Now They Tell Me…
From USA Today’s list of the 101 most influential people who never actually lived…
20. Prince Charming
Great. Just great…
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Archive for October, 2006October 17th, 2006 Now They Tell Me… From USA Today’s list of the 101 most influential people who never actually lived…
Great. Just great… Hypocrites Frank Rich in the New York Times the other day, gave the Mark Foley scandal some much needed, if incomplete perspective. I’d link to it but they have it behind their subscriber only firewall…
Just so. When the Log Cabin republicans start yapping that the republican party isn’t as homophobic as the democrats paint it, they’re right as far as it goes. In much of the party machine, the gay bashing is purely opportunistic. But that doesn’t make it better. It makes it worse. They know gay people…they work with gay people every day. They know what contributions we make to our country, to our communities, to our neighbors. They know from first hand day to day experience the humanity of the people they are throwing to the wolves every election cycle for votes. Yet they do it anyway.
And now the story in the news media is about how the republicans have been playing the religious right for votes all along. Well imagine that…
But the hypocrisy doesn’t stop there, or rather, it doesn’t Begin there. On a Sixty Minutes interview the other day, Kuo delicately as possible for someone in his position, cast a glance at it…
Via Pam’s House Blend, you can get an even better look. Condi Rice recently swore in openly gay Mark Dybul as Global AIDS Coordinator. What was all the more remarkable, coming from an administration that has cynically perfected the art of gay bashing for votes, the ceremony was conducted with Mark’s partner Jason right there next to him, and Jason’s mother in the audience, who Rice referred to in her remarks as Mark’s mother-in-law. Pam gives us a link to the fit Donald Wildmon’s Agape Press had over it. Hypocrisy anyone?
Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven…
Blessed are they that morn: for they shall be comforted…
Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth…
Bless them that curse you…
Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself…
And by chance there came a certain priest that same way, and when he saw him, he passed by. And likewise a Levite…Then a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came nigh unto him, and when he saw him, had compassion on him… The hypocrisy of the republican party angers me greatly. But it doesn’t disgust me half as much as the braying herd in America’s suburban tract cathedrals, who would gladly have nailed the one who preached love and peace and concern for the poor and powerless hard to the cross themselves, if they had to spit the nails out of their mouths to do it.
October 16th, 2006 If God Had Wanted Clean Bathrooms He Wouldn’t Have Created Men Well I’m glad to see the United States isn’t the only non-Muslim country with a jittery religious kook bin. They’ve got it bad in Norway too, of all places. First it was the zoo. No…not the kook zoo…the one in Oslo…
Next thing you know they’ll be picketing the natural history museums that dare to tell their visitors that the earth isn’t really flat…right? Wrong…
Happy Monday. There isn’t a crazier thing you’ll see all week then a bunch of Norwegians thumping the bible for the god given right to pee standing up. And you thought they were bad here in America. October 13th, 2006 Loving The Sinner…(continued) Via Steve Gilliard… If the Russian mob joined in the fight against gay rights, Randy Thomasson would applaud them as "shining models for the rest of us in terms of faith, family, work ethic, patriotism and community" too…
It’s worth noting, and the L.A. Times article does note, that not all Russian communities in this country are as crazy bigoted as the one in Sacramento. But this one community is different. How?
And I’ll just bet, relentlessly antisemite too. Russia has had a problem with that for untold generations…the Protocols of the Elders of Zion originated in Russia…and my understanding is that it is among precicely these fervent religious types in Russia, the kind that like their Christianity loud and gilded and glittering and all controlling, that the hatred of jews is the most vehement. Well…hating jews doesn’t gain you a lot of traction here in the United States, no matter how proudly you wear Christ around your neck…just ask Mel Gibson. But you can still hate homosexuals and demand respect for your sincere religiosity…
Behold a shining model…
What Thomasson means is that they are more aggressive and willing to physically attack gay people then even Fred Phelps’ group. Thomasson is a well known opponent of gay rights in California. What he sees and values in the ethnic Russian community around Sacramento isn’t faith, it’s their willingness to bring fear into the lives of gay people. Because of his new allies in the war on homosexuals, Sacramento Pride Days now require heightened security. This is what brings Randy hope. Or at least, satisfaction. Simple Pleasures That Should Never Ever Go Together I like Coca Cola and I like deep fried food. I don’t do very much of either anymore because at my age I have to watch my weight a tad more carefully then I did when I was a wirey little twenty-something. But I have a nice Waring deep fryer here at Casa del Garrett and it gets used at least once a month, either for a fish fry or Maryland crab cakes, and maybe a tad more then once a month for a random side of french fries. All of which are positively decadent when you use peanut oil in the fryer. Trust me. A deep fryer can be addictive. Perhaps…a tad too much…
Solution to what…that heart attack you’ve always wanted? Why not just top it with a slice of bacon too while you’re at it? Which brings me to another puzzlement. County fairs and seashore boardwalks both have one thing in common besides Ferris wheels, bumper cars, and other assorted cheap thrills and that’s the quality of the junk food. Funnel Cakes. Cotton Candy. Fries. Pizza. Fudge. Ice cream cones dipped in hot chocolate. Salt Water Taffy. Think about it. On the one hand you have the beach, and all the people frolicking in the surf and sand in their bathing suits mostly, and up there on the boardwalk we’re eating stuff that will eventually make us so overweight we’ll never want to put on our bathing suits ever again. October 9th, 2006 Reading Debris On A Sidewalk So I’m walking to work, as I usually do when the weather is nice like this. During spring and fall here in the Mid-Atlantic states it’s usually neither too hot nor too cold, but just right for a good brisk walk in the morning and evening. My path takes me through mostly residential neighborhoods, first my own, then after a small patch of strip shopping centers, Roland Park. I turn a corner on University Parkway, and I’m on San Martin Drive, where the Space Telescope Science Institute is located. San Martin Drive winds crookedly along the parameter of Wyman Park, which is just behind Johns Hopkins University. The road itself is park like, with a mostly forested scenery all around it. I walk down a tree shaded winding road, until I get to the Muller Building, where the Institute is located. There is one final sharp bend in the road. As I walk I suddenly find myself stepping over broken glass. At some point in over the weekend, there was a bad accident there. I walk through the debris field, looking around. The point of impact is on my side of the road, near the curb. There are tire marks gouging the grass. It looks like the person coming the other way tried to go up onto the grass to avoid an oncoming car that had taken the curve way too fast and drifted over into their lane. But tire marks gouging the grass from the other direction tell me that the avoidance maneuver was to no avail. The oncoming car went up over the sidewalk too. It would have been close to a direct head-on collision. Glass is scattered all around the debris field. There are bits and pieces of car here and there. Parts of a headlight. Parts of a bumper. A bit of sideview mirror. I look down and see a car’s horn sitting uselessly in the grass. Ironic. Next to it I see a little plastic part of a child’s toy. A little red fireman’s helmet. It’s easy to visualize the act of driving as an exclusively adult situation. Children don’t get driver’s licenses. You look around in traffic and you see only adults behind the wheel. Oh, the occasional teen maybe. But that’s a kid making the transition to adult. And so you’re out there on the road and you’re seeing it as being you and all the other adults there on the road with you and it isn’t. There are kids out there on the road with you. Passengers in other people’s cars you mostly either can’t see or don’t notice because they’re not behind the wheel. But they’re there. You teach them not to play in the street. The sight of a group of children playing games in the middle of a freeway would horrify an adult. But the highways are full of children at any given time. In the cars. Blithely trusting the adults to take care of them as children will do. Visualize yourself driving down a highway with children scattered around everywhere on it. And they aren’t paying attention to what you’re doing. October 7th, 2006 My Friends And Their Funny Little Ways… To whomever sent me that box of…er…protection…your optimism regarding my sex life is greatly appreciated. October 6th, 2006 Whirled Two panels from "Dope Rider and the Crescent Queen"
©1976 by Paul Kirchner
So for years now…34 years to be exact…I’ve been throwing these little messages in a bottle out into the world, where, hopefully, they would eventually find there way to a certain someone. So what happened between us back when we were both teenagers is pretty central to who I am today. So I finally got a reply. After 34 years of searching for him I finally found him. So we talked. For just over an hour we talked. You have to expect that 34 years is a lot of time for things to happen. And things did happen. Many things he told me about. And many things I can only guess at from what he would only allude to. He sounds just like he always did. It was like picking up the phone and talking to him back in 1972. It was eerie. It was wonderful. It was thrilling. It was disturbing. He’s the same guy he was back then. And he’s different. And things have happened in 34 years. Many things.
And I feel like…a gently whirling dust devil just suddenly smacked into me and threw parts of me that no one has ever touched or disturbed in 34 years reeling into the air, scattered across the sky, and now I’m just standing here becalmed, watching it all lazily settle back down, and I know it will still be me when it does, but different, and I don’t know what will happen next because those parts of me ran so old and so deep and so still… "How do I get to Tucumcari?"
October 5th, 2006 Not In Purgatory Anymore… Just so my friends know… I got a response to one of my messages in a bottle this afternoon. Finally. After so long… You walk in an empty landscape under an endless sky. The earth under your feet is flat, hard, solid rock. Ahead of you is cliff, overlooking a great valley. There are mountains on the horizon. So far away. And…what looks like, perhaps, a city in the distance. Just at your feet is a pool of water, in a small hollow in the rock. Its surface is unnaturally calm. Look down into it. You see your reflection. It is deceptively clear. You see yourself, here, now. As you are. Right this moment. You see every detail of your face, sharp and crystal clear, looking back at you. But unlike most people who come this way, to look into this pool, you know that this is not all there is to you. There is more. The rest of you is there, in the darkness below the surface. You know this. Reach a hand into the water. Did you slack through most of your life? Did you walk it with your eyes closed? Your mind blissfully content with the moment? Never questioning. Never doubting. Never wondering? Then the pool is quite shallow. Your hand reaches the bottom soon, and encounters only the same hard smooth rock you have just walked across. But if you kept your eyes open, and your mind active, and your heart engaged, then it is quite deep. Your hand does not touch bottom no matter how far into it you reach. The water is cold. It is dark. It is deathly still. Reach down as far as you can. Then stir the water. Just a little. Careful. The reflection of you, here, now, ripples away. Watch. Something else, something from deep down in the pool, shimmers up to take its place. Be ready for what you see. The Open Sewer That Wants To Remake America In Its Image…(Continued) It comes to this: The republican machine is going after the teenagers Mark Foley was sexually exploiting. That’s right. Not the leadership that did nothing. Not the people who tried to cover it all up. They’re going on the offensive against the kids, as though all of this is their fault. Well I guess we can put a fork in the republican party now…because it’s done. For decades they waged a long bitter battle to gain total control of the federal government. They told us the liberals were wicked, immoral, godless, anti-American, anti-family. They said democrats were corrupt tax and spend big government pigs, lining their pockets with money taken from hard working people. They waged a scorched earth campaign for power. And then they got it. And look at them now. What most of us with a functional conscience and a sense of basic human decency see as the sexual exploitation of teenage congressional pages, the republicans now see only in terms of political warfare. Their pathological hatred of anyone outside of the tribe has so completely gutted them of any sense of decency and humanity, of anything at all beyond the reflexive need to attack liberals and democrats, that they are utterly incapable of seeing the sexual exploitation of teenagers for what it is. They cannot see, cannot even grasp, Mark Foley’s actions apart from the political war. And in the blogosphere, all those fine honorable men who once upon a time fancied themselves liberals, but then supposedly 9-11 changed everything, and who keep on yap, yap, yapping that they didn’t leave the democratic party, it left them…all those fine honorable men with all their ostentatious regard for America and virtue and civilized behavior. What do they do when confronted with a man in their own party who regarded the congressional page pool as his own little sexual buffet? What do they do when confronted with evidence that their party leadership covered up that man’s behavior so as not to rouse the ire of the voters? Well of course…they start attacking the teenagers Foley was hitting on…
You may recall this is generally how the right wing smear machine works. First the smear appears in some obscure nutcase’s blog. Then someone like Drudge picks up on it. Then Instapundit links to it. Then it starts appearing in a few right wing tabloids and magazines. Then the more respectable conservative press gets into it. Then it goes mainstream. Instapundit has been facilitating smear campaigns now for years, and it’s given him a high place in the right wing honor roll. Recently the hack novelist Roger L. (I didn’t leave the democratic party, it left me) Simon formed Pajamas Media to share in some of that glory. It now comes to this: Glenn Reynolds and Roger L. Simon are facilitating child sexual predators, if that’s what it takes to keep the republican party in power. They both know perfectly well that outing this one teenager, will make other teens who have been victimized by congressmen, or anyone else holding a position of authority on Capital Hill think twice before coming forward. It increases the pressure on the entire family to keep the kid’s mouth shut. It Is Supposed To.
Brad DeLong likes to say that the Bush administration is worse then you think, even accounting for the fact that it is worse then you think. But that’s true of all of them…every…single…one of them…in the Bush base. That 35 percent who will support the republican party no matter what. Because there is nothing worse then the prospect of a democratic congress…not even the sexual exploitation of minors. Not even covering up the sexual exploitation of minors. Garrison Keiller was right…they are republicans first, and Americans second. Every time you think you’ve found the bottom of that cesspool you soon realize that…no…there is no bottom. October 4th, 2006 King George’s America Via Joshua Marshall… Ah…remember the day when Americans could simply speak their mind to government officals without fear of arrest…?
This being the same vice president (and president) who insist that the president of the United States simply must have the power to arrest, imprison and torture even American citizens, without due process, without any recourse to the courts, on their say-so that they’re suspected of involvement in terrorist activities. The man is lucky he’s not in Gitmo now, and that anyone even knows what happened. Counting Your Chickens Before They Come Home To Roost Via Atrios… Mission Accomplished Part Deux…
Actually…I am kinda surprised the money was not spent and the celebrations not held. The republicans (and Joe Lieberman…but then, I repeat myself…) seem to think that things are going swimmingly over there and no amount of bloodshed can seem to convince them otherwise. October 3rd, 2006 Vile. Absolutely Vile. Via Firedoglake… Behold the open sewer that is the republican party today…
Swell. Just swell. They have a uTube up of the press conference at Firedoglake, and the still clearly shows Reynolds surrounded by a room full of very small children and a few other adults. So. We have one congressional republican using kids for Internet sex, and another one using them as literally human shields to deflect hard questions from the press. I don’t think America can take much more of all this Family Values stuff. Years from now…when hopefully this episode in American history is just a bad dream…take this one thing away from it if you take away nothing else: It isn’t the quest for virtue and morality and values that turns people into this. It’s the belief that you embody those things. It isn’t power that corrupts absolutely…it’s arrogance. Pathetic…Just…Pathetic Via AmericaBlog… Mark Foley, Congressman…
Uhm…Mark… You’re a Lawmaker… Okay…at least one of these teens wasn’t nearly as embarrassed by this as the other one was. But there is still no excuse. What a kid may want to do with an adult is one thing. But part of being an adult is you know what your responsibility to kids is. And Foley was a lawmaker. That’s (if you’ve read your Constitution lately) what congress does. So…to recap…Foley walks away from a vote in progress, to have IM sex with a teenager, and then in another message suggests they all get together at his house for a little underage drinking where they might not get busted for it. Sweet. If either one of those kids grows up to be a responsible adult they won’t have Mark Foley to thank for setting an example. And…not anyone in the republican leadership either. So remind me again, what is the value to young Americans to serve as congressional pages? I can see the value to the republican congress easy enough. Free labor…a handy pool of awe stricken kids who are easily manipulated into having sex… This Is The Thanks We Get For Being Too Nice To You Homos And the unsurprises just keep on coming… Another cog in the republican Mighty Wurlitzer, The Wall Street Journal, says the blame for the Foley scandal rests squarely with all this PC tolerance of homosexuality crap republicans are having to put up with these days…
So is the Wall Street Journal calling for a ban on gay congressmen then, on those same grounds? That was a rhetorical question. Without a doubt they would if they thought they could get away with it. As if this was rocket science. All you have to do to grasp the magnitude of the failure on the part of the republican leadership is ask yourself if any warning flags should have been raised if a heterosexual congressman made comments about a female page’s body, and asked for pictures of her friend. I’ll bet most parents of teenage daughters would instantly pick up on the subtext of that kind of email. You don’t need to set different standards of behavior for gay adults. Just treat them the same as any heterosexual in a similar context. I know…I know…it’s Capital Hill. Maybe they just need to set a minimum age of 70 to be a congressional page, or at least to be a republican page. Joshua Marshall has this from a reader…
[Emphasis mine] All these fuckers had to do was look into the matter. That’s fucking all. Didn’t matter if it was a heterosexual congressman or a gay one. If it looked even vaguely inappropriate all they fucking had to do was look into it. Maybe it amounts to nothing and then they just quietly drop it. But all they fucking had to do was lift their little finger and look into it and they didn’t. It took ABC one day, just one fucking day, to get to the rest of the horrid story. To blame all this on PC coddling of homosexuals is grotesque. But then the Wall Street Journal’s editorial page is pretty much the same kind of creeps that are in the republican leadership. That Wall Street Journal editorial fairly drips with longing for the old days. Back in the 1950s a scandal like this would have resulted in gay purges and witch hunts from one end of the country to the other, and these right wing louts are probably crying in their beer right this moment that it isn’t happening now, that America has matured enough regarding homosexuality that it isn’t going to go into wholesale convulsions of anti-gay hate for what one pathetic closet case republican did. Now all the old guard can do is piss and moan about political correctness while the rest of the nation looks on appalled at this complete failure of oversight on the part of a party that’s made Family Values its pet issue, and wonders, rightly, just how safe their children are from heterosexual republicans. There’s not a single person in the republican leadership who signed on to the Adam Walsh Act who isn’t involved somehow in this coverup. |
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