war; but one of them would make war rather than let the nation survive; and the other would accept war rather than let it perish.

And the war came.”


This was did not "come". This war was not "deprecated".

This war was pre-measured and mixed and cooked and served as deliberately as a little cake from George Bush's E-Z-Iraq Oven.

And finally, in history not every screwhead fighting for a bad cause is one turn of the historical revision card away from redemption. In fact this is rarely the case.

Which is why Grand Ayatollah Jefferson Davis is not on a fucking postage stamp.