Tetchy Remarks About Last Night

Last night, I watched HRC’s acceptance speech and intro by her daughter. There was genuine love in her eyes for Chelsea, who cited her mother’s inspirational tenacity, rejection of self-pity and relentless fight for women's and children’s rights.
This country loved Eleanor, worshiped Jackie, pitied Pat Nixon, but barely tolerated Hillary, who painted a target on her back by eschewing the sidelines and most vividly, intoned her infamous “vast right-wing conspiracy” line.
During Hillary’s speech I noticed in several cuts to Bernie— may his cause, message and fight endure against that very scourge— that he lacks one key political attribute... a flexible smile. 
Somehow, we’ve conflated inflexible right-wing bully entitlement with any big-money influence, since Bernie’s stubbornly principled campaign did without. HRC didn’t— hence Hillary is the corrupt Bernie-killer, with all venom from the left essentially stemming from that.
For over two prior decades, right-lurching policies weren’t stopped and progressive action was starved of champions and funds and nobody took to the streets or petitioned congress or raged against the right-wing behemoth until Bernie rose from the bowels of Congress with Tolkien underdog grit and revived the left’s dormant spirit.
But last night, for anyone listening, you learned what Hillary was doing during that time...working the only existing system and pursuing the same ideological aims and never, ever quitting. Only along the way, she and Bill became afflicted with affluence, thus becoming part of the problem.
Let malarkey speak for itself where the left’s ambivalence about affluence is concerned.
Last night, for anyone listening, you heard HRC unambiguously assert alliance with Bernie’s key causes. Too little, too late?
Let the disillusioned convince themselves a wasted or unused vote will assuage their soul.
Let the youthful convince themselves a dream revolution is built on tweets and pixels from their glowing, callous-free palms.
Let them cut off their noses.
Let them eat Trump.

Well, That’s a Relief.

*Sigh*— it’s getting more and more dire for the Duck Dynasty crowd, suffering the ignominious takedown of conservative titan Ailes and then  Donald’s GOP Convention speech being either slept through or hoisted to new heights of petardification.

But there is some light on the horizon: Benjamin Moore just announced that the color of the year (a.k.a. “the new black”)— is white.

Season of the Witch Hunt

Mad that Bridgegate ruined his Prez plans and madder still his grovelling didn’t win the VP pick.
Trump tsked. “Just like your bypass surgery, Chris— necessary, but regardless you’re still fat.”

“Grrr,” says the Governor. “I know who’s to blame.”

Despicable Journalism

Well, she’s been properly Rogered now.

Named After the Aircraft Possibly

Wrongly diagnosed ADHD, mildly autistic and myopic at an early age, Huey managed his private mental affairs with more than the usual pluck.

Fatal Fish Tale

In one vivid eternal split-second, Del realized his life-long quest for the perfect lure, a moment from his secret trout stream’s turn-off.

Too Big For Your Breaches

Nerd up with a very interesting Wired story on pw “hashing.”

The guy who singlehandedly revolutionized the quenchless need for human contact and unleashed its universally inept expression has been hacked on at least three sites because while he can write gajillions of lines of unique code, he apparently likes to use the same password for everything, just like you. 

Not Just Morally Reprehensible But

“Try pulling that with Obama, go ahead and see if you aren’t labeled a racist— but this isn’t racism, this crap is okay, right?”

“Racism bothers you?”

“No— YES!— Reverse racism!”

“But inter-species racism you’re okay with?”

“If they’re Mexican, hell yes.”

“It’s a Mexican orangutan.”

A Message From Chairman Ailes

Republicans are better housekeepers and have all the money; these facts alone account for 97% of Republican voters. But there’s so much more.
Amazing and Arousing America as they Recline
Take Ted Cruz, a study in mannered precision. In Mr. Cruz we have a polished, disciplined candidate, creepy yet curiously twinkly-eyed in a studied Ronald Reagan way, once you get past the fact he talks through a beak and is an undocumented Latin-Canadian cannibal. But poised? Camera ready?—Mr. Cruz hypnotically compels television interviewers to gape in adoration for the preening impervious vacuity that is the shared currency of TV hosts and charismatic politicians alike. It’s ratings elixir. It’s the quality talent you’ve learned to expect.

Here we give a moment’s  thanks for the original Reagan Celebrity Presidency which paved the way for our advanced era’s fact-free, supplicant-journalist infotainment. Behold as Mr. Cruz beams out his crinoline-crisp anecdotes, bald lies and Christian carpet-bomb threats, inspiring viewers to raise high their fiery swords of vengeance and grip vomit bags with both hands.

And then there’s Mr. Trump, for whom the jut, strut and eyeshadow are just the tip of whatever that is on top of his head. His gift for oratory makes the Sopranos sound erudite and shatters all doubt of who’s large and in charge, amiright? His pouty pique and fetish retribution rants cause spontaneous arm erections unseen since the Third Reich, sending squeamish party hacks into gibbering frenzies. For the longest sustained high-wire act of sheer, no-limits, empty rhetoric and off-the-charts rolling spleen, no one does it better than the Donald.

Leaving us with the two sad Democrats contesting their yawn-points in debates off in a ghetto parking lot somewhere. Carping at each others’ kumbaya credentials and still banging on about government governing instead of obeying their paymasters, haha. Like this country wouldn’t be enjoying eight years of sustained recovery from apocalypse without the steely obstruction of a handsomely compensated Republican Congress? Like without the buy-in of fail-proofed capitalist titans you wouldn’t all be in soup lines? Because they can do it, you know. They’ve socked away enough loot to wait out ten elections and they’ve seen to it the tap is damn well stuck that way.

So, what’s it going to be, America? Republicans have brought you the spiciest non-stop thrill ride  politics have ever seen. You can’t wait to tune in, can’t wait to see what happens next, can’t stop jumping up and down yelling at your screens. This three-and-a-half year-long election cycle is not just proof of our job-creating prowess, it’s must-see viewing, and you know the Republican characters have been hands-down the most entertaining, hilarious and unpredictable. Spoiler alert—elect one and we’ll guarantee a season of escalated insanity that’ll make the past few years look like a tupperware party.

You can vote for our over-the top talent or buy into the ridiculous fantasy that viewers like you have any remote power—well, apart from that remote stuck in your paw, haha. If you want to keep the entertainment flowing and the thrills coming, keep up your cable payments and make the right choice. Or just stay home.

Privateering National Parks: Yes, They Can

Teddy Roosevelt established the National Park system and wouldn’t be amused.
A group of 20 senators and representatives has formed a de facto “anti-parks caucus” in Congress and is waging the most significant legislative and ideological challenge to America’s national parks in decades, says a new report released Monday by the Center for American Progress. The analysis finds that this anti-parks caucus is composed of less than five percent of Congress but is responsible for introducing dozens of bills to block the creation of new national parks, end America’s most effective parks program, and sell off public lands.”

“Thanks to support from the Koch-backed American Legislative Exchange Council (ALEC) and front groups for the oil industry’s PR giant, Richard Berman, as well as increasing lobbying by the Utah-based American Lands Council, these proposals have now gained prominence at the national level.”

There’s Also Drowning. Have You Tried Drowning?

January 21, 2016

Picking Trump or Cruz like “being shot or poisoned,” Lindsey Graham says


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