Wednesday, January 28, 2009

i guess the cabbie can't help you now, can he?

NPR's All Things Considered did a feature on the Davos meeting tonight, and guess who Michele Norris asked for his sage advice about this august gathering?

Tom Friedman.

That's right. The promoter of blowjob foreign policy ("Suck. On. This."). The namesake of the Friedman Unit. Bloviator supreme. Or bloviator-in-chief. Either one works. Terrible writer and blinkered thinker. You know the guy. Anyway, Norris tosses the question of the economic crisis to Friedman who responds, "There's almost an urgency of people trying to find 'The Answer' right now, and I'm not sure the answer is here or anywhere, but people are sure looking for it." You know what I wanted to scream at him?

"Why don't you ask your freakin' cab driver what to do, Tom! He always seems to have all the answers!"

The thing that's most infuriating about Friedman's flatulent pronouncements is my belief that the only reason this matters to him is because the real-estate fortune which his wife is heir to has seen its value swirl down the bowl faster than my morning oatmeal. This is the same toadstool who thought globalization arose like a mist from the ground, rather than as the result of a conscious set of policies designed to let capital race around the world before labor could get its boots on.

Does anyone need any further evidence beyond their reliance on Friedman and Cokie Roberts that NPR is about as "progressive" or "liberal" as Cotton Mather?

Sunday, January 18, 2009

quick hits

1. What is happening with the Eagles/Cardinals? Why are the Eagles so off-balance? Is Larry Fitzgerald some sort of alien life form? I think the praise for Kurt Warner might be tempered by the fact that he's throwing to Optimus Prime.

2. John Cole is pissed about the over-the-top coverage of Obama's trip to DC. I understand it, but I think John makes a mistake--yes, a lot of people are ecstatic about Obama, which lends a "Princess Di" feel to the whole thing, but a large part of the euphoria is just relief and jubilation that King Pretzel is leaving town. If Obama didn't show up until Thursday, I think a lot of the same feeling would prevail.

3. Some cockwad named Matt Towery just gave the smuggest, oiliest speech of the young year on C-Span 2. Apparently he's written a book called Paranoid Nation. Can you guess his positions? Try this--the "left" is paranoid and, oh yeah, Obama will not prove he's anything more than a pretty face until he crushes the UAW. Hey, douchenozzle, why are the working-class the problem with this country? Not everyone can stand up with a dyed-blond Caesar haircut and just let the right-wing welfare roll in.

Thursday, January 08, 2009


I think that what pisses me off most about l'affaire Roland Burris is something Harry Reed said on Meet the Press: "We decide who sits in the Senate."

Fuck you, Harry Reid. The people decide, and that's why this is really a travesty. The appointment process might have made sense when it was difficult, nigh impossible, to get the people together on short notice, but these days are not those days. A special election ain't that hard in 2009.

So stuff your royal tendencies up your wrinkled ass, Harry. You're not the king or the king-maker.

Saturday, January 03, 2009

left behind?

If you want to read a great deconstruction of the holiest document of all (at least to some fundamentalists), you should go here. Be warned; it's long and working through it will take some time. As a bonus, you'll laugh a lot.

Friday, January 02, 2009

let me direct you the blog of a fantastic singer whom I discovered via CD Baby. Check out Queen Esther, and buy her album. You'll feel happy and warm.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Hello, 2009!

2008 sucked. My brother was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, my mom fell and broke her hip(necessitating replacement), my dad had two stints put in his chest, and my daughter came down with mono.

Still, Barack Obama is now PEotUS, which gives us at least a small glimmer of a chance, and I've learned to bake three new kinds of bread. My brother is committed to his meds, little Stick is improving, and my mom and dad have rehabbed nicely. I suppose that balance prevails.

I hope that 2009 is better for you than 2008.