Protesters attack Bush Cheney HQ in West Allis.
(Link courtesy of homie Sean Hackbarth.)
To be able to say "Noggle," you first must be able to say "Nah."
Protesters attack Bush Cheney HQ in West Allis.
(Link courtesy of homie Sean Hackbarth.)
Just like sex and a Sunday afternoon in late November, where the temperature hovers around twenty degrees in the sun, at Lambeau Field watching the Green Bay Packers and God’s Gift to Wisconsin Brett Favre throw for a couple of touchdowns with two or fewer interceptions, some things that are good individually don’t combine to make something better.
Just like caffeinated ginseng beer.
In a word: Ew.
According to this Drudge Flash, John Edwards has decided to forego negative attacks on the president and to carry it directly to the electorate:
ABC’S BOB WOODRUFF: “He has avoided the kind of negative attacks that can make national news, although recently, he has stepped up his rhetoric.”
SEN. JOHN EDWARDS (D-NC) (clip of a speech): “I’d say if you live in the United States of America and you vote for George Bush, you’ve lost your mind.“
Now that he’s begun publicly questioning my mental fitness (without even reading this blog), I have contacted my attorney to determine if his allegations are actionable.
Jane’s Addiction, "Been Caught Stealing":
We sat around the pile.
Sudden Pelf.
Sudden Pelf and
Waved it into the air!
And we did it just like that.
When we want something,
We don’t want to pay for it.
Emily Dickinson, Poem 551:
There is a Shame of Nobleness —
Confronting Sudden Pelf —
A finer Shame of Ecstasy —
Convicted of Itself —A best Disgrace — a Brave Man feels —
Acknowledged — of the Brave —
One More — “Ye Blessed” — to be told —
But that’s — Behind the Grave —
Crikey on a cracker, if ever there’s a time for footnotes, explaining to this forelorn and slightly half-baked poetical sojourner what the devil Pelf means is it.
I have but one vow: if I’m ever confronted by a sudden Pelf, the damn Pelf will get the worst of it.
Courtesy of triticale – the wheat/rye guy:
If our action in liberating Iraq is creating so many new terrorists, how come all the actions taken in response to it are carried out by militants and insurgents?
Some IT shops within the greater St. Louis area have learned to fear the Hamlet test, wherein a software tester (whose identity shall remain hidden to protect him from the raging hordes of developers seeking revenge) pastes the entire contents of Shakespeare’s Hamlet into a text box to see what happens when he tries to commit it to the database.
Well, those same developers should prepare themselves for the next generation of the Hamlet test: Hamlet in Klingon.
Unicode includes Klingon letters, ainna?
In Minnesota, a 17-year-old prewoman (because girl is sexist nomenclature, donchaknow) is running for mayor. The biggest obstacle, aside from being only a write-in candidate and being unable to vote for herself:
Even so, state law says candidates must be eligible voters and at least 21 years old when they take office.
The plucky little prewoman remains undaunted, because she can tell which way the wind blows, and apparently the wind is the only constant in civic life in the twenty-first century:
Feehan-Nelson said that if she receives the highest number of votes but is not certified, she is prepared to take the matter to court.
“I doubt the judge would be able to say no to the popular vote,” she said. “The people’s right to choose prevails over (state law).”
Isolated incident? A small stone begins an avalanche.
(Link courtesy of The Spoons Experience.)
Emily Dickinson, Poem 544, circa 1862:
The Martyr Poets — did not tell —
But wrought their Pang in syllable —
That when their mortal name be numb —
Their mortal fate — encourage Some —The Martyr Painters — never spoke —
Bequeathing — rather — to their Work —
That when their conscious fingers cease —
Some seek in Art — the Art of Peace —
At least the Packers aren’t peaking too early.
State Representative Frank Boyle of northern Wisconsin gives insight into the proper role of the citizen:
Boyle told the board he first met Leggate in 1984 when she was a secretary at City Hall. He said she costs the state $24,000 every year she’s in prison and she needs to get back into the work force and generate tax revenue, especially with the state facing a deficit in its next budget.
This person, a convicted murderer sentenced to life, should return to society so that she can generate tax revenue.
Government seizes private property to whomever it thinks will generate the most tax revenue for it. What logically stops it from next using its citizens in the best, most revenue-enhancing way?
More on the outrage at Boots and Sabers.
Courtesy of Spoons.
While the mice are away, the cats will play…with Spoons, who has nothing better to do.
Here’s a friendly error message courtesy of Amazon.com:
–click the BACK button on your browser’s navigation bar until you
reach the desired page.
Your Web browser is Mozilla/5.0 (Windows; U; Windows NT 5.0; rv:1.7.3) Gecko/20040913 Firefox/0.10.
Error handling by blaming the user and the user’s Web browser. Swell, Amazon. Undoubtedly, your developers have convinced your project managers that this is acceptable, when it’s clearly not.
I bought this book for a dollar at the cheap bookstore in Springfield (you know, the one on Glenstone. Come on, people, work with me here; the name’s not important, the six for five dollars hardbacks in the very back are). As the football season geared up, I thought this would be a worthy read, and hey, it was. Packers partisanship aside, it’s a good book.
The book chronicles the 1967 football season from the point of view of the veteran guard. He kept notes and recorded his thoughts on tape every day from the training camp through the end of season. It reminded me a lot of Blue Fire: A Season Inside the St. Louis Blues which I read last year; however, the two differ in that instead of a sportswriter, the point of view is all player.
So in our daily capsules, we get inside the concerns of a 31 year-old football player, slightly afraid that he’s losing a step to the younger players. We’re coming fresh off of the Packers second consecutive NFL championship and their win in Super Bowl I. Kramer’s got lots of outside investments that he worries over, and he mentions from time to time what’s he’s reading during the season. But the book does focus on the Packers, playing with Lombardi and with the loss of Paul Hornung to the new New Orleans Saints expansion team.
As I mentioned, the book’s told in a diary style, with each day having its paragraphs or pages whether Kramer goes hunting or participates in the Ice Bowl. This makes it easy to read in short chunks, although the pace and voice really make it entertaining enough to read in larger doses.
Since the book chronicles an era before my birth, part of its charm lies in its details about a world I’d never know. Green Bay and Milwaukee described in the late 1960s and no mention of the War in Viet fucking Nam, man. Which differs, strangely, from the football season 2004, where the whole world’s talking about that war. One does get a point of contrast between some aspects of the game then and the game today–no agents, limited free agency, and so on. And on the field: well, let’s just give this some eighties kid perspective: the Jerry Kramer’s biggest concerns in the opponents he needs to block are Father Murphy, Webster’s adoptive father George Papadapolis, and Officer Moses Hightower. That’s just weird.
Those of you who didn’t start watching the debates at 6:30 on CSPAN missed their interview with the University of Miami president and her remarks from the lowered microphone that she’d arranged classes, other acadaemic stuff, and a voter registration drive to get students more involved in the carnival that took place at University of Miami yesterday.
Donna “I Am Not Bowzer” Shalala.
Former Secretary of Health and Human services under William J. Clinton.
Former head of University of Wisconsin (Mad).
Organizing voter registration drives.
Thanks, Shalalala.
Thomas Eagleton opines in the St. Louis Post-Dispatch in a piece entitled IRAQ: One word says it all: disaster:
We do not need to recount yet again the history of the war in Iraq. It will go down as one of the most ill-conceived military undertakings in our history.
It doesn’t really get better from there. Instead, the former senator and even more former vice presidential candidate to George McGovern (for crying out loud) pontificates on how history will judge Iraq because Eagleton’s got the long range vision. Which he demonstrates by savaging George W. Bush politically and talking about the short term impact of the war.
Beg your pardon, Senator, but I disagree. I see differences between this war and the telewars of this century held up for cheap political points by forgotten (and hopefully, soon-to-be-forgotten) senators.
I expect that history will judge the Iraq war much like it judges the Spanish-American War, The Mexican-American War of 1848, the Mexican incursions in 1910, or more recently the invasion of Panama; a small war remembered by a few historians and unfortunately not many citizens. Or history will judge the Iraq war like the reckless Iwo Jima incursion: a small battle with its own costs in service of a greater war. But history will not, no matter how hard some self-appointed men of history try, judge Iraq as a carbon-copy of Viet Nam.
The Bush administration, which rules the world and all of nature through Haliburton and Enron and Martha Stewart Omnipedia with the full support of the Optimists International and Boy Scouts of America, has decided to distract voters from its horrible environmental policies which are turning the northwest into desert and are strip mining all of the sanity from the northeast by temporarily closing the ozone aperature that its supporters at Coppertone paid for.
It’s the only possible explanation!!!1!!!
Instapundit reports reports over 8,000,000 hits last month and predicts that he’ll see a traffic drop after the election.
Hey, this site had 3,000 hits last month, and I think it will drop after the election, too.
Actually, I think it will drop this month without an Instalanche to spur about a third of the total monthly traffic in a single day.
But I don’t write for the casual Internet readers. I toss off my insights for my own gratification and for you, the discriminating Internet reader.
Has anyone else noticed how metropolitan critics absolutely rave about television shows, novels, movies, and other art that celebrates how suburban life with suburban homes, commutes, and families suck? The San Francisco Chronicle’s Tim Goodman gushes over Desperate Housewives.