Showing posts with label Fucking Democratic Senatorial Chickens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fucking Democratic Senatorial Chickens. Show all posts

Monday, October 18, 2010

Fine. Politics, Then.

I'm not giving to fondling my blog's navel like some of my beloveds, but I have given some thought, after my late summer outburst of rage on local politics, to what national stories might make me passionate enough to write. We have not one, but two winners.

Let's start easy: Joe Miller (Batshit Crazy-AK), Teatard candidate for Senate in the utterly insignificant1 great state of Alaska, had some utterly insignificant2 blogger/journalist handcuffed and illegally detained (one link of gajillions) by private security goons after the guy tried to ask Miller questions at a public forum. Seriously, Alaska? You might really elect this? What the fuck ever.

What's worse, people actually want to argue about this fucking nonsense. It was a public event. The guy was surrounded by security goons after he tried to ask questions. He shoved one of them. There's no assault here (Anchorage PD didn't arrest anyone, but referred the case to the local prosecutionary)--at worst, there is an assault with a far more serious countercharge of kidnapping against the goons. Let's stipulate to the worst, even. You think, in that worst case, only one's guilty? You're a partisan hack, shut the fuck up a whole lot.

Miller, a candidate for national office, refuses to answer questions about his background (which includes behavior antithetical to his professed beliefs). Blogger Dude pursued him. Shit ensued. Miller is a hypocrite running for public office. Case closed.

In other news of Teatards versus Reality (it's an ancient literary conflict device, they taught it to you in 11th grade, look it up, fool), Rand Paul (Seriously Certifiably Insane-KY) doesn't like that his opponent, Jack Conway (Smug Fratboy-KY) called him out on some alleged hypocrisy (other links ad infinitum), though he wasn't smart enough to deny the alleged hypocrisy that started it all. Paul is a racist creep, and a remarkably stupid one to boot. Conway is the elected nominally Democratic Attorney General of a state that couldn't be more in love with the Bible. Without party labels, I'd probably think he was a jackass. Because he's the only thing standing between me and having Rand Paul as my neighbor, I think he's the precious baby Jesus.

Oddly, enough, neither of them is the biggest loser moron in this whole affair. No, those were waved in by Senator Claire McCaskill (Prissy Pseudoprincipled Losercrat-MO), who called the ad "very dangerous" for reasons that escape me, as they might anyone with a sense of perspective, but then had the decency to say nice things about Conway. Senator McCaskill was the tip of an iceberg well-characterized by Jon Chait, who deliberately ignored every bit of context about the ad and Conway's tactic to try to appear to be reasonable, twisting Conway's attack on Paul's hypocrisy into a perception of religious bigotry in some tortured unintentional parody of trollish concern about means and ends. Except he wasn't smart enough to finish the equation. In a state like Kentucky, if you want to get elected statewide, you need to be a fucking Christian. That's not an appealing reality to those of us who aren't. But it is reality. Shorter Chait: An asshat racist Christian like Rand Paul is better than a mean Christian like Jack Conway, now watch me twist and flail to avoid looking like I just wrote that.

Fail. Politics are dirty, and Teatards have made them dirtier. It's time to pull out whatever can be pulled out (and shut up, multiparty Obamapostates, shut the fuck up a whole lot, stand on your dumbass "it's better to not vote for 0.00000006% better because they need to learn a lesson" horseshit and watch fuckwits like Rand Paul show you how hypocritical they really are). Jack Conway's a bit of a dick running as a Dem in a state where dicks get elected. He called Rand Paul on some hypocrisy. Case closed.

Is it? Of course not. I've reflected on this notion of hypocrisy quite a bit. We're all guilty of it, the kind of complicity that makes the aforemocked beloved throw up in his mouth a little when he looks in the mirror or stares at the fuzzy space in his blog's midsection. There's a valid question here: How bad is hypocrisy, compared to, say, beliefs underpinned by a black hole of moral values?

As it happens, I've got my answer (to a question that I admittedly framed to my advantage). It's not original; I stole it from one of my very favorite novels ever, Neal Stephenson's3 The Diamond Age:

"You know, when I was a young man, hypocrisy was deemed the worst of vices," Finkle-McGraw said. "It was all because of moral relativism. You see, in that sort of a climate, you are not allowed to criticise others--after all, if there is no absolute right and wrong, then what grounds is there for criticism?"
...
"Now, this led to a good deal of general frustration, for people are naturally censorious and love nothing better than to criticise others' shortcomings. And so it was that they seized on hypocrisy and elevated it from a ubiquitous peccadillo into the monarch of all vices...Virtually all political discourse in the days of my youth was devoted to the ferreting out of hypocrisy."
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"We take a somewhat different view of hypocrisy," Finkle-McGraw continued. "In the late-twentieth-century Weltanschauung, a hypocrite was someone who espoused high moral views as part of a planned campaign of deception--he never held these beliefs sincerely and routinely violated them in privacy. Of course, most hypocrites are not like that. Most of the time it's a spirit-is-willing, flesh-is-weak sort of thing."
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"It's perfectly obvious, really. No one ever said that it was easy to hew to a strict code of conduct. Really, the difficulties involved--the missteps we make along the way--are what make it interesting. The internal, and eternal, struggle, between our base impulses and the rigorous demands of our own moral system is quintessentially human..."
Oops. I lied. I don't have an answer at all, I just really like that passage as an examination of the issues threading through the stories I've linked tonight. It doesn't work as my answer, because I'm almost certainly a moral relativist (and I say that as an observation of objective reality, not as the insult that some moral absolutists would pose). It works as my answer because I don't believe that Joe Miller or Rand Paul are bound to some strict code of moral conduct (or even, for that matter, to the Constitution, except as a thing of convenience--the very sort of hypocrisy that Lord Finkle-McGraw dismisses as uncommon in the prophesied New Atlantean society). They think their beliefs are underpinned by morals, but they're the same morals Thomas Jefferson had when he wrote the Declaration of Independence while banging Sally Hemmings like a screen door in a hurricane, and the same me-first horseshit that they espouse while accepting government benefits and decrying governmental solutions for brown people and rights for anyone not Uhmuhrukin. Their hypocrisy is repugnant, but their values are worse.

It sure lays it all out, though. Are Joe Miller and Rand Paul hypocritical pieces of shit? Yeppers. Is that the worst of their crimes? Fuck no, and both their values and their hypocrisy render them unfit to hold office. But hypocrisy is the crime that resonates, with two weeks left in an election cycle. Bang the gong, Blogger Dood and Precious Baby Jesus.


1 Fuck. It's the Senate.
2 Fuck. Every sperm is sacred.
3 And favorite book ever or not, Neal, fuck you to death with a splintered broomstick for The Baroque Cycle, one thousand pages of shriekingly bad navel-chewing wrapped around about forty nonconsecutive pages of interesting prose. Forgiven, of course, given what preceded it. But really, dood. Fuck you.

(Passages quoted from Neal Stephenson's The Diamond Age utterly without permission, without commercial intent, and only for critical purposes. I'll hope that's pure enough of heart to be legal.)

(Edited ten minutes after initial post to correct typos, complete a thought, and make the ending a tad more coherent, which is not to suggest that any of this post should be taken as coherent.)

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Black Man Forsakes Penis, Throws Elder Statesman Under Bus

President Obama thinks Jimmy Carter is wrong.

President Obama isn't that fucking stupid.

He is, however, that big of a fucking milquetoast pussy, and it's really a shame that, in telling such a giant whopping lie, he's so blithely giving back the moral high ground to assholes like Joe Wilson and Mike "No One Threw Oreos At You, But I Will The Next Time I See You" Steele.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Disaster Narrowly Averted

I hadn't commented on this yet because of the possibility that he would actually be confirmed--in which case I never would've commented, for reasons obvious to those of you who know who I am, and suspectable to those who don't know exactly--but Ba'al is great for preventing the ascension of Tom Daschle to Sec'y of HHS. The chance that Daschle would've brought about meaningful change in health care was nil.*

I think it went down like this: The Obama people are generally nice, and don't want to piss anyone off without a reason, despite their penchant for picking jaded Clintonista hacks for key posts*** and their affinity for picking asshat right-wingers for political leverage that isn't going to develop. They assume, in good faith****, that people like Daschle have the good sense to understand when they've become liabilities.

Sadly, no.

So when it became apparent to the Obama folk that the Senate was about to confirm its old butt buddy and leave our President holding his very first gratuitous and unnecessary flaming bag of dog shit, they stepped in and gently adjusted the dirty whore's attitude just a tad.

This and this***** (the word you're looking for is "pussy"******) do nothing to dampen my ardor for this theory.

Buh-bye, Senator Daschle, you painted fucking tart.

Oh, and let's just go ahead and launch a preemptive strike against the inevitable observation on my civility and objectivity from the most staunch of defenders of the clean-living, hard-working-and-honestly-dirty-handed Midwestern civility and middlingness ethic, which observation I can clearly see getting ready to pop up over the closest ridgeline to spray me with conveniently contrarian centrist attention-whore seed from its unswervingly fair-minded Firehose of Moderation: Fuck you, Purple.

* A waggle of the Satanic weenie to Whispers for a headsup on the first Greenwald post, and my gratitude to him as well for calmly and seriously considering the matter after I bludgeoned him to death with my righteous outrage about it on Saturday, peeing most ungraciously over his initial observations on a well-considered, if suboptimally timed**, comparison between media treatment of Daschle and Geithner and media treatment of Presidents who lie and start wars of aggression and suspend habeas corpus and authorize torture.

**You did say, "Run with it," dood.

***To wit.

****I concede the flaw in my theory, but while it's hard to believe that Rahm the Destroyer is capable of assuming good faith, I think he's got orders.

*****A friendly flap of the Satanic flippers to Sasha, who provided the video and Ezra links.

******"The word you're looking for is 'pussy'" meme is more likely than not the intellectual property of this guy.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Exploiting Your Fear, Mofo

I've tried very hard. Very, very hard. It's not easy to hit people you love with big pieces of lumber. But there's only one way I'm going to get through here. Let's rock:

Once upon a time there was a very scary preznitential candidate.
Life was, in many ways, perfectly happy and cool, but as so often happens, a wolf lurked in the fold.

Bad things happened. Fear was caused.

People got kinda wack, did some stuff they wouldn't usually do. Some really weak shit, actually.

In short, they panicked. They were total pussies, frankly.

They forgot about the real enemy because they were so focused on their own fear of one shrill, dumbass preznitential candidate. They even went so far as to dream she had them by the short and curlies. And, after a fashion and solely because of their pussyassed fears (ostensibly of the shrill dumbass, but really of fear itself), she almost did.

Then they ignored her and their pussyass fears and everything was fucking A cool like Fonzie, mofos.

Let's tell the story a slightly different way. There's a spooky myth that if you say a dead person's name in the bathroom mirror three times,

he'll appear behind you:

Stop saying her name and she'll go away. Just fucking be cool like Fonzie, would you, mofo?

Monday, February 11, 2008

And So, Minions Endorses

-Alies Muskin for Montgomery County Board of Education at large, because most of the other candidates want to make sure that your children get out of high school without knowing what homosexuality is, assuming they're not altar boys; and

-Kathleen Sengstock (Richardson) for one of the four MoCo Democratic Delegate slots reserved for women.

Minions respectfully suggests that you never vote for Tommy Le or Deb Vollmer for any office in any jurisdiction (Minions voted for Vollmer twice, twice upon a time, before he realized that she was an unreconstructed Greentard). Minions notes somewhat less respectfully that Lih Young once (metaphorically) pissed in John the Daftist's tea, and appeared to enjoy it.

Minions scoffs at those who straightfacedly suggest a single fecal bacteria's worth of substantive difference between Senator Clinton and Senator Obama.* Then it laughs at them. Then it points and laughs at them, especially if they argue the case with any vigor whatsoever. Minions will, of course, vote in November for the Democratic nominee, whichever lying traitor to the liberal tradition it turns out to be.

Other than that, Minions releases you to your conscience, assuming you claim one. Minions, of course, makes no such claim.

*Minions just barely respects friend Sasha's decision to vote for Obama because The Big Dog showed her his genital warts, or some such piffle. At least she's not claiming anything of any substance, at least not out where you people can hear her. Minions suspects friend bDr just plain has a damaged circuit or two, but love is a many-splendored and, in Minions' case, pretty much unconditional thing.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

No, Really, Just Stop It

What? She won? She won? But...but...the forces of scaring asshats about race riots won in Iowa! She can't win! She's...she's awful, and fakey, and she cried, dammit, she cried! She's weak and vulnerable and she was faking it and her husband got blowjobs and she's a lesbian who makes men suck her cock and that dark Arab fellow and that hair guy are just so nice! And she'll appoint Communist right-wingers to the Court!

Recount. I want a recount. That bitch.

Seriously, people, what the fuck is your problem? Can we please understand now that leaping to conclusions on the basis of single events is a purely Republican concept? Can we understand now that process has a purpose? Can we look at the fucking scoreboard?

Let's see...delegate counts for New Hampshire...hello, what's this? Obama 12, Clinton 11? But...but...she won! That's got to be important!

Hmm, anything of interest going on in the world? Gunboats, travelling cattlehats, bombing arrests in Spain--hey, look, "terror" means "crime," not "war"--Kenya in flames, ...aw, shit, you fuckwits have even got BBC talking about somebody "winning" in New Hampshire.

Jesus, the wankery makes me tired. Fine. Go give Nevada its turn to be special. Don't expect me to be any less cranky about this until...oh, fuck, just don't expect me to be any less cranky about this until I figure out which of these three shitbirds I have to vote for in the fall. I am comforted only in that regardless, it won't make me retch as violently as I had to three (yes, three! Can we please stop making this a pointless four-year-long slowfuck with a weak orgasm?) years ago.

Special Pre-emptive Reminder: I wouldn't vote for Hilary Clinton in a primary if I knew, scientifically and for certain, that it would prevent my dick from falling off. Thank you.

Friday, January 04, 2008

Let's Set A Few Things Straight

We are told that Obama's victory in last night's Iowa carcasses was "decisive" (a word I heard on a major radio network newscast this morning), and that (according to CNN's interpretation of the increasingly annoying and reality-dissociated John Edwards' coy remarks) Hilary's third-place finish in those same carcasses means that there are only two candidates in the Democratic race, and that people (primarily the media) are a pack of braying idiots in desperate need of lives.

Let us examine the relevant facts. At present, winning the Democratic nomination requires 2,025 votes (of 4,049 delegates to the Democratic National Convention, known in some circles as the Satanists' Ball, and the caveats on that including delegates and superdelegates and hookers and cigar vendors are too numerous to recap here or anywhere). How many of those were at stake last night? According to CNN, which will be the information source of record for this post? A whopping 45 of them. That's about 1.1 percent. Wow.

How many delegates did Senator Obama win in his decisive victory last night? Uhm...16. Senator Edwards won 15. Senator Clinton won 14. Holy shit, she must be crushed. For those of you doing the math, that's about .8 percent of the delegates required for nomination, .75 percent, and .7 percent, respectively. Jesus Christ, stone her to fucking death and bury the body under a mound of feces.

At this writing, some 327 delegates, including those won in Iowa last night, are pledged or thought to be pledged or some such, according to CNN (as of this writing, and the linked page is dynamic, so you're gonna have to take my word for it if you're reading after today). That's about 8.1 percent of the delegates. Who, you might reasonably ask, is in the lead in the accounting for that monstrously significant chunk of delegateage?

Senator Clinton, of course. She has 169 pledged (for want of a realistic word) delegates, or 52 percent. Senator Obama has 66, or 20 percent, and Senator Edwards has 47, or 14 percent. Yes, Senator Obama has cut Senator Clinton's lead by 2 votes.

All of which is my prolix way of saying this:

Shut the fucking fuck up.

All three Senators and former Senators, and all of their fellows so unfortunate as to not meet the Iowa Democrats' 15-percent threshhold for receiving delegates, are asshats. Each and every one of them has lied to you, me, and all of us, and has done so today, and in all likelihood are doing so right now, as I write this and you read it. Each of them, like every single person who seriously runs for the Presidency, is a psychotic shitheel. The only thing separating the eight Democrats who have pledged delegates from the multiplicity of discrete puddlings of diseased afterbirth pursuing the Republican nomination is that they're slightly less reprehensible in a political sense. And so I give you some facts relating to the 2008 Presidential election:

Your next President will be an asshole, personally and politically, although the degree of political stench will vary from "Run Far, Far Away" to "Hang Curtains Impregnated With Lime Chloride" to "Might Not Fuck Up the Supreme Court Too Terribly Badly."

On January 21, 2009, there will still be American troops dying in Iraq. The Supreme Court will still lean violently to the right. Americans' constitutional rights and civil liberties will still be gravely imperiled, to no end. More humans around the world will die preventable early deaths each and every single day than died on September 11, 2001, and in fact more than have cumulatively from causes attributable to terrorism, ever. I might be one of them. You might be one of them. The chance that one or more of them will be known to or loved by you or me or both of us is overfuckingwhelming. Two distinguishable income disparities--that between the rich and poor in our country, and that between those who fucking eat and those who don't around the world--will not have noticeably improved. Religious repression and intolerance will still rule an unconscionable proportion of peoples' thoughts and dreams. Your government and mine will still suffer from grave structural problems that render it, at times, completely dysfunctional, because that's the fucking way it goes when you try to govern 300 million assholes. All of these problems and more will continue to exist regardless of who is elected President. Are these problems unsolveable? Of course not. But the identity of our next President is not integral to the solution (Republicans excluded, but that's another rant).

So please. Just do me the great and good favor of drinking a nice hot cup of Shut The Fuck Up.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Things to Tell You

I am insanely busy right now, hence the radio silence.

The Supreme Court is five-ninths of a pack of flaming assholes. Anthony Kennedy is the worst of the lot. While Roberts, Alito, Scalia, and Thomas can't help themselves in the face of their deeply ingrained hypocrisy, Kennedy knows better. Oh yes he does.

The Democrats in the Senate who allowed Sam Alito to be confirmed should be impeached, disbarred, shunned, and discommodated. And it was obvious at the time of his confirmation that this was the case. For shame. Today's decision on voluntary school desegregation is an affirmation that a small band of racist scum are trying to impose their disease on the rest of us. I'd like to say that the Court is the best evidence of why the President has done incalculable damage to this country. But there's too much evidence for me to make that statement.

Who says summer's not for futbol? USMNT wins the Gold Cup, and USMNT Lite is going to get treated like cows in a slaughterhouse later this eve against the evil Argentines. Meanwhile, DC United needs to take tonight and recover from its failure, last Saturday, to remember what it's supposed to do on the pitch.

New link to your right: Who Ate All the Pies? is a lovely blog on the world futbol scene. Take a look. Or not. More links--futbol and politics--will come when I have time, because I really need to update my navigation tool.

I'll be back.