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I'll spare you the rest of the characterizations that was sent winging my way...
--Keenan Powell, 13 Nov 2000
[The dead guy was Mel Carnahan; killed in a plane crash about a month
before the election, Nov 2000. His wife took his term as senator. --MN]
In the late sixteenth century, Hans Ludwig Babblinger lived here. A maker of artifiical limbs, a craftsman with special skills and some local fame for those skills. Since amputation was a common cure for ills and wounds, he was a busy man. As his hands worked, his mind was often elsewhere. For Babblinger was one of those who imagined he could fly.
In due course, he used his skills and dreams and the materials in his shop to craft wings. And as fortune would have it, he chose to try his wings in the foothills of the Bavarian Alps, where upcurrents abounded. One day, one wonderful day, in the presence of reliable witnesses, Hans jumped off a high hill and soared safely down. Sensational! Babblinger could FLY!
Shift of time and scene. It is the spring of 1594. King Ludwig and his court are coming to Ulm for a visit, and the city leaders want to impress him. "Get Hans Ludwig Babblinger to fly for the king!" Of course.
Unfortunately, because it suited the king and the townspeople, Babblinger chose the nearby bluffs of the Danube for his demonstration. The winds there are downcurrents.
The great day arrived -- musicians, the king and his court, the town fathers, thousands of ordinary folk, all gathered at the river. Babblinger stood on a high platform on the bluffs, waved, crouched, and threw himself into the air.
And went down into the river like a cannonball.
Not good.
The next Sunday, from the pulpit of the great cathedral, the Bishop of Ulm called Babblinger by name during the sermon and shamed him for the sin of pride.
"MAN WAS NOT MEANT TO FLY!" thundered the prelate.
Cringing under the accusing wrath of the bishop, Babblinger walked out of the church to his house, never to appear in public again. Not long after, he died. With his wings and dreams and heart broken.
--Robert Fulghum, It Was On Fire When I Lay Down It, pg 183-185
What provoked the sudden media war on Amiri Baraka in September 2002? Assuredly it was not merely a difference of opinion regarding the art of poetry. In truth, despite the hue and cry, the poem itself is not the central issue here. In any event, the principal charge alleged against the poem (that it is "anti-Semitic") cannot withstand a moment's critical examination. Indeed, with its salute to the memory of such revered Jewish revolutionists as Rosa Luxemburg, and the questions it raises about U.S. capitalism's little-known complicity in the Holocaust, Baraka's poem is explicitly against anti-Semitism and all racism. If the ADL's hollow charge, repeated ad nauseam by the media, had even the slightest substance, how are we to account for the fact that it was completely unnoticed by the hundreds of thousands who had read or heard the poem during the preceding year? (The ADL, of course, construes any and all criticism of the Israeli government-even the merest mention of its long support of South African Apartheid, for example-as "anti-Semitic.")
No less spurious is the ADL's puerile argument that Baraka's poem is helping to foment "anti-American xenophobia," but this charge-bristling with sinister insinuations-does bring us closer to the real issues at stake in the media "police action" against the poet. For what the ADL, neoconservatives and repentant ex-New-Leftists really hate about Baraka is that he is a sharp critic of this country's anti-democratic institutions, and an activist who has time and again protested the U.S. government's repressive role in foreign and domestic affairs. Worse yet, from the point of view of the white ruling class and the politicians who do its bidding, Baraka is also an outspoken revolutionary.
Clearly, then, the real target of the ADL's ongoing defamation of the author of "Somebody Blew Up America" is not that particular poem, or any other poem, but the poet himself, his revolutionary courage and audacity, and above all his ability to articulate the anxieties and yearnings of those "furthest down" in humankind's long hard struggle against inequality and tyranny.
--The [Chicago] Surrealist Movement, POETRY MATTERS! On the Media Persecution of Amiri
Baraka, 2002
Archaic pronouncements from Bin Baz are frequent and they are why one Islamic country, Algeria, has an organization called "The Committee for Protection Against Saudi Ignorance."
--Price of Honor, pg 211
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The award-winning reporter-cum-media critic was actually fired from her job at CBS after digging too deep -- and refusing to shut up -- about what caused the 2001 crash of TWA flight 800. In her acclaimed 2002 book "Into the Buzzsaw," Borjesson chronicled her forced exile from mainstream media and encouraged other banished reporters to share their stories, too.
[...] In October [2005], Borjesson released "Feet to the Fire" (Prometheus Books), a strapping collection of 21 interviews with the country's most influential TV, newspaper and magazine journalists. Her subject at hand? The impact of muddled intelligence -- and White House spin -- on mainstream media's desultory reporting of the lead-up to Bush's 2003 invasion of Iraq.
--Laura Barcella, AlterNet, 02 Jan 2006
Ah, well there was, about 4 or 5 years ago, a character from Boston called Brice Wellington. He's since moved to Internet, where people see him yap on alt.atheism. He's a fundy of terrifying caliber, and he really should be put in prison. He claims he lost a testicle from excessive, uh, self-abuse, shall we say? and once claimed on alt.atheism that he has the right to inspect his son and daughters genitals to make sure they aren't sexually active -- even claiming he's done so on occasion, until people on the group harassed him about it -- suddenly he started backpedaling on that issue.
Anyway, when he was on FLAME, he was a neverending font of twisted wisdom about how women should be slaves to their husbands, yadda yadda yadda -- and the heavies chased him off like an eggsucking dog after a short while. Brice's sysop, however, decided to keep the blood flying by posting under his name -- getting weirder and weirder (but it seems Brice still can outdo a brice). It suckered in plenty of people on the echo (since the origin lines matched up), and now, whenever someone assumes the alias of a FLAME poster in order to smear their rep, it hath been dubbed a "brice".
Actually, I'm surprised it's become regular Fido lingua franca.
--Robert Jackson
In it's practical application, what this all boils down to is the following.
At the event horizon presently under discussion, the Bruce subheaded "Nellis" was confirmed to be "Bruce". In a simultaneous but not coequal event, the Bruce subheaded "Ayers" , which had been postulated at that event horizon, was "other" relative to "Bruce" himself. Logically it then follows that any purported Bruci at all subsequent and coincident event horizons must be "still other" Bruce, relative to both "Bruce" and any "other Bruce" that we may discover.
To put it further into perspective for you: At this precise moment, relative to Bruci in general, you are "Bruce". The Bruce subheaded "Ayers" relative to yourself is the "other Bruce" and the Bruce subheaded "Nellis" has receded beyond the event horizon to a state of "still other Bruce". That is, I need not say, all relative to "Bruce" (being yourself), "other Bruce" and any other Bruci purported to exist in the continuum at any point in time or antitime.
All of this is rather simplified, you understand, and does not of course take into account many of the various aspects of Brucii that can impact on Brucic relativity. Spin, colour and flavour for example, not to mention top, bottom, the weak and strong Brucicity and the, so called, wandering free radical Brucii which some of the less cogent researchers in the field mistakenly identify as Brucie. The latter would of course be an entirely different matter, as any fool can see.
I trust I have managed to clear this is all up for you now?
--Ralf Guminski, 18 Dec 1997
"What I want the people, my friends, to dig is the Lie," he explained. "Respectability means ... under the covers." Bruce dared to speak the unspeakable, and to tease and taunt his audiences. One of his favorite devices was to publicly voice hateful words and epithets. Repeating them again and again, he hoped to defuse their power to shock or wound.
But those who violate social taboos and slaughter sacred cows invite legal troubles. And so it was for Lenny Bruce.
Between 1961 and 1965, Bruce was arrested nine times for obscenity and was prosecuted six times. These misdemeanor obscenity prosecutions involved eight state trial judges (along with the numerous judges who heard bail matters and preliminary motions); required more than a dozen state attorneys and double that number of billable-hour defense lawyers; prompted civil-rights suits by Bruce in federal courts in New York, Los Angeles and San Francisco; consumed untold man-hours and public monies, and entailed appeals or petitions to state high courts, federal appellate courts and the U.S. Supreme Court, presided over, in total, by 25 state and federal appellate judges.
One way or another, he was almost always vindicated. A jury in San Francisco exonerated him. In Los Angeles, his cases were dismissed. Although he was convicted in Chicago, the Illinois Supreme Court reversed that conviction.
His 1964 obscenity conviction in New York, however, was never overturned. Bruce, by that time depressed and bankrupted by his
legal battles, fired his lawyers and handled his own appeal, unsuccessfully. In August of 1966, bad luck, bad law and bad drugs finally took their toll. He died a convicted comedian, a man condemned for his words.
--Ronald K.L. Collins and David M. Skover, Pardoning Lenny Bruce's language, 02 Jan 2004, and reprinted at First Amendment Center
On Thursday night in Florida, Bush exposed himself as unprepared, easily ruffled, angry, excitable and muddled. As one wag put it, he came to a 90 minute debate with 10 minutes of material. On Tuesday night in Ohio, Cheney showed the American people who is really running things at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. He was controlled, calm, every inch the CEO in charge.
Cheney was also every inch the snarling, hunch-shouldered golem that has made him one of the least popular politicians in recent memory. He seldom looked up at moderator Gwen Ifill, or at the cameras facing him, choosing instead to speak into his own chest for the entire night. Cheney appeared, overall, to cut quite the frightening figure, the dark night to Edwards' optimistic day.
The other problem for Cheney, of course, was the way he lied with nearly every word that passed his curled lips. It was a virtuoso performance of prevarication, obfuscation and outright balderdash. On Thursday night, George W. Bush played the part of a man who couldn't possibly defend his record. On Tuesday night, Cheney acted as though that record did not exist.
--William Rivers Pitt, Cheney's Avalanche of Lies, 06 October 2004
An open letter to M. Jacques Chirac:
Mon cher Jack
Je suis a bit fromaged off avec votre decision to blow up La Pacifique avec le Frog bombes nuclears. Je reckon vous must have un spot in La Belle France itself pour les explosions. Le Massive Central? Le Quay d'Orsay? Le Champs Elysees? Votre own back yard, peut etre?
Frappez le crows avec stones, Sport! La guerre cold est fini! Votres forces militaire need la bombe atomique about as beacoup as poisson need les bicyclettes.
Un autre point, cobber. Votre histoire militaire isn't tres flash, consisting, n'est-ce pas, of battailles the likes of Crecy, Agincourt, Poitiers, Trafalgar, Borodino, Waterloo, Sedan, et Dien Bien Phu. Un bombe won't change le tradition. Je/mon pere/mon grand pere/le cousing third avec ma grandmere/la plume de ma tante fought avec votre soldats against Le Boche in WWI (le Big One). Have vous forgotten?
Reconsider, mon ami, otherwise in le hotels et estaminets de l'Australie le curse anciens d'Angleterre -- "Damnation to the French" -- will be heard un autre temps.
Votre chums don't want that.
[signed] Millo.

At the time this was going on, one ilLiberal Party member, John Nunziata, criticized the harmonization and reminded Chretien of the ilLiberal promise to scrap the GST, and encouraged the party to "do the right thing". When the rest of the party voted to harmonize the tax, at the order of Chretien, Nunziata was the only one who stood fast and voted against it; and was subsequently fired for speaking out.
In April 2001, Chretien had to defend a minister, Tom Wappel, who had told one constituent to "kiss my ass" in a letter wherein he refused to provide the government assistance that constituent had sought, although this affair was revealed only when Wappel told an 80 year old, blind veteran that he didn't have to do anything for him on the grounds the veteran had voted for the Alliance Party. Chretien dismissed Wappel's malfeasance and violation of right to privacy and secret ballot as "freedom of speech". Obviously, Chretien has confused real free speech with voicing a criticism of the king, the latter of which is considered an act of treason; even in the pseudo-democracy the neo-fascist, ilLiberal Party has made of Canada.
JESUS WAS MEXICAN
1. His first name was Jesus
2. He was bilingual
3. He was always being harassed by the authorities
But then there were equally good arguments that:
JESUS WAS BLACK
1. He called everybody "brother"
2. He liked Gospel
3. He couldn't get a fair trial
But then there were equally good arguments that:
JESUS WAS JEWISH
1. He went into His Father's business
2. He lived at home until he was 33
3. He was sure his Mother was a virgin, and his Mother was sure he was God.
But then there were equally good arguments that:
JESUS WAS ITALIAN
1. He talked with his hands
2. He had wine with every meal
3. He used olive oil
But then there were equally good arguments that:
JESUS WAS A CALIFORNIAN
1. He never cut his hair
2. He walked around barefoot
3. He started a new religion
But then there were equally good arguments that:
JESUS WAS IRISH
1. He never got married
2. He was always telling stories
3. He loved green pastures
But perhaps the most compelling evidence was:
THREE PROOFS THAT JESUS WAS A WOMAN
1. He had to feed a crowd at a moment's notice when there was no food.
2. He kept trying to get the message across to a bunch of men who JUST DIDN'T GET IT!!
3. Even when He was dead, He had to get up because there was more work to do
[2] [A] malevolent Twiggy with Tourette's. [...]
It's degrading to have to write about Coulter again. As a pundit, she is about on a par with Charles Manson, better suited to a lifelong stay in the Connecticut Home for the Criminally Insane than for the host's seat on Crossfire. Her books are filled with lies, slander and phony footnotes that are themselves lies and slanders. Her very existence as a public figure is an insult to our collective intelligence. I should really be writing about the campaign by neocon chickenhawks to intimidate Howell Raines and the New York Times on Iraq. But fortunately, John Judis and Nick Confessore have taken responsibility for that, leaving me to the less ominous but more baffling phenomenon of the bestselling Barbie-doll terrorist-apologist, who continues to be celebrated by the very media she terms "retarded" and guilty of "mass murder" while calling for their mass extinction by the likes of her ideological comrade Timothy McVeigh.
Make no mistake. Coulter may routinely call for the murder of liberals, of Arabs, of journalists, of the President, among many others. She may compare adorable Katie Couric to Eva Braun and Joseph Goebbels and joke about blowing up the Times building. But instead of ignoring,
laughing at, or perhaps most usefully, sedating her, we find Coulter's blond locks and bony ass celebrated by talk-show bookers and gossip columnists -- even a genuine book reviewer -- from coast to proverbial coast.
--Eric Alterman, The Nation, 12 Sep 2002
(see BARBARA AMIEL)
She hasn't been assigned around the country and the world in a rough-and-tumble, seat-of-the-pants struggle for stories. She hasn't been mixing it up with foreign reporters and politicians on their home ground. She hasn't fought deadlines, found surprises or earned bigger assignments. And she hasn't grown into a knowledgeable, experienced reporter who's seen the world and shown it to the rest of us.
You can't do that from the back of a limousine or the "Today" show studio. So however Katie Couric started out, instead of a newswoman, she's become a celebrity and entertainer.
That's fine for morning TV, but it's ridiculous that she was considered as the next CBS anchor and preposterous that she actually got the job. Very simply, she's not qualified.
--Barbara Walder, Couric Isn't Qualified to Anchor News, 12 Apr 2006
As in the poem "Waiting for the Barbarians" by Constantine Cavafy, the whole world stands alert on its walls, awaiting the enemy's advance. When the enemy doesn't come, we feel even more afraid and confused.
"And now what shall become of us without any barbarians?" asks Cavafy. "Those people were a kind of solution."
The solution that the Muslims offer Falwell is instant relief from his own personal anxiety. The problem is, Falwell's solution to his own anxiety is not only his private consolation.
He is not nearly as harmless as the survivalists who looked at Y2K a few years ago not as a technological problem that could be solved with reason and hard work, but as a worldwide conspiracy that could provoke chaos.
Falwell's own fears and doubts are so great that they can be assuaged only by the battle of Armageddon. When that battle is over, according to Falwell's reading of the book of Revelations, the Earth will be covered with blood, the Muslim world will be vanquished and two-thirds of the world's Jews will be wiped out.
This made him what?
A super callused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
Newt Gingrich, the Boy Scout. Newt Gingrich, the man who sat there and watched Congress impeach and try Bill Clinton for lying about having an extramarital while he, Newt Gingrich, was lying about having an extramarital affair. (This all took place during his second marriage. The first one ended when he told his wife he was divorcing her while she was in the hospital undergoing cancer treatment.)
This is the level of Republican hypocrisy that reminds us all how far the Dems have to go. I tell you what. Let's all hold hands together and sing, "Oh the Farmers and the Cowboys Should Be Friends!" Just not, please, Newt Gingrich, the man whose contribution to civility was to recommend that all Democrats be referred to with such words as cowards, traitors, commies, godless, liars and other such bipartisan-promoting terms.
--Molly Ivins, Now They're All For Bipartisanship, 14 Nov 2006
"Mrs. Grundy thinks the word clitoris is obscene, possibly because she doesn't have one."--Michael Nellis, in reply to a message
(Maureen Johnson)"Or else she has one as big as a banana and doesn't want anyone to find out."
(Dr. Johnson)
--To Sail Beyond The Sunset
When Hersh does answer the question -- which he will, with eloquence and at great length -- he is likely to make your head reel as he follows four separate lines of thought -- at the same time. In other words, it's a bit like being on a roller-coaster: often disorienting and a little daunting, but always a hell of a ride.
For when Seymour Hersh speaks, he does so with unparalleled insight, passion, and candor. He is willing to say what most other star journalists rarely permit themselves to even think in this era of celebrity journalism, when image is king. When Hersh speaks, it's for two simple reasons: it's important and he cares. It's why we care to listen. Be it his coverage of the My Lai massacre during the Vietnam War or his recent work exposing the Abu Ghraib scandal in Iraq, Hersh has been a dedicated
watchdog for democracy.
--Lakshmi Chaudhry, Seymour Hersh: Man On Fire, 27 Oct 2004
Bank robbery was not without its difficulties, too. In the first bank heist, James's gang walked away with 60,000; of which 45,000 was worthless paper cash. Despite that, the idea of bank robbery caught on like wildfire and was soon exported to other countries. Just like the Big Mac and Mickey Mouse.
Jesse James was shot in the back on 03 April 1882 by a gang member who wanted to collect the 20,000 dollar reward that had been posted on Jesse by the governor of Missouri. The reward had stipulated DEAD OR ALIVE specifically because no one in his right mind was going to try take Jesse James alive and rationally expect to walk away.
The reason the reward had been posted was that Jesse was getting more press-coverage than the governor.
--paraphrasing Bob Johnson, This Day In History, for 03 April 2001
Working at the University of Indiana - about as "red" as you could hope to find nowadays, and sponsored by that well-known fifth-column, the Rockefeller Foundation - Kinsey and his team developed as precise an interview formula as was possible in a country still mired in sexual ignorance and fear.
He interviewed single and married straights, gays, lesbians, incarcerated rapists and sex criminals, even those who had sought congress with beasts of the field and farmyard, all without surrendering scientific objectivity or passing moral judgments.
Before he published his work, Americans assumed that sex occurred only after marriage, that homosexuals and lesbians were demonic inverts, and that masturbation led to godless communism, hairy-handedness and imbecilized high-school quarterbacks drooling on college jackets.
Kinsey's two books were bestsellers, but he became entangled in the neuroses of his time. The Rockefeller folk were hounded into dropping their support, and J. Edgar Hoover demanded - but didn't receive - Kinsey's assistance in witch-hunting gays at the US State Department. That Hoover was a cross-dressing, closeted homosexual who lived with his overpromoted pretty-boy assistant, FBI director Clyde Tolson, speaks volumes about the grotesque hypocrisy of public figures in those days. Kinsey's
detractors lined up around the block to get their licks in, then as now, and it's possible that their efforts helped speed his early demise in 1956 aged 62.
--John Patterson, Moral Right Takes Us Back to Dark Ages of Sexuality, 05 dec 2004
[Also filed as KINSEY: in the main volume]
So he went to a junk shop and bought the uniform of an army captain, commandeered some soldiers in the street, took them to Koepenick, a Berlin suburb, arrested the mayor and confiscated the blank passports. Since he was well-known to the police, he was soon arrested.
All Europe laughed at this exposure of the situation in Germany, where anyone wearing a uniform was a king and every army officer a person with super powers.
In the classic film about the episode, the news was brought to the Kaiser. For a long moment, the courtiers held their breath. Than the Kaiser burst out laughing, and the relieved courtiers joined in.
It wasn't really a laughing matter, because eight years later the unbridled German militarism was one of the causes of World War I.
They put his left leg in - and then the trouble started. . . .
1. Writing his memoirs of the Civil War.
2. Advising the President.
3. Desperately clawing at the inside of his coffin.
--David Letterman
The image of the barefoot professor was irresistible to Soviet apparatchiks. Here was a son of the soil, the true flowering of the Soviet man, of the rural peasant class; his agricultural intuition was surely worth more than all the book learning of the shifltess intellectuals. Not to disappoint, Lysenko was quick to capitalize on his newfound prominince by proposing that winter wheat be "vernalized." Winter wheat is normally planted in the fall; it overwinters as a shoot, with some of the crop perishing, the rest maturing during the spring. Through "vernalization," Lysenko suggested, the losses of winter could be avoided. He claimed that you could fool the wheat seeds into germinating in the spring simply by chilling and wetting them, and that increased yields would be achieved in the bargain. The definitive experimental demonstration of the method was carried out by none other than Lysenko's father in his own fields. Indeed, the yield was some three times greater than that of conventional unvernalized wheat planted in the same district.
Vernalization did not in fact originate with Lysenko; wherever he may have picked it up, the procedure dates back to the preceding century at least, appearing, for example, in the Ohio agricultural literature of the 1850s. But here Lysenko's lack of education (and therefore ignorance of what had been accomplished elsewhere) stood him in good stead when it came to claiming originality. The same, however, could not be said for every further attempt to apply the method, whose results can vary a good deal depending on local conditions -- something the Ohio farmers knew but the barefoot professor apparently did not.
Within a couple of years, beset by failures, Lysenko stopped advocating the vernalization of winter wheat and was pushing instead the vernalization of spring wheat -- a ploy worthy of the sharpest Soviet satire, considering that the crop is indeed named after the season in which it is normally planted. Later, his wheat yield policy did another U-turn when Lysenko called for warming (instead of cooling) the seed prior to planting. Wheat vernalization was but one of many agricultural
nostrums that Lysenko peddled, but it illustrates well his overall strategy. A complete disregard for expert knowledge was de rigueur, as was a refusal to conduct consistent and rigorous tests. Essentially, any idea intuitively appealing to Lysenko was good enough to be implemented. What scientific method he did espouse almost seems inspired by theological reasoning, odd coming from a tool of a godless Communist state: "In order to obtain a certain result, you must want to obtain precisely that
result; if you want to obtain a certain result, you will obtain it."
--James Watson, DNA: The Secret of Life, pg 366-367
See LYSENKOISM
His most recent endeavor, Why TV Addiction Links to Liberalism, is so terrible, so fact-mangled, so deranged, so rife with stinking horseshit, that it's almost beautiful in its grotesquery.
--Melissa McEwan, Shakesville web journal post, circa 18 Jun 2007
Duffy -- he's got the friendly smile reinforced with a .357 magnum.
Ms Dickens -- pleasant right up until you cross the line, then becomes a vixen with a whip
DreamWeaver -- also usually pleasant but if riled, melts diamond at a hundred paces.
--Michael Tauson
(see MODERATOR )
Moore likes to play the big, innocent kid from the heartland, a kind of latter-day Spanky McFarland, only much older, happily shuffling along with a beat-up baseball cap instead of beanie, keeping the faith with values absorbed in 1950s Flint, Michigan, but asking bright-eyed, impertinent questions about serious things. He's America's backyard Socrates in baggy pants and gym shoes.
The image appeals to the confused, clinging-to-childhood quality of American culture. Yet that very quality is what let the invasion of Iraq and so many other terrible events happen.
Moore, unlike straight-shooter Spanky, also displays a streak of the somewhat unpleasant practical joker or prankster. I do not mean the talent for funny lines that makes his books sell well, but a certain tendency to sly sniggering tricks, a certain Eddy Haskel or Candid Camera quality which overlays and sours the honest Spanky image. We see this clearly in the many stunts he uses, some quite clever, in movies or television to get filmed reactions from or about those who will not respond to him in a direct manner. These are the tricks of the process server or repo-man.
Moore's film revels in exactly the kind of inconsistent thinking, full of unwarranted assumptions, thick with suggestions of undefined conspiracy, typical to one degree or another of most media in the United States. The thinking also is typical of a President who keeps telling us he decimated Iraq and spent a hundred billion dollars to save American lives.
Moore told the world some months back that he had found his presidential candidate in former General Wesley Clark. That announcement should have been a warning, because Clark is indistinguishable in his views from George Bush, and the general's behavior in the former Yugoslavia was arrogant, provocative, and dangerous.
Moore simply wants to be rid of Bush, and he was ready to support an opportunistic and dangerous man like Wesley Clark to do it. Now, in his movie he has assembled a pastiche of attitudes, assumptions, and interesting, but largely unenlightening, film clips hoping to elicit enough of an emotional response to be rid of Bush.
--John Chuckman, America's pathetic liberals: the sequel, 19 Jul 2004
Those who are familiar with the evolutionary development of the brain realize that the situs of emotionality is rooted in neural circuits dating back about 180 million years. The more recently developed intellectual capabilities date back only about five or six million years. In a conflict between logic and emotions, the latter have a field day.
In other areas of his life, since there were no specific, early life- experience, emotional imprints, Justice Moore allowed his intellect to guide him. He received an appointment to West Point, honorably served his term in Vietnam, and later studied law at the University of Alabama. There is little doubt in my mind that intellectually the Justice developed in all areas except in his personal religious life. The raw emotions acquired early in his life dominate him!
We are dealing with an intellectually sophisticated man whose mental powers are shifted into neutral when it comes to his faith. The brain that dominates his understanding of the Bible and God never dared to go beyond the vestibule of the little Southern Baptist Church where he was reared and converted.
This is not an unusual phenomenon. While no intelligent person would be satisfied with limiting his reading ability to the first grade level, many smart people etch into rock the emotionality of a childish faith. This certainly explains the behavior of John Ashcroft. He also is a very smart individual whose spiritual growth is stunted by infantile emotional experiences.
Had Justice Moore allowed his faith to grow beyond a childish level, he would be able to study the Bible intelligently and prudently. As it is, the content of the Justice's faith
is frozen like a 10,000 year old mammoth in Siberia.
--John Brand, D.Min., J.D, 03 Sep 2003, "No backing down"
[While Chief Justice of Alabama State, Roy Moore surreptiously moved a massive monument of the Ten Commandments into the rotunda of the state judicial building in Aug 2002, and then refused to remove it after being served with a court order to do so for church/state entanglement. --MN]
Murdoch's repulsive formula has proven irresistible
from Melbourne to Manhattan, and now, by satellite, he's softening up Beijing. His great fortune rests on his wager that a huge unevolved minority is stupid, bigoted, prurient, nasty to the core. In America today, it's hard to say whether Rupert Murdoch is an agent, or merely a beneficiary, of the cultural leprosy that's consuming us. But the conspicuous success of Fox News, lamentable in the best of times, is devastating in a shell-shocked nation that sees itself at war.
--Hal Crowther, 04
Jun 2003, Weapons Of Mass Stupidity
[2] If Rupert Murdoch were the Angel Gabriel, you still wouldn't want him owning the sun, the moon, and the stars. That's too much prime real estate for even the pure in heart.
But Rupert Murdoch is no saint; he is to propriety what the Marquis de Sade was to chastity. When it comes to money and power he's carnivorous: all appetite and no taste. He'll eat anything in his path. Politicians become little clay pigeons to be picked off with flattering headlines, generous air time, a book contract or the old-fashioned black jack that never misses: campaign cash. He hires lobbyists the way Imelda Marcos bought shoes, and stacks them in his cavernous closet, along with his conscience; this is the man, remember, who famously kowtowed to the Communist overlords of China, oppressors of their own people, to protect his investments there.
The ambitious can't resist his blandishments, nor his power to get or keep them in office where they can return his favors. Mae West would be green with envy at his little black book of conquests: Tory Margaret Thatcher, Labor's Tony Blair, George Bush. Even Jimmy Carter couldn't say no. Now, Bill and Hillary Clinton, who know which side of their bread is buttered, like having it slathered by their new buddy Rupert. Our media and political system has turned into a mutual protection racket.
-?
It is ironic that Orwell finally won instant fame with two fantasy novels that not only were misunderstood, but were nowhere near the standard of his best work. And yet - and yet - had these two books not established him as an important voice, his other, better work might be long out of print and forgotten.
--Dorothy Bryant
[2] Why read Thomas Paine? Because, it is widely agreed, without him there would have been no United States. Indeed, it was Paine who first used the phrase, "the United States of America."
For those unfamiliar with American history, a brief review may be in order. In September 1774, Thomas Paine met Benjamin Franklin in London. Captivated by Paine's passion for democracy, Franklin urged him to emigrate to the New World and sent him off with a flattering letter of recommendation. Franklin may also have been attracted to Paine's passion for science. Like Franklin, Paine was a scientist. He invented the single-span iron bridge and the smokeless candle, and helped to improve the steam engine.
Paine arrived in the colonies in mid-1775. In January 1776, he published his first pamphlet, "Common Sense," a powerful and accessible argument for political independence. As many as half a million copies of the pamphlet circulated. As much as 50 percent of the population of the colonies would eventually either read it, or have it read to them.
Within six months, the Continental Congress issued the Declaration of Independence. Future president John Adams announced, "History is to ascribe the American Revolution to Thomas Paine." [...]
Almost 20 years to the day after the publication of "Common Sense," in January 1796, another fiery Paine pamphlet appeared. "The Age of Reason" offered a devastating critique of organized religion. But whereas Paine's attack on British tyranny and his advocacy for political self-determination had made him a national hero, his attack on the tyranny of organized religion and his advocacy for religious self-determination made him a national and international pariah. Even some of Paine's most vigorous critics expressed astonishment at how quickly and overwhelmingly Paine's peers turned on him.
Paine died in 1809. The New York Citizen wrote a terse and widely reprinted obituary. "He had lived long, did some good and much harm." Only six mourners attended his funeral.
--David Morris, Thomas Paine and Intelligent Design, 17 Nov 2005
Several of Pelley's views perplexed rational people. He claimed to have spent seven minutes in Heaven during which he allegedly conversed with God. Pelley also described an international conspiracy with 300,000 to 400,000 European Jews coming to the United States to spearhead an assault on the American government. And he also stated that he had "proof" -- pressed down and overflowing -- that the New Deal from its inception has been naught but the political penetration of a predominantly
Christian country and Christian government, by predatory, megalomaniacal Israelites and their agents. Pelley's assertions provided the raison d'etre for his group, the Silver Shirts, which one 1933 observer dubbed, "the most important native anti-Semitic organization in the United States."
--Leonard Dinnerstein, Anti-Semitism in America
A jury convicted Poindexter in 1990 on five felony counts of misleading Congress and making false statements, but an appeals court overturned the verdict because Congress had given him immunity for his testimony. He famously asserted, "The buck stops here," arguing that the White House staff, and not the president, was responsible for fateful decisions that might prove embarrassing.
This ring-knocking master of deceit is back again with a plan even more scandalous than Iran-contra. He heads the "Information Awareness Office" in the otherwise excellent Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency, which spawned the Internet and stealth aircraft technology. Poindexter is now realizing his 20-year dream: getting the "data-mining" power to snoop on every public and private act of every American.
[...]
He is determined to break down the wall between commercial snooping and secret government intrusion. The disgraced admiral dismisses such necessary differentiation as bureaucratic "stovepiping." And he has been given a $200 million budget to create computer dossiers on 300 million Americans.
When George W. Bush was running for president, he stood foursquare in defense of each person's medical, financial and communications privacy. But Poindexter, whose contempt for the restraints of oversight drew the Reagan administration into its most serious blunder, is still operating on the presumption that on such a sweeping theft of privacy rights, the buck ends with him and not with the president. [...]
--William Safire, 14 Nov 2002
He was the Walter Cronkite of politics, was so popular and so trusted across party lines that his job approval ratings as secretary of state were between 80 and 90 percent. He cashed in on that popularity on Feb. 5, 2003, when he carried the Bush administration's case against Iraq to the United Nations Security Council.
Powell went at a time when known war hawks Donald Rumsfeld, Paul Wolfowitz, Dick Cheney, and President Bush himself were struggling to convince Americans that Iraq was a mortal threat to the United States. Two weeks prior to Powell's UN presentation, Democratic presidential candidate John Kerry said Bush had not yet done the "hard work of diplomacy." Kerry said Bush's "blustering unilateralism" was alienating friends and fostering anti-Americanism.
Powell, the least likely Bush official to engage in bluster, calmly told the UN that "every statement I make today is backed up by sources, solid sources. These are not assertions. What we are giving you are facts and conclusions based on solid evidence."
Powell attempted to dazzle the UN with satellite images of weapons sites and ominous taped conversations to prove "the gravity of the threat that Iraq's weapons of mass destruction pose to the world."
[...]
It was so well presented that Powell's job approval ratings in four major polls in the weeks after the presentation were 81, 82, 83, and 85 percent. That more than made up for Bush's Iraq approval ratings, which were in the 50-60 percent range. The next month, America went to war. There would be no weapons of mass destruction, no nukes, no ties between Saddam and 9/11.
Powell once said the lesson of the Vietnam War was "when our turn came to call the shots, we would not quietly acquiesce in halfhearted warfare for half-baked reasons." He said senior officers "bowed to groupthink," spreading "the comforting illusion of secure hamlets" and "inflated progress reports." When it was his turn to call the shots, Powell bowed to groupthink. He could have been the last line of defense against a madness that has now killed hundreds of American soldiers and thousands
of innocent vilians in Iraq. Powell instead crawled down into the UN to spin a credible illusion, ensnaring himself in the deadly lie.
--Derrick Z. Jackson, Too Much the Good Soldier, 17 Nov 2004
[...] it is odd that he has come to be characterised as a dispassionate writer, as one who, as he says of a character in the novel, puts "precision before warmth". Part of this is bias against his background - computer programming is not thought to deliver the sorts of insights required of a novelist - and part against the subject matter of his novels: artificial intelligence, game theory and molecular genetics are sufficiently removed from the traditional interests of the literary
imagination to ensure that Powers is dismissed as a geek writer; that is, long on brains, short on humanity.
--Emma Brockes, 14 Mar 2003, The Guardian
Their religious and sporting views are identical. She regularly spends weekends with him and his family at Camp David.
She fiercely supported the war on Iraq and strongly supported the doctrine of pre-emptive attack against potential threats (threats as the U.S. defines them, that is) and, therefore, of unilateralism.
As America's top diplomat Rice, thus, will have one significant advantage over [Colin] Powell. Whenever she speaks, the world will know that it is Bush speaking.
--Richard Gwyn, Add Rice to Bush Hard-Right Recipe, 17 Nov 2004
By 1985, however, Rivera's flamboyant behavior had become a public relations
headache for ABC News President Roone Arledge. When Arledge killed another reporter's segment linking the Kennedys, the Mob, and Marilyn Monroe's death, Rivera called it a "fucking outrage" and urged Arledge to resign. But Rivera had his own problems. He had made a $200 contribution to a political campaign, and his girlfriend had reportedly used an ABC messenger to pick up a small amount of marijuana for a friend. Arledge seized on these incidents to cut him loose. Rivera promptly took his act
into the gutter.
--Howard Kurtz, Hot Air, pg 59/60
1. Never slap a man who's chewing tobacco.
2. Never kick a cow chip on a hot day.
3. There are 2 theories to arguing with a woman...neither works.
4. Never miss a good chance to shut up.
5. Always drink upstream from the herd.
6. If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.
7. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it and put it back in your pocket.
8. There are three kinds of men: The ones that learn by reading. The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence and find out for themselves.
9. Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.
10. If you're riding' ahead of the herd, take a look back every now and then to make sure it's still there.
11. Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier'n puttin' it back.
12. After eating an entire bull, a mountain lion felt so good he started roaring. He kept it up until a hunter came along and shot him. The moral: When you're full of bull, keep your mouth shut.
ABOUT GROWING OLDER...
First: Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it.
Second: The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.
Third: Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people to know "why" I look this way. I've traveled a long way and some of the roads weren't paved.
Fourth: When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to youth, think of Algebra.
Fifth: You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.
Sixth: I don't know how I got over the hill without getting to the top.
Seventh: One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young.
Eighth: One must wait until evening to see how splendid the day has been.
Ninth: Being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.
Tenth: Long ago when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft. Today it's called golf.
And finally: If you don't learn to laugh at trouble, you won't have anything to laugh at when you are old.
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(It was about this point that the single lady next to us REALLY started to paying attention to our conversation.)
--Russ Jernigan, 12 Dec 2004
But the previous day at John Carroll University, Scalia had let it all hang out. "The Constitution just sets minimums," he declared with unnerving bluntness. "Most
of the rights you enjoy go way beyond what the Constitution requires."
---John Powers, LA Weekly, 07 July 2003
Jack Schitt is the only son of Awe Schitt. Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N. Schitt, Inc. They had one son, Jack.
In turn,Jack Schitt married Noe Schittt. The deeply religious couple produced six children: Holie Schitt, Giva Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Bull Schitt, and the twins Deap Schitt and Dip Schitt. Against her parents' objections, Deap Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a high school dropout.
After being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced. Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock,and,because her kids were living with them,she wanted to keep her previous name. She was then known as Noe Schitt Sherlock.
Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt, and they produced a son with a rather nervous disposition named Chicken Schitt. Two of the other six children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable throughout childhood and subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony. The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens nuptials.
The Schitt-Happens children were Dawg, Byrd, and Hoarse. Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world. He recently returned from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt.
Now when someone says,"You don't know Jack Schitt." you can correct them.
Sincerely,
Crock O. Schitt
A "Red Scare" about Communism and Socialism erupted after World War I that was equally damaging to Constitutional protections as the Red Scare that emerged during the McCarthyism era after World War II. Chris Finian says of that time, "Hysteria in the early '20s gave rise to the infamous 'Lusk laws' in New York state. Passed by an overzealous legislature, "the Lusk laws required a loyalty oath of all teachers, gave the Secretary of State the power to deny a place on the ballot to any 'disloyal' political party, handed the head of the Education Department the right to deny accreditation to Socialist schools. Happily, Al Smith vetoed the Lusk laws when he was governor."
--Pat Holt, Holt Uncensored # 349, 05 Nov 2002
Chris Finian is the author of Alfred E. Smith: The Happy Warrior, available from Hill & Wang.
His 53rd political campaign was a byelection called in the Ontario riding of Parry Sound-Muskoka; a seat that opened up in February, 2001, when Ontario Finance Minister Ernie Eves retired from politics. The problem with that campaign was: Turmel lives in Ottawa, hundreds of kilometres away from the constituency, and he did most of his campaigning on Parliament Hill walking up and down the sidewalk carrying signs and wearing a white hard hat.
He blamed all previous losses on voters, arguing that they're not interested in examining issues and are too easily swayed by a candidate's image.
In an interview by CBC, Turmel complained, "What they do is they say, 'Who's got the most signs? I want to vote for the winner'."
Dear Abby, A couple of women moved in across the hall from me. One is a middle-aged gym teacher and the other is a social worker in her mid-twenties. These two women go everywhere together and I've never seen a man go into their apartment or come out. Do you think they could be Lebanese?
Dear Abby, What can I do about all the sex, nudity, language and violence on my VCR?
Dear Abby, I have a man I never could trust. He cheats so much I'm not even sure this baby I'm carrying is his.
Dear Abby, I am a twenty-three-year-old liberated woman who has been on the pill for two years. It's getting expensive and I think my boyfriend should share half the cost, but I don't know him well enough to discuss money with him.
Dear Abby, I suspected that my husband had been fooling around, and when I confronted him with the evidence he denied everything and said it would never happen again.
Dear Abby, Our son writes that he is taking Judo. Why would a boy who was raised in a good Christian home turn against his own?
Dear Abby, I joined the Navy to see the world. I've seen it. Now how do I get out?
Dear Abby, My forty-year-old son has been paying a psychiatrist $50 an hour every week for two-and-a-half years. He must be crazy.
Dear Abby, I was married to Bill for three months and I didn't know he drank until one night he came home sober.
Dear Abby, Do you think it would be all right if I gave my doctor a little gift? I tried for years to get pregnant and couldn't and he did it.
Dear Abby, My mother is mean and short-tempered. I think she is going through her mental pause.
Dear Abby, You told some woman whose husband had lost all interest in sex to send him to a doctor. Well, my husband lost all interest in sex years ago and he is a doctor.
In those days being gay was believed to be a serious mental illness, and Wertham was convinced that Batman and Robin were a blatantly homosexual couple created to entice new recruits. (Robin, he wrote, "is buoyant with energy and devoted to nothing on earth or in interplanetary space as much as to Bruce
Wayne. He often stands with his legs spread, the genital region discreetly evident.") The psychiatrist thought Superman was a fascist and worried that the muscular Krypton native gave children "a completely wrong idea of basic physical laws" by leaping tall buildings at a single bound. He called comic books "the marijuana of the nursery." Like Grossman and Centerwall, Wertham demonstrated that literal-minded humorlessness is a requirement for media bashing, but Congress and the public took all
this unsuppo rted slander seriously. The comic book industry, which published 130 million copies a month, including at least 30 million devoted to crime and horror, capitulated after the 1954 Congressional hearings and thereafter published only G-rated stories. Fortunately for popular culture, the writers and artists laid off at EC Comics, the hardest hit when the industry crashed, went on to found Mad magazine.
--Richard Rhodes, The Media Violence Myth
He sits there and professes to be so christian himself, but will, at the drop of a dissenting opinion, use the name of God and Christ to curse the dissenter, all in the name of true christianity, of course.
Steve Winter is to cyberspace, Fidonet in particular, what tele-evangelists are to the real world.
--Michael Nellis, 18 April 1995
He was a onetime moderator of an echo ostensibly about the bible who would tolerate only comments that accorded with his own
small sect. If anybody had the temerity to deviate (even to the extent of including mainline Protestants, not to mention Catholics, under the rubric of "Christian"), that person would be banned in a hail of the most vituperative and obscene abuse FidoNet has ever seen. The man's intolerance made the Spanish Inquisition look like the ACLU.
--Anonymous
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