Dada is the sun, Dada is the egg. Dada is the Police of the Police.


"Thank you Mario, but our Princess is in another castle"

Zawahiri still alive. Title of this post stolen from the great Sirkowski.

... and in case you were wondering who isn't still alive, the answer would be a couple dozen innocent civilians.


Fred Barnes' new book:Mark Noonan comments (my emphasis):
The primary theme of Mr. Barnes' book is that President Bush is the ultimate outsider come to Washington. This might seem strange given President Bush's manifest connections to the elite in the United States, but President Bush disconnected himself from that elite quite a long time ago and picked up entirely the ethos of middle America - especially that Texan variety of middle America. This, in turn, has made President Bush a much hated man; there being nothing like the wrath of a socio-political elite scorned ...

...President Bush is, indeed, a rebel - and his cause is peace ...

Zawahiri dead?

"Attention! Your attention, please! A newsflash has this moment arrived from the Malabar front. Our forces in South India have won a glorious victory. I am authorized to say that the action we are now reporting may well bring the war within measurable distance of its end."


Questions about James Frey

First of all, what's with all the Capitalized Words?

Second, what do you suppose the over/under is on how long it takes Frey to relapse after all this? Because if you this piece from Slate, written by a former drug addict, Frey is not only bullshitting his readers (and reinforcing unfortunate stereotypes about drug addiction), he's cheating himself:
Based on all the evidence, it seems Frey's weird, macho fear of seeing himself as a "victim" led him to fabricate a life that was painful and extreme enough so as to explain the sadness and despair he felt. Instead of a crack-binging street fighter, ostracized by both his peers and society, the Smoking Gun investigation indicates Frey was more likely a lonely, confused boy who may or may not have needed ear surgery as a child and felt distant from his parents and alienated from his peers. He drank too much, did some drugs, got nailed for a couple of DUIs and ended up, at age 23, in one of the country's most prestigious drug-and-alcohol treatment centers ... Frey must have felt that his real, very scary, and very lonely feelings would have seemed weak if it was only preceded by standard-issue suburban teenage angst.

This isn't unusual. In rehab—I attended somewhere between a half-dozen and a dozen in-patient facilities—it's fairly standard for new patients to begin their stays by boasting of their fearlessness, their criminal bona fides, their extreme debauchery. I used to brag of my own rap sheet. I'd elide over the fact that my two arrests resulted in no convictions. And I certainly didn't offer up that my first arrest occurred after a remarkably inept attempt to break into a high-school classmate's house was foiled when his mother returned home and found my car parked out front (I referred to that as a "b&e with intent to commit a felony"), or that the second arrest was the result of my pilfering underwear and some light bulbs from my college's bookstore.

For most people, the insecurity and fear that lead to these type of exaggerations needs to fade away before they can really start trying to figure out how to go about fixing what went wrong with their lives. One counselor at an in-patient facility I attended used to publicly humiliate new patients on their first day in the program by first making them tell the group what brought them there and then quizzing them on the specifics—how many CC's does a standard syringe hold?—until they crumbled and started telling the truth.

...Unfortunately, because A Million Little Pieces—one of the best-selling books about drug addiction ever written—has been trumpeted as an unflinching, real-life look into the world of a drug addict, it has helped to shape people's notions about drug abuse. Ironically, the very abundance of its clichés has likely helped make it a runaway best seller: People, after all, like having their suspicions confirmed. For nonaddicts, Pieces reinforces the still dangerously prevalent notion that it's easy to spot a drug addict or an alcoholic—they're the ones bleeding from holes in their cheeks or getting beaten down by the police or doing hard time with killers and rapists. For those struggling with their own substance-abuse issues, Pieces sends the message that unless you've reached the depths Frey describes, you don't have anything to worry about—you're a Fraud. And if you do have a problem, you don't need to necessarily get treatment or look to others for support; all you need to do is "hold on." In building up a false bogeyman—the American recovery movement's supposed reliance on the notion of "victimhood"—Frey has set himself up as the one, truth-telling savior. In fact, it seems clear that Frey would have been well-served by taking the kind of unflinchingly honest look at his own life that most recovery programs demand.
Though it has no shortage of skeptics and dissenters, in the final analysis, the AA approach to drug addiction seems to be the only one that really works. I haven't read Frey's books, but from what I understand he seems to have portrayed himself as overcoming his addiction by the sheer force of his manliness. AA counselors see these types all the time, and they know within five minutes that they're a long, long way away from where they need to be.

Cell phone privacy

Blogland is up in arms about the fact that you seem to be able to buy the cell phone records - calls made and received - of just about anybody for the low low price of $89.95. Most of the focus seems to be on general privacy issues, but it just occurred to me that there's a lot of married or otherwise involved men who are reeeeally hoping that their wives/girlfriends don't find out about this ...

I wish I lived in Minnesota

So I could vote for this guy:

He's running for governor. From his website:
Honesty is very seldom heard nowadays, especially from a politician. So, I am going to break from political tradition. My name is Jonathon “The Impaler” Sharkey, Ph.D., L.D.D.D. I am a Satanic Dark Priest, Sanguinarian Vampyre and a Hecate Witch. My Magikal Path name is: Lord Ares.

I despise and hate the Christian God the Father. He is my enemy.
Finally, the perfect candidate for all of us godless liberals...

"It matters what the A-Listers say and don't say"

Factesque has an insightful piece in response to Peter Daou's much-ballyhooed follow-up to his 'Broken Triangle' piece.

I hope to have my own response a bit later.

James Frey: My book is "emotionally true"

Nice try, dude.
Frey has acknowledged to The Smoking Gun that he embellished parts of the book and he said so again Wednesday night on "Larry King Live," stating that alterations were common for memoirs and defending "the essential truth" of "A Million Little Pieces."

"The book is about drug addiction and alcoholism," he said. "The emotional truth is there."

Frey's book was first published in 2003 and became a sensation last fall after Oprah Winfrey selected it for her book club. On Wednesday night, Winfrey made a surprise phone call to King's show and supported Frey.

"If you're an addict whose life has been moved by this story and you feel that what James went through was able ... to help you hold on a little bit longer, and you connected to that, that is real. That is real," she said. "And it's ... irrelevant discussing, you know, what happened or did not happen to the police."

Be smart; turn pro

Every year, when the time comes for the NFL and NBA drafts, there are a handful of prominent college athletes who make themselves eligible for the draft despite the fact that turning pro will require them to leave college 'early', without graduating. (A few basketball players have even skipped college entirely, going straight from high school to the NBA. To my knowledge, this hasn't yet happened in the NFL.*)

This usually produces some howls of protest from various media figures, for reasons that I don't exactly understand. The idea that these kids should stay in school and continue to earn boatloads of money for the university while seeing none themselves - oh, I suppose you can count free tuition and free room and board, which, at a state school, adds up to what - $30,000? - for the sake of some pollyannaish concept of amateur sports 'purity' is just crazy. They have a chance to make millions by turning pro, and a chance to get injured and make nothing by staying in school. If I were a college running back, with only so many years of football in me, and I had the choice between potentially being a number one pick (which means a multi-million dollar signing bonus) and sticking around campus for another year tearing my body up that much more to make money for an institution that couldn't give me my fair share even if they wanted to ... well, that wouldn't even be a choice.

King Kaufman, Salon's excellent sports writer, has more or less the same take on the matter:
... if you're an underclassman who's projected as a high draft pick, your decision is easy: Go to the pros.

...The priority of coaches at a big-time program like Texas, where a single loss can scuttle a season, is to win every game, at whatever cost. Vince Young's future means nothing to them. If running him on endless naked bootlegs is the Longhorns' best bet to win one Saturday, they'll run him out there on play after play ... And if he hangs in there and just takes a yearlong pounding that damages him for the future? Hey, he's somebody else's problem after the bowl game ...

If he turns pro he gets a seven- and maybe even an eight-figure signing bonus and will become eligible for the potential big money of unrestricted free agency one year sooner than if he played his senior year at Texas.

...There's the cautionary tale of Adewale Ogunleye, a projected first-round pick who returned for his senior season at Indiana, got hurt, and went undrafted. Ogunleye's a star for the Chicago Bears now with a big contract, but that injury cost him millions that he'll never get back.

And Ogunleye's one of the lucky ones. His college injury didn't end his playing career.

...while quarterbacks are more vulnerable to injury on any given play than running backs, running backs take a greater beating, and they tend to get old in a hurry ... So Bush is looking at putting himself another 300-plus plays closer to his expiration date without getting paid ... 300 plays is probably significantly more than 10 percent of Bush's remaining career.

He'd have to be crazy or stupid to donate them to USC.


Fucking right-wing hacks

This stupidity speaks for itself:
"When Mrs. Alito walked out of the room, I thought of Mary Jo Kopechne." know, these right-wing pricks like to tell liberals to stop living in the '60s, but they're the ones that can't seem to get over shit that happened more than three and a half decades ago.

...also, I don't know whether or not her tears were real or feigned, but even if they were real, I still don't give a shit. It still means absolutely nothing. She can cry us all a river, she can cry her eyes out every day for all I care. It doesn't fucking matter. It has nothing to do with anything.

Cupping Osama's balls

The Daily Show on the president's distinction between 'responsible' and 'irresponsible' debate vis-à-vis the Iraq war: link.

Funny shit.

The vapors!

Due to Mrs. Strip Search Sammy's bout with 'the vapors' yesterday, Shakespeare's Sister reports on the need for fainting couches at confirmation hearings.

Some people are suggesting that this woman was play-acting, though Auguste doubts it. I don't know how much it matters; all I know is that if the media makes a big deal out of this, with all the important matters that are at stake here, they should all burn in hell for eternity.

(One of Auguste's commenters says that "perhaps we should start a 'Send Mrs. Alito a Hankie' campaign." Ha!)


Spare me

So we're supposed to feel sorry for Alito's wife because the big bad Democrats asked her husband a few mildly tough questions and she ran out of the room crying.

Boo-fucking-hoo. How about a little sympathy for all the women who will be relegated to the status of second-class citizen if Mrs. Alito's husband has his way?

...James Wolcott comments:
Then Mrs. Alito suffered a case of the weepies that was so dramatically well-timed and patently maudlin that I was reminded of the classic stage direction in Private Eye (takes out onion, wipes away tear), and suddenly the proceedings turned into a soap opera with Fox News commentators arriving on cue to deplore the toll taken on innocent bystanders in these brutal proceedings. From their sympathetic clucks and disapproving tones you would have thought Alito had been subjected to a Stalinist show trial presided over by Randi Rhodes in a bad mood rather than honey-tongued Lindsey Graham asking Alito with tender solicitude, "Are you a bigot?" The hypocritical highpoint came when Newt Gingrich, who during his reign as Speaker of the House did more than any political leader in recent memory to dump raw sewage into the political discourse, had the gall to invoke Joseph Welch's famous rhetorical throwdown of moral umbrage during the McCarthy hearings--"At long last, sir, have you no decency?"--to showboat his phony disgust over this trivial episode of upset feelings.

Yes, so heartsick were conservatives over this lady in distress that they immediately hurrahed Mrs. Alito's walkout as the humanizing moment that would win the public's sympathy vote and put Judge Alito's candidacy over the top and assure him a seat on the Court. If Alito is confirmed, Mrs. Alito and Judge Clarence Thomas's wife can commisserate by exchanging monogrammed crying towels as their men folk roll back women's rights and civil liberties and go duck hunting weekends with Scalia.

Howard Stern on decency

On Monday, Howard Stern began his new program on Sirius satellite radio. Part of the show was devoted to an on-air press conference given by Stern, where he answered questions from the media for about an hour or so. One of the reporters asked him:
Can you define for us what you believe 'indecent' would be?
Stern's response:
... I think there are a lot of things in this country that are indecent. I think the war going on in Iraq right now is not fair to the guys serving over there. I think that they haven't been equipped properly. When I read about vests that don't work, that these guys drive around in tanks that aren't properly suited up, that we might have gotten in there on a lie ... I find that indecent.

I find it indecent when the hypocrites in this country, particularly the religious right, say they don't want abortions, they don't want a woman to have the right to choose, but then at the same point, when a child is born into poverty and has no way out, they're against affirmative action. How can you be for all these births, and then when someone needs a handout like George Bush got from his father, we say no? That's indecent to me.

When the Church covers up that a priest is molesting boys, and they just move him to another parish, that's indecent. That's indecent to me.

When the religious right acts like the Taliban, and doesn't tolerate other people's opinions, other people's sexuality ... gay people in this country have every right to live here, have every right to be open about their sexuality ... the more you suppress gay people, the more miserable you make them, the worse our society gets.

Q: Right, but when it comes to bodily functions and language, you don't think anything's indecent?

Compared to what I just mentioned, no. Because we all go to the bathroom ... Big deal. When you talk about Senator Stevens from Alaska building a bridge to nowhere with taxpayer money while our boys in Iraq aren't protected, that's indecent. How can you get upset about urinating jokes?

I am so ... pissed ... off ... right ... now ...

See Jedmunds for the latest push in liberal quarters for the Democrats to give up on fighting the Alito nomination, and in effect to give up on just about anything until they regain a majority.  (If this never happens, I suppose Democrats should just give up, period.)

Look, the Democrats are a minority party right now, and will be for at least three more years (barring some dramatic turn of events).  They need to try to figure out how to be as effective as a minority party possibly can, not just say 'Oh well,' and "move on to other issues, and try to win the next two elections."

But I think I know which road the party is going to take.  I hope I'm proven wrong, but yet another Democratic surrender seems inevitable.  This pathetic excuse for an opposition party is the only thing standing between the lunacy of the GOP and the rest of the world.  This is not reason for optimism.

I'm feeling like giving up myself.  The number of people who don't have their heads up their asses is just too small.


He had it coming

From the AP:
Woman Allegedly Stabs Man Over Elvis Song

PERTH, Australia — A woman stabbed her boyfriend with a pair of scissors because he repeatedly played the Elvis Presley hit "Burning Love" on the King's birthday, police said Tuesday.

The 35-year-old man was treated for six stab wounds to his head, back and legs at the hospital in the farming town of Northam in Western Australia state late Monday night but was allowed to go home, state police spokeswoman Ros Weatherall said.


Once again, there's a discussion going on about IQ tests that is drenched in misunderstanding.

Usually, this debate centers on whether or not IQ tests really measure intelligence or not. The answer is no. IQ tests measure one thing, and one thing only: how well one performs on IQ tests. That's the only thing it possibly could measure.

The question, then, is whether or not the ability to do well on IQ tests correlates with the possession of 'intelligence'. Drum says:
Like it or not, all the PC handwaving in the world won't change the fact that (a) IQ tests are a pretty good measure of the cognitive ability normally referred to as "intelligence" and (b) intelligence is an important trait for a wide variety of modern day tasks.
Now, (b) is almost tautological, or at least true in a completely uninteresting and uncontroversial way. (a) rests on a couple of assumptions:

1. There is an identifiable cognitive ability that 'intelligence' designates
2. It has been established that this ability correlates with IQ scores

No support is offered for either of these assumptions, and they both seem shaky at best. At the very least, before a claim like Drum's can be made, we would need some kind of definition of 'intelligence' and some evidential support for the alleged correlation with IQ. But a definition of intelligence is likely to be highly arbitrary, and it's difficult to see what kind of evidence could possibly be marshaled to back up the claim of a correlation. You would basically need a study that kept track of how intelligent subjects were, and then mapped the results on to their IQ scores. But what would the measure of intelligence be? It's starting to look like 'intelligence' is just not something amenable to scientific inquiry at all, since it seems to be based at least in part on the judgment of human agents ('intelligent' being to some extent a term of approbation). You might be able to define it as something like 'success' relative to various projects, but even that is run through with evaluative notions, and is certainly not easily quantifiable.

This makes it awfully tempting to dismiss the whole IQ business as pseudo-science. At the very least, we have to acknowledge that until these tasks have been completed, there's not much use in invoking IQ.

Alito and Roe

A couple of bloggers make some good points about the confirmation hearings. Armando:
In his answers to Senator Arlen Specter's question, Judge Samuel Alito acknowledged that the 1985 memo where he stated that he supported the goal of overturning roe v. Wade expressed his personal views at the time.

He did not clarify whether he still believes it but implicitly seemed to accept that when he argued that as a judge he would put his personal feelings aside and determine whether the doctrine of stare decisis compelled upholding Roe.

This makes it clear, Alito would vote to overturn Roe UNLESS the doctrine of stare decisis compelled otherwise.

As for stare decisis, Alito stated repeatedly that it "is not an inexorable command."

It seems clear that Alito will likely vote to overturn Roe if he is confirmed to the Supreme Court.
Kevin Drum:
I'm curious. I listened to a few minutes of the Alito hearing this morning and I heard Alito say that he thought Griswold v. Connecticut, the landmark privacy case, was correctly decided. But of course he won't tell us whether he thinks Roe v. Wade was correctly decided. Why not?

Why is it OK to take a firm stand on some decisions but not on others? What's the supposed algorithm here?

All righty then

This is one hell of a freak show family. From CNN:
Mummified body found in front of TV

CINCINNATI, Ohio (AP) -- The mummified body of a woman who didn't want to be buried was found in a chair in front of her television set 2 1/2 years after her death, authorities said.

Johannas Pope had told her live-in caregiver that she didn't want to be buried and planned on returning after she died, Hamilton County Coroner O'Dell Owens said Monday.

Pope died in August 2003 at age 61. Her body was found last week in the upstairs of her home on a quiet street.

Some family members continued to live downstairs, authorities said. No one answered the doorbell at Pope's home Monday afternoon.

It could take weeks to determine Pope's cause of death because little organ tissue was available for testing, Owens said.

An air conditioner had been left running upstairs, and that allowed the body to slowly mummify, he said. The machine apparently stopped working about a month ago, and the body began to smell.

"Standing outside, one could smell death," Owens said.
There's also some video that's worth watching - apparently the woman's 'caretaker' thought she was going to come back to life.

In case you were wondering...

...Rick Moranis has released a country music album.

Take it easy, people

Yes, your blog is annoying; no, it won't land you in jail.

(HT: Moderate Voice.)


Jedmunds v. Yglesias

Advantage: Jedmunds.
Every day, I’m slowly becoming more sickened by the Democratic Party I’ve seen recently. I think of Chuck Schumer, and Hillary Clinton, and Joe Biden, and I won’t even bother mentioning Lieberman, and I just want to say fuck it. Maybe I’ll vote 3rd party. These cowering lapdogs with an opportunistic bark do not deserve to be a majority party. They are useless. And the idea that they won’t bother to put up a fight on Alito merely to prevent squandering the gains that come from the scandal and missteps of the reptiles on the right makes me question all the more what I could ever hope to get by voting for a Democrat besides more fingers-crossed genuflection.
If Alito goes through without a fight - including a filibuster - it might just be time to write the Democrats off for good.

Wingnuttia on display

My god, I'm listening to the Alito confirmation hearings, and GOP senators are complaining about abortion and "killing babies." Keep going, you lunatics.

Ha ha

Remember "literary bad boy" James Frey? Well, turns out he's a fraud. (HT: Feministe.)

Whenever I hear about Frey, I remember his calculated hyperbole, and Neal Pollack's hilarious response:
There's been much talk lately in circles where talk occurs about a young writer named James Frey. I'm tired of him already. Every five weeks or so a punk comes along and tries to cock-block my mantle when he knows full well that I am the greatest writer of my generation or any generation and that no one better captures the anguish of contemporary American male identity better than I do.

You wanna fuck with my shit, Frey guy? I don't think so. Because I really don't give a flying anal gland about Danny Eggleston or Jonathan Safran Fuckface or David Foster Walrus. Not only do I not hang out with them, but I don't hang out at all. With anyone. No living being is worth my company except for my dogs, and only then because I like to fuck them. Oh, yes, I love fucking my dogs, and then I go to a boxing gym because I love beating up black people and then I fuck my dogs some more. So if you want to fight me, James Frey, then bring it on, because my fists are cast-iron and my screen saver reads "BRING IT YOU BEAUTIFUL MOTHERFUCKER BRING IT!" and my tattoo reads "SUCK MY COCK YOU WHORE." But it's not on my left arm. It's on my cock. Suck my cock tattoo that says suck my cock, James Frey, you whore.

You eat with your hands and call yourself a savage, Frey? Well, I eat with my face. I just plunge my face into a bowl and eat like a beast. Raw meat. Raw vegetables. Raw unprocessed grain. I brew my own beer and I piss in it and I drink it and it tastes good. And you think you're tough because you listen to N.W.A.? I was IN N.W.A, motherfucker. Now I listen to Dead Prez, and they're not nearly hard-core enough for me so I listen to Motorhead, but what the fuck? You pussy.

You can't write, Frey. I can write. Check this out. I wrote this five years ago in my book "Addict: A Memoir Of Addiction.":

"I open the cockpit door and I walk out. The Pilot wipes his nose because he's been snorting coke off my Balls. The flight attendant asks me if everything is OK and I fuck her. Outside, it is Night. The wing is straddled by blinking lights. From where I sit I can smell the lights and I want to break them with my fists. So I bust through the emergency exit door and leap onto the wing. Thank god we're still on the ground. I punch out the lights with my forehead and tear at the steel with my claws. I wish my parents had never made me go to College. I wish that my mind were an endless Chasm and that I could crawl inside. My Balls are blue because I fuck so much. The last time I committed suicide, I hung myself from the neck until I couldn't breathe. My brain is black my balls are black my heart is made of stone and I love nothing but the rush of hop into my vein and if I could get away with it, I would kill You now as you sit there in your comfortable chair reading this and I kill myself and anyone who challenges my position as the greatest fucking writer of my generation. The flight attendant asks me if I want some Cheese and Crackers, but I cannot have any, because I have swallowed my tongue. It tasted fucking good. I love the way my tongue tastes when I swallow it, and I don't care if I ever eat again."

You think your appetites are bigger than mine, James Frey? You think you're a bigger rock star and a better writer than I am? Well, motherfucker, I challenge you. I want a drink. I want fifty drinks. I want a tub of acid as deep as the moon. I want a tube of glue that tastes like a dumptruck of peyote. I want a boyfriend. I want a boyfriend. I want all that stupid old shit like letters and sodas, letters and sodas. I want to be the guy with the most cake.

I want your ass, Frey. Served to me piping hot on a platter. Then I will bite it. And then I will send it back. Not because it's tough. But because it's not tough enough.

See You In Hell, Bitch.
Pollack has a response to the exposure of Frey's fraud here.

Jackson Pollock, Cold Warrior?

...during the height of the Cold War in the 1950's, the CIA secretly promoted abstract expressionism as a means of discrediting the socialist realism of the Soviet Union. (...) The spy agency created and staffed an international institution they named the Congress for Cultural Freedom(CCF,) and from 1950 to 1967 (when the front group was at last exposed as a CIA operation,) the spook endowment had secretly bankrolled the abstract expressionist movement with untold millions of dollars. (...) The CIA orchestrated the publication of a major article on Jackson Pollock in LIFE Magazine declaring him "the shining new phenomenon of American art," and the "greatest living artist."(...) The CIA applied considerable muscle in its endeavor to support and advance the abstract expressionist movement, and in large part they were successful. Realism became passé as art critics focused on singing the praises of action painting.


Jorge Hirsch argues that "America is embarked in a premeditated path that will lead inexorably to the use of nuclear weapons against Iran in the very near future."

Question: if the US does use nuclear weapons, completely unprovoked, against Iran, will self-described moderates still deny that Bush is a terrorist?

Things are too dire not to call a spade a spade, no matter how much it might offend your 'moderate' sensibilities.

"Virtue terrorism"

God damn it, these people really are out of their fucking minds.
Ron Luce, the founder and president of Teen Mania Ministries, called the glamorization of sin in shows such as NBC's "The Book of Daniel" and their effect on the nation's children "virtue terrorism." NBC's newest series, which aired Friday despite the harsh criticism from both the Christian and mainstream arena and the refusal of three affiliate networks to air the program, showcases an Episcopalian priest who has a homosexual son, a drug-dealing daughter, a skirt-chasing adopted son, and an alcoholic wife.

"It's virtue terrorism and it is having a dangerously dramatic effect on our children," said Luce, whose Christian youth organization reaches millions of young people worldwide. "Just look at the explosion of illicit sexuality our kids are exposed to through TV shows and media like Desperate Housewives, Sex in the City, and MTV videos."


The 'life of the mother' exception

Mike the Mad Biologist:
...The "life of the mother" exemplifies modern Republican legislation: being one part dishonesty, and one part a slave to the needs of propaganda, it yields dreadful legislation that is fundamentally unworkable. If the Indiana legislation passes, it will wind up in the courts. And, as usual, conservatives will blame 'activist judges', not themselves, for their own failures...

Alito supporters perform preemptive voodoo ritual in room where hearings will be held

Well, actually they anointed the chairs with holy oil, but is that any less ridiculous?

I can't believe these are the kind of people we're up against. Just try reasoning with these lunatics.

Found photos

Link, via Boing Boing. These are a couple of my favorites. Warning: a couple of the pictures are ever-so-slightly not safe for work, and one of them is just fucking disgusting.

Don't stay the course

Good piece on the 'Fighting Dems' strategy here. An excerpt:
If we continue to nominate, back and fund pro-war, anti-choice or ambiguous candidates in our lemming-like march to the right, then we will lose. We will LOSE again in 2006. And we will lose the very rationale for being the Democratic Party.

The majority of people in America are pro-choice and anti-war. So guys, let's let the Republicans be the Republicans, and not give them any more ground. Pick a side and have the strength to stand with your convictions instead of this flip flopping trying to be Republican light...

People want progressives. It's how you move forward as a society. It's how you build a solid, long lasting Democratic Majority in states burned by Republicans.

This is one of the many races across the country playing out this way, CHANGE THE COURSE NOW! We can't take our nation back until we first take back our own party.


Angelica caught me; I have to list "five weird things about me." This is going to be kind of difficult, because frankly I'm pretty goddamned normal. But here goes.

1. I own seasons 1 through 4 of Little House on the Prairie on DVD.

2. I think my cat is smarter than I am. (No remarks from the peanut gallery; he's smarter than you, too.)

3. I was expelled from pre-school.

4. I have a fairly detailed plan worked out regarding what I am going to do if I ever end up in prison, even though there is absolutely no reason why I ever would end up in prison.

5. Some of my family members and I have a running joke about the centrality of feces in contemporary art.

Now, to pass this along, I choose:

1. Matt at Cerulean Blue.
2. Grace at Scriptoids.
3. Socialist Swine.
4. Joe at Unreal City.
5. Jonah Goldberg.

Comply or else.

Nothing's gonna stop them now

From Shakespeare's Sister:
A Turkish shop assistant was arrested after he was found lying naked with a mannequin in a store window.

The 30-year-old man was discovered by colleagues opening up the department store in Antalya for the day.

They called police after noticing bite marks on the mannequin. Two other mannequins that showed signs of abuse were also taken in as evidence.

The shop assistant allegedly hid in the toilets while the store was being locked up for the night.

The man has been charged with damaging property.

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