Bullshit abounds this week. This, of course, is the headliner.
Apparently all of this saber-rattling with Iran has Putin remembering the old days and just how much fun brinkmanship is. (1963 called, etc).
NOT COOL.
McCain either misled the public about the timeline regarding the Sunni Awakening and the Surge or forgot the details:
This coming on a news day peppered with McCain people bemoaning a supposed pro-Obama media.
Obama hasn't touched this, but nonetheless McCain shot back against the likes of Olbermann and the Huffington post.
And today McCain credits Bush's rescinding of an executive order banning offshore drilling with a sharp drop in crude prices. Let alone that even once a program goes into effect it'll be about years before it starts paying any dividends; Republicans in Congress have been blocking measures that would pressure oil companies into drilling where they're already allowed to drill.
And his first campaign ad? Blames Obama for high gas prices based on his rejection of offshore drilling despite the fact that McCain's support for drilling is extremely recent.
Obama in '08: Not a damn fool.
UPDATE: McCain claims he never misstated; says that the surge and the Sunni Awakening are the same thing.
This is just flat out fucking Calvinball.
7.04.2008
I was woken up today by a PA system blaring across the street. Some "family friendly" singer singing songs that may even be too lame for the current incarnation of Sesame Street. I maintain that branding thoughtless entertainers as the purveyors "kid's music" is a significant part of the reason why the kids are so damn stupid. Raffi was by no means the first or worst offender, but he opened some doors that should have stayed nailed shut.
As I awoke, I thought, in my haze, that I'd heard someone mention over the PA that Dick Gephardt was there. I stumbled out of bed, pulled on some shoes and pants, and walked across the street hoping to ask him if he was going to be Vice President. At some point as I entered the park the woman singing insipidly wholesome songs stepped down and over the loudspeaker blared:
Up until Ray sang it like that, no one realized that they were doing it wrong
And then there's that which needs no introduction (Making this sentence utterly superfluous)
Fuck yes.
Happy Fourth everyone
As I awoke, I thought, in my haze, that I'd heard someone mention over the PA that Dick Gephardt was there. I stumbled out of bed, pulled on some shoes and pants, and walked across the street hoping to ask him if he was going to be Vice President. At some point as I entered the park the woman singing insipidly wholesome songs stepped down and over the loudspeaker blared:
Soulja Boy Off In This Ho
Watch Me Crank It
Watch Me Roll
Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy
Then Super Man Dat Ho
Now Watch Me YUUUAH
Watch Me Crank It
Watch Me Roll
Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy
Then Super Man Dat Ho
Now Watch Me YUUUAH
It never ceases to amaze me the extent to which grown men and women will spin that song to try and seem hip, totally oblivious to its connotations. Yes, the artist denies them, but the idea that anyone assuming a song about doing anything to a "ho" is sexual in nature is reaching is pretty dumb. Though Will Smith did similarly get away with "Gettin' Jiggy With It." This song is the only negative part of going to see a Celtics game.
So. The Fourth of July.
It's hard to find patriotism these days that doesn't ring hollow. Especially in an election year when you have a candidate being berated for not always wearing a fucking flag on his lapel.
Especially in the last year of a presidency that's made political hay maligning those of differing ideology for a supposed lack of patriotism. Whose loudest support came from the sorts of fucking yahoos who'd prop up a full size American Flags in the back of their pickup trucks and drive 70 miles per hour down the highway, tearing said flags to shreds in the wind. Talk about your unintended symbolism.
In any case, there is one thing I can post here that has never rung hollow.
So. The Fourth of July.
It's hard to find patriotism these days that doesn't ring hollow. Especially in an election year when you have a candidate being berated for not always wearing a fucking flag on his lapel.
Especially in the last year of a presidency that's made political hay maligning those of differing ideology for a supposed lack of patriotism. Whose loudest support came from the sorts of fucking yahoos who'd prop up a full size American Flags in the back of their pickup trucks and drive 70 miles per hour down the highway, tearing said flags to shreds in the wind. Talk about your unintended symbolism.
In any case, there is one thing I can post here that has never rung hollow.
Up until Ray sang it like that, no one realized that they were doing it wrong
And then there's that which needs no introduction (Making this sentence utterly superfluous)
Fuck yes.
Happy Fourth everyone
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