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Friday, November 05, 2010

Beware of Milady

Dangerously evil, with excuses, infinite wiles, and a mercenary obsession.

AMAZON. Here's a sobering forecast from the National Review about the probable fate of the Tea Party d'Artagnans who are riding to our rescue in Washington.

A Pig Walking on his Hind Legs

The Post ruminates today on whether the new crop of anti-Washington congressmen will go native, as so much of the class of 1994 did. Some great quotes suggest the answer is yes:

“They run against Washington calling it a cesspool and discover that it’s really a hot tub,” said Craig Shirley, president of Shirley and Bannister, a conservative public relations shop based in Alexandria.


Fourteen of those 73 freshmen [from 1994] remain in the House, but many more are still in Washington. “A lot of them went on to have relationships with big lobbies or law firms here,” Killian says. “Most decided, ‘It’s great in Washington and I want to stay, so I’ll figure out a way.’ People want to take you to dinner all the time, and everybody’s hanging on your every word.

“By and large, they became indistinguishable from the people they replaced.”

My natural pessimism leads me to think the same will happen this time. As Orwell wrote at the end of Animal Farm:

The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.

The only way to remedy this is to shrink the importance and activity of the national government (both at home and abroad) because talent and money will always flow toward power. But, once in possession of power, only extraordinary men like George Washington or Cincinnatus are going to give it up. And while Congress may not be, as Twain wrote, America’s only “distinctively native American criminal class,” they’re not Washingtons either.

Which suggests to me a reading recommendation for all those of Tea Party bent: Alexandre Dumas's The Three Musketeers. How could it possibly be relevant? It features a character who may be the ultimate villain in the entire history of fiction, greater even than Iago, who was, after all, a creature of intellect. Not so with Milady de Winter. She was far more akin to the scorpion of the fable who fatally stung the frog on whose back she was riding across a torrential river: "Why?" asked the stricken frog. "We will both die now." The scorpion replied, "It is simply my nature."

Wikipedia actually contains a biography of the Milady de Winter. Here are some highlights:

A capable and beautiful spy, Milady is an unusual example of a strong, independent woman with a tragic and checkered past, filled with the seduction and willful destruction of men who will provide her with monetary support. Milady is remorseless and unrepentant for her countless "misdeeds". Late in the novel, after the reader is already presented with numerous examples of her villainy to the crown, she is revealed to be the wife of Athos, one of the musketeers in the title of the novel...

After being expelled by Athos, she winds up in the employ of Cardinal Richelieu, working as his spy, assassin, and messenger. She steals the jewels that Anne of Austria, wife of King Louis XIII, entrusted to her lover the English Duke of Buckingham, but the intended scandal is averted.

D'Artagnan himself later meets Milady and falls under her spell...

When the Catholic Richelieu lays siege to the Hugenot city of La Rochelle, the Protestant Buckingham leads an unsuccessful expedition to assist the besieged. In a house near La Rochelle, Athos and his friends Porthos and Aramis overhear a conversation between the Cardinal and Milady, plotting to kill Buckingham before he can make another attempt.

Even if he is the enemy of France, the musketeers regard Buckingham, the man, as a friend. They commit treason to the crown, and thus warn him of the threat and upon arriving in England, Milady is arrested and imprisoned in a house by her hostile brother-in-law, the new Lord de Winter. She seduces her jailer, John Felton, persuading him that she is a Puritan at heart and that Buckingham is persecuting her because she refused his advances. Felton has his own grievances against Buckingham, whom he blames for his lack of promotion in the army. He thus proceeds to murder the Duke (a real-life event), but after carrying out the murder he is aghast to see Milady's ship sailing away without him. He is later hanged.

Returning to France, Milady carries out the murder of d'Artagnan's landlady and lover, Mlle Constance Bonacieux, when the two happen upon one another in a convent. For her multiple murders, and for the other deaths she has caused, Milady is judged by the musketeers, Lord de Winter, and by the executioner of Lille, the group having proceeded to track and hunt Milady after the death of Constance. The executioner of Lille, who placed the brand upon her shoulder years ago, beheads her in one of the last scenes of the novel after a mock trial.

Don't get ahead of me here. Milady's not a stand-in for Nancy Pelosi, that dumbass Richelieu in the kingdom of Obama. She is, to my mind, far more a symbol of the Washington, DC, culture, that relentlessly corrupting and unscrupulous vortex of near-infallible seduction to the dark side. What is most clear about Milady is that no one is immune -- even those who know full well how terrible and treacherous she is. Even the hero of heroes, d'Artagnan.

Why I'm recommending you read the book, not just the synopsis. The scene in which the musketeers abduct her in the dead of night and (dare I say) frog-march her toward execution is as terrifying as any horror movie you've ever seen. The musketeers assign guards to carry her along, but their fear of her is such that as soon as they detect any conversation between Milady and a guard, they dismiss and replace him. He is tainted, no longer to be trusted. That's the image that came to me when I read the National Review entry.

Do not think that anything has yet been won. The naifs we have elected are just so many earnest Feltons; Milady is a genius at spotting every man's weakness and turning it to her own ends. The watchwords are vigilance, suspicion, and even paranoia. Milady is waiting, and she is an almost unstoppably mesmerizing monster.

Maybe you can't understand the words, but German is the language of control.

Not to be a downer or anything...

P.S. Don't trust any of the movies. They're all uncomfortable with the idea of multiple armed men illegally herding a woman to her beheading. Somehow, the seductress is always vitiated as a figure of pure evil. Why seduction is never wholly defeated; it is too often too beautiful to slaughter with the coldness it deserves. Only the original gets it right. So much for the illuminating power of the canon. We censor it when it offends our wishful thinking. But we do still have the original to look back to. If we have the will.

Tim Wise, Anti-Racist

Tim Wise. His High Mightiness.

SWARTHMORONS.35.9-13. Time for a fisking. Why bother? (There was a debate at InstaPunk about it. See the Comments here.) I wound up siding with DJ Moore (post what you've got so far and quit) and Brizoni (Kill him...!)  Here's a bio that should make most people sick:

Tim Wise is among the most prominent anti-racist writers and educators in the United States, and has been called, “One of the most brilliant, articulate and courageous critics of white privilege in the nation,” by best-selling author and professor Michael Eric Dyson, of Georgetown University. Wise, who was recently named one of “25 Visionaries Who are Changing Your World,” by Utne Reader, has spoken in 49 states, on over 600 college campuses, and to community groups across the nation. He has also lectured internationally in Canada and Bermuda on issues of comparative racism, race and education, racism and religion, and racism in the labor market.

Wise is the author of five books, including White Like Me: Reflections on Race from a Privileged Son; Affirmative Action: Racial Preference in Black and White; Speaking Treason Fluently: Anti-Racist Reflections From an Angry White Male; Between Barack and a Hard Place: Racism and White Denial in the Age of Obama, and his latest, Colorblind: The Rise of Post-Racial Politics and the Retreat from Racial Equity. He has contributed essays to twenty-five books, and is one of several persons featured in White Men Challenging Racism: Thirty-Five Personal Stories, from Duke University Press. He received the 2001 British Diversity Award for best feature essay on race issues, and his writings have appeared in dozens of popular, professional and scholarly journals.

Wise has provided anti-racism training to teachers nationwide, and has conducted trainings with physicians and medical industry professionals on how to combat racial inequities in health care. He has also trained corporate, government, entertainment, military and law enforcement officials on methods for dismantling racism in their institutions, and has served as a consultant for plaintiff’s attorneys in federal discrimination cases in New York and Washington State.

In summer, 2005, Wise served as an adjunct faculty member at the Smith College School for Social Work, in Northampton, Massachusetts, where he co-taught a Master’s level class on Racism in the U.S. In 2001, Wise trained journalists to eliminate racial bias in reporting, as a visiting faculty-in-residence at the Poynter Institute in St. Petersburg, Florida. From 1999-2003, Wise was an advisor to the Fisk University Race Relations Institute, in Nashville, and in the early ’90s he was Youth Coordinator and Associate Director of the Louisiana Coalition Against Racism and Nazism: the largest of the many groups organized for the purpose of defeating neo-Nazi political candidate, David Duke. He graduated from Tulane University in 1990 and received antiracism training from the People’s Institute for Survival and Beyond, in New Orleans.

Wise has appeared on hundreds of radio and television programs, is a regular contributor to discussions about race on CNN, and was featured in a segment on ABC’s 20/20, in 2007.

Sad, sad, sad.

Why do I say that? Because he's a man with a one-note career, and he's a phony at that. Herewith the fisking that proves it

An Open Letter to the White Right, On the Occasion of Your Recent, Successful Temper Tantrum
Posted on November 3, 2010

For all y’all rich folks, enjoy that champagne, or whatever fancy ass Scotch you drink.

And for y’all a bit lower on the economic scale, enjoy your Pabst Blue Ribbon, or whatever shitty ass beer you favor. [So everyone who disagrees with you is a drunk. Good to know.]

Whatever the case, and whatever your economic station, know this…

You need to drink up.

And quickly.

And heavily.

Because your time is limited.

Real damned limited. [Do you write books this way?]

So party while you can, but mind the increasingly loud clock ticking away in the corners of your consciousness.

The clock that reminds you how little time you and yours have left.

Not much more now.

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.


Tock. [Yawn.]

I know, you think you’ve taken “your country back” with this election — and of course you have always thought it was yours for the taking, cuz that’s what we white folks are bred to believe, that it’s ours, and how dare anyone else say otherwise — but you are wrong. [Speak for yourself, John.]

You have won a small battle in a larger war the meaning of which you do not remotely understand. [Let me guess. You're going to explain why you're smarter than everyone else...]

‘Cuz there is nothing even slightly original about you. [As opposed to the ultimate originality of you. Got it.]

There have always been those who wanted to take the country back. [You must have majored in journalism. One sentence = one paragraph. Congratulations.]

There were those who, in past years, wanted to take the country back to a time of enslavement and indentured servitude. [Who were those people exactly? Please be specific.]

But they lost .[No shit.]

There were those who wanted to take us back to a time when children could be made to work in mines and factories, when workers had no legal rights to speak of, when the skies in every major city were heavy with industrial soot that would gather on sidewalks and windowsills like volcanic ash. [There were those who made up fantasy enemies who embodied all that was worst in humankind and then pretended that their fantasies were all the authority figures they spent their lives rebelling against. So? And there were those who bored the shit out of everybody because they hated their parents and pretended that personal hatreds were synonymous with social justice.]

But they lost. [No shit, again. Are you starting to see a pattern here, Lochinvar? Your worst fears are the same as your fantasies.]

There were those who wanted to take us back to a time when women could not vote, or attend any but a few colleges, or get loans in their own names, or start their own businesses. [Now you're fucking with reality. It's people of your kind who have done more to keep women enslaved than the people you hate. You're the ones who have decided that women who aren't leftists are fair game to be derided as whores, sluts, and worse.]

[TIME OUT. Anaphora is a figure of speech that uses constant repetition of opening phrases as a rhetorical device. "This is a country in which..." "There are those who..." Thing is, it gets really tiresome. It's not writing. It's bad ad copy. Just saying.]

But they lost. [Who's they? Sorry. I'm losing track. Something, perhaps, about the thudding boredom of your prose is putting me to sleep.]

There were those who wanted to take us back to a time when blacks “had no rights that the white man was bound to respect,” – this being the official opinion of the Supreme Court before those awful days of judicial activism, now decried by the likes of you – and when people of color could legally be kept from voting solely because of race, or holding certain jobs, or living in certain neighborhoods, or run out of other towns altogether when the sun would go down, or be strung up from trees. [Let me guess. Anyone who disagrees with you is one of those people.]

But they lost. [Jeez. Do you know anything about pacing, let alone writing....?]

And you will lose. [Good Lord. Did you really write your masters thesis this way? Did you submit in crayon?]

So make a note of it. [I promise. In crayon.]

Tweet it to yourself. [Shit. My tweet thing doesn't have a crayon option.]

Put it on your Facebook wall and leave it there so you’ll remember that I told you so. [Will do. uh, who told me so? Sorry. I forget. Also, I don't have a Facebook page. Does that make me a racist? I suppose it does. So so sorry.]

It is coming, and soon. [WHAT is coming?! You and your hard-on about race relations? Or something else? Have you ever heard of an actual declarative sentence that doesn't consist mostly of antecedentless pronouns?]

This isn’t hubris. It isn’t ideology. It is not wishful thinking. [uh, then what is it, kemo sabe? I was pretty sure it was all three till you told me it wasn't. Now I'm confused...]

It is math. [Math? Really? Like a guy who can't write a simple sentence knows something about math?]

Not even advanced math. Just simple, basic, like 3rd grade math. [Oh. Third grade math? That I can believe.]

The kind of math that proves how your kind — mostly older white folks beholden to an absurd, inaccurate, nostalgic fantasy of what America used to be like — are dying. [You're going to do that with simple addition and subtraction? Can't wait.]

You’re like the bad guy in every horror movie ever made, who gets shot five times, or stabbed ten, or blown up twice, and who will eventually pass — even if it takes four sequels to make it happen — but who in the meantime keeps coming back around, grabbing at our ankles as we walk by, we having been mistakenly convinced that you were finally dead this time. [Oh. Sorry. You weren't talking about math or even arithmetic. You were talking about counting. Damn if I don't feel intimidated.]

Fair enough, and have at it. But remember how this movie ends. [I'll bite. How does this movie end?]

Our ankles survive. [Huh?]

You do not. [Come again. If your ankles survive, everything important survives? Well... maybe... given the level of intellect you've shown so far, maybe your ankles are as smart as the rest of you.]

Michael Meyers, Freddie Kreuger, Jason, and that asshole husband in that movie with Julia Roberts who tracks her down after she runs away and changes her identity–they are all done. Even that crazy fucker in Saw is about to be finished off for good. Granted, he’s gonna be popping out in 3-D to scare the kiddies, so he isn’t going quietly. But he’s going, as all bad guys eventually do. [uh, what? I confess it, dude. You've totally lost me here.]

And in the pantheon of American history, conservative old white people have pretty much always been the bad guys, the keepers of the hegemonic and reactionary flame, the folks unwilling to share the category of American with others on equal terms. [Which follows from which particular antecedent proposition exactly...?]

Fine, keep it up. It doesn’t matter. [Keep what up? Our incredibly extenuated suspension of disbelief that you can actually write, have something to say, and will ultimately get to some point us lowly ignoramuses might actually recognize...? Good luck with that.]

Because you’re on the endangered list. [Aw. What endangered list?]

And unlike, say, the bald eagle or some exotic species of muskrat, you are not worth saving. [Because bald eagles, unlike white males of European extraction, aren't stone killers who live high above their prey, looking for any any opportunity to swoop down and eat the most helpless prey they can find. Right.]

In forty years or so, maybe fewer, there won’t be any more white people around who actually remember that Leave it to Beaver, Father Knows Best, Opie-Taylor-Down-at-the-Fishing Hole cornpone bullshit that you hold so near and dear to your heart. [uh, I challenge you to diagram this sentence, er paragraph. I grant you it's fiery. It's just not a sentence.]

There won’t be any more white folks around who think the 1950s were the good old days, because there won’t be any more white folks around who actually remember them, and so therefore, we’ll be able to teach about them accurately and honestly, without hurting your precious feelings, or those of the so-called “greatest generation” — a bunch whose white contingent was top-heavy with ethical miscreants who helped save the world from fascism only to return home and oppose the ending of it here, by doing nothing to lift a finger on behalf of the civil rights struggle. [Let me get this straight. Accuracy increases when the people who actually remember the times in question are no longer alive to question your historiography. I see. One small example of your logic: the Republicans you despise so much were not "ethical miscreants who" didn't  "lift a finger on behalf of the civil rights struggle." They're the ones who passed the Civil Rights bill by a greater margin than the Democrats were able to muster. Perhaps that's the rewriting of history you have in mind? But why?]

It’s OK. Because in about forty years, half the country will be black or brown. And there is nothing you can do about it. [uh, as long as they're Americans, who gives a flying fuck what color they are? Oh. That's right. You do.]

Nothing, Senõr Tancredo. [You must have me confused with somebody else. Almost all of us are not named Tom Tancredo. Funny how that works.]

Nothing, Senõra Angle, or Senõra Brewer, or Senõr Beck. [You've got your accents wrong, The mañana should be on the 'n,' not the 'o.']

Loy tiene muy mal, hijo de Puta. [Thanks. Reminds me of my favorite song...

My favorite because my mother loved it. She, of
course, was a white supremacist from way back.]

And by then you will have gone all in as a white nationalist movement — hell you’ve all but done that now — thus guaranteeing that the folks of color, and even a decent size minority of us white folks will be able to crush you, election after election, from the Presidency on down to the 8th grade student council. [Absolutely, positively right. Unless Marco Rubio, Governor Martinez, and Governor Sandoval can talk some sense into us in the interim.]

Like I said, this is math. And numbers don’t lie. [Of course they do. Like all tools, they're sibject to the person using them. In your case they lie like rugs.]

Bottom line, this too shall pass. [Which is where we're going to cut you off. You go on and on and on about absolutely nothing. You're a monomaniac with nothing to say. Nothing. Whatever. And everything you do say is wrong. Here's what's really sad. You've wasted your entire life on a delusion. You fucking majored in White Guilt. Guess what? You're a pea-brain. Nothing can save you from that fate. Not even being the lone white man who feels the pain of all the minorities. Your only claim to fame is based on the white superiority you everywhere disdain. Your views about race and equality are supposed to matter more than others because you're a white man saying it. Pitiful.]

Go to hell, Tim Wise. It's where you belong. You're a racist, pontificating sonofabitch with a third-rate mind. And you've never written a decent, compelling paragraph in your life.

End of lesson.

Thursday, November 04, 2010

All Right. A Little Gloating.

Sarah's a pistol. Scratch that. She's a bear.

JOY IS ITS OWN REWARD EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE. Okay. We're human, too. The job ahead of us is daunting, but we did have a big victory. For example, Jon Stewart felt compelled to treat Chris Wallace of Fox News like a human being.

The Daily Show With Jon Stewart Mon - Thurs 11p / 10c
Exclusive - Chris Wallace Extended Interview
Daily Show Full Episodes Political Humor Rally to Restore Sanity

He even plugged Fox News Sunday. (For the wrong reason, of course, but still...)

And there's this gem from the Glenn Beck Show. Take the link. It's worth enduring their clunky software. You'll be laughing out loud. It's really reminiscent of Mad Magazine back when it was just zany and, uh, funny.

There's this, too. Kanye West apologizing to George W. Bush.

The former commander-in-chief revealed in an interview that he recalls the hip hopper's 2005 charge that Bush "doesn't care about black people" as a low point in his tenure as president.

"It was one of the most disgusting moments in my presidency," Bush said in an interview with Matt Lauer of the moment he heard about West's comments during a benefit telethon for victims of Hurricane Katrina. Bush explained that he interpreted the comment as a clear accusation of racism.

Bush reportedly blasts West in his new memoir, Decision Points. "I didn't appreciate it then. I don't appreciate it now...I resent it, it's not true," he told Lauer of West's accusation.

But after hearing Bush's recent reaction to his comments, West says he can relate to the former president.

"I definitely can understand the way he feels, you know, to be accused of being a racist in any way, because the same thing he happened to me," West said Wednesday in an interview with 97.9 "The Box," referring back to the aftermath of his outburst against country princess Taylor Swift.

West was vilified as -- at best, a bully -- and at worst, a racist, after he stormed the stage at the 2009 Video Music Awards to declare that Beyonce should have gotten the best female video ward instead of Swift.

The public outcry prompted the newly "more sensitive" West a year later to write a song for Swift and to express his regret over the incident in a long Twitter soliloquy a year later. It's the Swift saga, an experience that he told New York radio station Hot 97 was "bigger to me than the Bush moment," that gave him empathy, West said.

"I think we're all quick to pull the race card in America," the hip hop mogul observed of his run-in with Bush. "And now I'm more open, and the poetic justice that I feel, to have went through the same thing that he went [through] - and now I really more connect with him on just a humanitarian level."

Which is more appropriate than he knows, given the slam-dunk rebuttal by outcome of Dem accusations of racism against Tea Partiers and Republicans this cycle.

After the 2006 midterm elections, many in the chattering class declared the GOP had been reduced to a “regional party” – white, male, and Southern. Since President Obama’s election in 2008, the Leftist mainstream media has worked diligently to paint much of the opposition to his policies as the bigoted and deranged spasms of a marginalized, racist conservative base. The tea party movement represented “racism, straight up” according to political philosopher Janeane Garofalo. Maureen Dowd, Frank Rich, Eugene Robinson, and Bob Herbert practically took turns writing weekly columns slandering conservatives using flagrant race baiting, including an embarrassing election-day screed from Robinson. Chris Matthews complained that the political Right was “monochromatic” for his taste. And the Democrat Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid wondered aloud how anyone of Hispanic descent could possibly be a Republican. Then came the 2010 elections.

The midterm election not only busted the myth that the GOP is a regional party – seeing Republican gains in the Northeast, Midwest and West – it also puts to rest the notion that Republicans are a lily white party whose base won’t embrace a diverse slate of candidates. In eight prominent contests, Republicans nominated and elected excellent candidates and fine conservatives who also happen to be people of color

Definitely and absolutely read the whole thing. It spells out the diversity of the conservative electorate, and the only thing it's light on is the extraordinary number of women who competed, withstood horrifying slanders, and won nevertheless. To hell with all the damn hypocritical, soul-sick liberals, who are tolerant until some minority pawn tries to step out of his or her assigned box.

Watch the whole thing. But the part I was looking for was the scene, only
alluded to at the end, where referees try to fix the outcome. "Not another
yard" is the central idea. Bearing in mind that the conservative team now
consists of men, women, African-Americans, Indian-Americans, Mexican-
Americans, Puerto-Rican Americans, Cuban-Americans, and, well, Titans.

Sometimes, a little gloating is a confrontation with truth. And there's also something about the "little people," who just might be "stronger" than the elites, no matter how big or small or male or female or white or black or brown or red or yellow they are. Otherwise, we wouldn't do it. Unless we would anyway. Because it feels so good.

P.S. Speaking of George W. Bush, I still can't get over this scene. He and his dad at the Texas Rangers Game 4 of the World Series. Such a casually great strike thrown across the heart of the plate. (Can't find the Fox Sports footage that proves this, so the following will have to do.)

It was a good pitch. Unless you saw it for yourselves, you'll have to take my word for it. Something about how life is.

Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Sober Joy

The End of the Beginning

. The result was okay. But just okay. Remember that. It's hard to resist the notion, for example, that there's something "off" about Rand Paul. You know what I mean. I'm not happy with him being the face of the tea party movement. His wife is pretty. But can you imagine hearing that keening, curiously affectless voice all day long in your house?

This morning I watched The Daily Show. It was funny.

But charm isn't intelligence or a willingness to admit error and hypocrisy. As Jim Treacher makes very clear.

The thing to watch out for now is the Great Liberal Sucker Punch, or as Laura Ingraham so deftly put it, the Lucy swipe-away-the-football routine which has almost invariably fooled Republicans in the past.

As I write this, Obama is eating some humble pie in his press conference. He's still supercilious and we're still too dumb to understand what he was doing, but he's at least acknowledging how average Americans might interpret his policies as government overreach. Except that he's not changing any of his views on healthcare, for example. He's willing to talk about energy but not apparently about taxes. At least he's not bringing it up. Two promising developments. The press is asking tough questions. And Obama is being uncharacteristically articulate without a teleprompter. He insists he wants to talk to Republicans. Lucy...?

Still. I have to admit I'm liking him more than I have at any time in the last three years. He's standing there and taking the questions like a man. He's not really budging on any of his ideological issues, but he is willing to take the beating he admits he received. He seems, for once, human and, well, abashed. He's actually used the word "shellacking." Good for him. Although, when pressed, he has a tendency to revert to how he's "different, with a funny name," and so forth. Sigh. I wish I could trust him. I just can't. It feels like he's trying to play us yet again. Damn.

Advice. Make note of contact information for the new Republicans in congress. Pepper them ceaselessly with reminders of what they've been sent there to do.

The best news. The real slaughter was at the state level. Republican governors, Republican legislatures. The most since Reconstruction. The states now have the power to fight back against federal mandates and incursions on personal liberty.

All in all, only the end of the beginning. No party hats or balloons here. There's a big big job ahead, with many pitfalls and dangers awaiting...

The real video is here. We're Slash, departing the Church of Obama
and singing in the wilderness. And, yeah, it's still a wilderness. But
sing. And who's in the coffin? Us or them? Both? Think, my friends.

Just in case your energy was flagging. Don't let it.


SCUM. Sad. This disgusting, nasty creep is still in the congress. Seldom has the republic been disgraced by a lower form of lowlife than Barney Frank. He's mean, smug, sanctimonious, and a shining exemplar of every other stereotype attached to vicious queens the world over.What can we say? This:

Oh well. When there's no other alternative, laugh.

Tuesday, November 02, 2010

I Voted. Did You?

FOLLOW-THROUGH. All you InstaPunk readers... Come in and tell me you voted. Anyone who doesn't comment with an affirmation of having voted I'm going to assume didn't vote. And you'll be banned. Even if you've never commented before. What I'm saying is, step up and be counted. Everyone who does so will be remembered and given a pass for the first stupid thing they say that pisses us off. (But not the second. We're not promising to be nice, just making a deal.)

How about them apples?

So you don't go crazy with the elections...

The REAL Ziva David

You'll meet her early but see her as she is 7 minutes in. She's a psycho killer.

DON'T FORGET. Don't pretend you don't know who Ziva is. She's the Israeli assassin on the top-rated TV series in the country, NCIS. Women watch for Mark Harmon. Men watch for Ziva. Everybody but Harmon is afraid of her. He should be, too, but he's a Marine and thinks he'll figure something out if it comes to that. He probably will. But Ziva is still scary:

Except she's not half as scary as the Krav Maga chick on Fight Quest. (Can you believe we're talking the Planet Green channel here? Neither can I.) Here are additional segments of the Krav Maga episode {2 (2.5 minutes in), 3 (2.5 minutes in)}.

I'm hurting just from watching. But I'm still thinking Ziva could take her. Maybe with her cocktail dress.

Ziva the Assassin

Or something.

Don't forget to vote.

Monday, November 01, 2010

What to Watch for Tuesday and Why:  

The Witch, the Bitch & the Whore

NSFW: The left is far more comfortable with man-hating Lesbians
than with powerful women who aren't bunkered in dark cul de sacs.

ELECTION-EAR-ING. This is an election season so rich in ironies that it's impossible to back far enough away from it to see it whole. The first irony is that the nature of election coverage is such that it's so myopic, so microscopic in its perspectives on all sides, that the real Big Picture is generally treated as a sidebar, a statistic, or an anomaly.

[I have a choice here I don't like: 1) Prove my assertions with tons of available links that will keep you reading and chuckling for days, or 2) Be timely and trust that my allusions to Internet content past will strike useful chords in your memories. I'm choosing the latter because the election is tomorrow.]

Herewith, a variety of additional ironies:

(1) The Democrats have gone way out of their way to marginalize three particular candidates -- all of them women -- who symbolize for them everything wrong with the reactionary anti-Obama Tea Party sentiment which represents such a threat to their vision of social justicesocialist egalitarianism in these BlightedUnited States of America: Christine O'Donnell (deemed The Witch by 'liberal' Bill Maher based on tongue-in-cheek footage from his own ancient, comedic TV archives); Sharron Angle (damned as "that Bitch" by feminist CNN host Joy Behar and tacitly seconded by journalist icon Baba Wawa); and Meg Whitman (slurred as a Whore by unrepentant, unidentified staffers of ancient hippy  'Governor Moonbeam,' a.k.a. the bald clueless prune Jerry "I have no Plan" Brown, endorsed within hours of the slur by the 'feminist' advocacy group NOW.)

Here's the irony. The electoral races of these three slandered women are the ones to watch Tuesday night as a barometer of how the election is going to go. O'Donnell is supposed to be a total no-show with voters. But if she's close -- within five points -- in the tiny, quickly counted state of Delaware tomorrow, she could be the first indication of disaster for Democrats. Watch that race. There won't be a lot of suspense in the middle of the country. Dems are in deep trouble all across the heartland. But things will start to get interesting again in the far west, which will be the difference between a clear victory and a massacre. If Sharron Angle defeats Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid, it will be an historic first -- a total unknown prevailing against one of the three or four most powerful politicians in the country. Then, if Meg Whitman wins against Jerry Brown, we'll know:

Know what? That women have finally come of age as voters, citizens, and actors on the national stage. As better than half the population, they're no longer content to be a wholly owned subsidiary of the Democrat Party agenda, either meekly submissive to party doctrine or subject to being stoned to death as heretical adulteresses. As tough enough to withstand the sexual molestation that constitutes the liberal approach to securing their support.

(2) The elephant in the room in this election (pun intended, correctly, as opposed to Obama's cowardly malaprop on the Daily Show), is Sarah Palin. So-called Republican leadership can vilify and patronize her all it wants, but if there's a significant Republican victory this cycle, it's her doing more than anyone else's. Let me count the ways. Whether or not she will be or should be a candidate for president, she has restored the role of the citizen in the political process. To understand her political genius (yes, I mean that usage), you have to be a student of Roman history. When the Roman Senate became too arrogant and unresponsive, the position of 'Tribune' was created. The role of the Tribune was to speak up for the common man and call a halt when Patrician interests threatened to carry the day. Palin has become the American Tribune. She is proudly plebeian (no Harvard, no Yale), but it was her Facebook entries and tweets that galvanized and led the Tea Party opposition to Obama.

The most memorable phrase of the entire healthcare debate came from this supposedly illiterate Alaska fool: "death panels." The seat of the Tribune was in the doorway of the Roman Senate. Which is where Palin has sat in all the discussions of Obama policy. At every turn, her plebeian objections have confounded Obama's caesarian ambitions. He would rule us and lecture us and sneer at us from his elected messianic throne. She resigned her elective office -- against the advice of absolutely everyone, including me -- to rise higher than the president, as an uncompromised ombudsman for the American people. Idiot? Hardly.

(3) Sarah Palin. Why is this a separate entry? Isn't it just a continuation of the last? No. Because she's winning. The mid-terms, if you really want to understand them, have been a contest between the most powerful, charismatic, and supposedly most intelligent and eloquent man in the world, Barack Obama, and Sarah Palin. She. Is. Kicking. His. Ass. Think about it. Her crowds swell. His decline. Yesterday, he spoke to a half empty auditorium in Cleveland while she was crushing Chris Wallace in an argument about $4 trillion that was probably responsible (far more than her brief hospitalization) for Hewlett-Packard CEO and Stanford grad Carly Fiorina's momentary slip in the polls.

Best moment: Wallace framing his specious $4 trillion argument and getting interrupted by Palin: "Let me finish my question," said Wallace. "Hurry up, then," said Palin. "I have a lot to say." Then she demolished his tired, ignorant $4 trillion argument as a figment of liberal imagination, and Chris Wallace did not attempt to follow up. Could she have been more eloquent? Yes. Was her argument as elegant as PA senate candidate Pat Toomey's (perfect) the week before? No. Might her argument resonate better with voters than Harvard grad Toomey's? Yes. Hers had the ring of, "Don't be an ass." Which is what this woman has done. She's gone toe-to-toe with every major power in the establishment -- whatever you think of her missteps as a tyro in the 2008 presidential campaign -- and she's come up a winner with her endorsements, her tweets, and her ability to set the latches for the national debate.

What's the Big Picture? We've been watching a heavyweight fight between the President of the United States and the defeated vice presidential candidate of the 2008 election. And she's about to deck him with a cheery smile as a walk-on amateur in a field dominated by oh-so-serious pros. She's about to win by a knockout in an arena where the MSM judges are determined to award every round on points to the opposition. I confess I don't want her to run for president. I want her to remain in her role as American Tribune. We need a fearless, independent person who isn't afraid or constrained from saying,"This ISN'T what we elected you to do. You're toast." What a Mama Grizzly can do. Oh. The irony? She's the ultimate feminist dream. She didn't ask anyone's permission. She's just reinvented American politics in a purely spontaneous, creative and assertive act no man would ever have thought of. And the 'feminists' hate her. Why? Because an unofficial woman has just kayoed the officially ordained  'man' all real woman are supposed to want.

(4) Men. Sad. Who is it exactly who's inspired by Obama's man boobs? And by his hulking, glowering wife? She went to Princeton, which is an insult she seemingly can't ever get over. (I understand that part, at least.) Politics aside, the definition of an Obama supporter, a Democrat in the current cycle, is someone who admires homosexuality, hates the Pax Americana of the last 65 years, and, well, hates America's entire heritage of competing, winning, losing, and sacrificing for the benefit of those who are to come. When the men subside, the women come to the fore, an endless list of them, because what women want most of all is men in some regard. Why we have Michelle Bachman, Michelle Malkin, Sarah Palin, Laura Ingraham, Ann Coulter (who's espoused repealing women's right to vote), and all the female Tea Party candidates. Irony? They're the uniquely percipient women who know that they're NOT men -- not Shakespeare, Einstein, Joyce, da Vinci, Lincoln, Mozart, Socrates, Picasso, or Rimbaud. But when their men go missing, they're willing to fill in the absent spine. Where we are as a nation.

(5) Women. Less sad than they were. When it comes to government, all women are anatomically challenged and it's why men never wanted to give them the vote. Intellectually, the men were right. Anatomically, men wanted to achieve, to make a mark, to spawn a legacy of their own. What did women want? To protect their own. To nurture, to suckle their own. Different anatomies gave rise to different theories of governance. Men wanted to inseminate the dog eat dog world of commerce with daring and originality. They taught their sons how to compete, how to win, how to conquer. Theirs was the philosophy of the erect cock: impregnate the universe with your ideas and ambitions. Women got the vote in 1920. It's all been downhill since then. Their governmental metaphor was also derived from their bodies: Suck from my breast and all will be well. And the proper role of government is as breast. Irony? The breast metaphor doesn't work. The kid who never gets off his mommy's teat never amounts to anything. Which is the history of the entire Democrat Party since FDR.

(6)  Bottom Line. This election is not really about politics. It's about life itself. Should the government be a remote Old Testament dad or a whining "I'll do anything to protect you" mom? Let us make our own mistakes and lash us when we fail, or snoop into absolutely everything we do, pass judgment on every decision, and make us pay for every deviation from perfect childhood as Mommy defines it?  Michelle can't wait. She wants to be your cold, Victorian mommy, with a government-paid wet nurse. Unless you don''t deserve the government nipple. You have so much to be punished for. Because of who your parents are. And she's just the one to make you sit in the corner forever.

If you want a mommy, stay home tomorrow. Because I can guaran-fucking-tee you that an angry mommy is what you'll get if you vote for Obama yet again..

Me? I can assure you I'd rather have the freedom of the non-mommies of a witch, a bitch, and a whore. I still like women. No matter how cold or hot or wild they are.

I'm pretty sure 'Mommy' is a lefty idea. Why I'm still going wild... and loving the thought of tomorrow.

Be sure to vote. Unless your mommy refuses to let you...

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