Tuesday, April 03, 2007
What do you actually care about this week?
Question - what - in your opinion - is the single most important news story this week? Big, small, left, right, political, non-political...what do you actually find yourself thinking about when *not* reading news/blogs or watching one of the ads disguised as cable news channels?
Friday, March 23, 2007
Anti-Bush sentiment in advertising - so what?
The story: A NYC company called Manhattan Mini-Storage likes to use topical satire in their ads. At one point they were mocking Queer Eye For The Straight Guy and Brokeback Mountain...which means they are fine with skewering what one might call a typically leftist cause. Now they’re making fun of Bush & Cheney. Rusty at Jawa and Alcibiades at Kesher are both calling foul. Alcibiades called it weird and says a small minority will refuse to use their services, while Rusty categorized it as Jon Stewart-style anti-Bush message dressed up as a “zinger.”
I’m calling foul on both of them, unfortunately. I don’t think Rusty followed the link from Kesher Talk to Manhattan Chowder at all, where he would have learned that previous to this, the same company was making fun of gays in the same satirical, wink-wink all-in-good-fun style.
Call me crazy, but when the same person/company mocks Brokeback, Queer Eye, Bush and Cheney...it’s hard to claim they have Bush Derangement Syndrome. Seems to me they just like to be edgy and satirical with their ads.
The last thing we who call ourselves members of the right - to any degree - need is to become reactionary jerks like those of the leftist ilk. Let’s face it, this and worse have been said online about every Democrat that has ever made the news in the last ten years.
If you’re conservative/right wing/Republican, don’t type an answer to this question in the comments. Just look into your own mind and answer for yourself.
If this were a company that mocked Nancy Pelosi, Ted Kennedy or Bill Clinton, would you be offended?
If the answer is no, then this is much ado about nothing. if the answer is yes, how do you sit with that stick jammed so far up there? I kid, I kid! I love Dr. Rusty Shackleford, I just think he’s a wee bit off this time. Don’t get me wrong: I can totally see why a person would jump to this conclusion given today;s ridiculously partisan climate. It’s not as if BDS doesn’t exist, as if we aren’t slapped in the face with it at every turn. You can’t watch TV, read a magazine or go to a movie without being punched in the face with some frigging cause or another, and 90% of those come attached with a healthy dose of hatred and deranged complaining about Republicans, the President and/or Israel. I just don’t think this is one of those times.
Hey, I could be wrong, the owner of Manhattan Mini-Storage might be George freaking Soros for all I know. ;)
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Sullivanwatch part a billion
Twice in a day, Ace skewers the balloon of self-importance that is Andrew Sullivan
He could have just said, “Yes, I was searching for a way to support the Edwards family through this crisis, and, without giving the matter much thought, reflexively praised the family for making one decision, and then reflexively praised them for an opposite decision when I learned they’d changed their minds. It’s not really such a horrible thing to speak a good word about a family suffering a cancer scare, is it?”
But the guy has absolutely no sense of humor about himself, and is far too egotistical and narcissistic to even admit such a low level of fault.
The worst fault a blogger can have, and yet one so many possess.
And thus a bit of needling from Jonah Goldberg becomes, as always, a pretext to return to Andrew Sullivan’s favorite subject, Andrew Sullivan, and his favorite theme relating to that subject, Why Is Everyone So Blind And Dishonest As To Not Be Capable Of Recognizing That Everything Andrew Sullivan Writes Is Well-Nigh The Word of MIGHTY GOD HIMSELF.
Heh. See, this is a large part of why Andrew annoys the living hell out of me. Everything becomes personal with him. People who have never given him a passing thought are painted as personally assaulting him at every turn; which I suppose is just an extension of the main reason I cannot stand him anymore; his unchecked hysteria. That and the fact that he’s willing to suckle at the teat of anyone opposed to George W. Bush on any level, even if that person is someone at whom he would have turned up his nose in say, 2001.
And so we have Elizabeth Edwards diagnosed with serious cancer, and Sullivan is roused to say a nice word about her; but the real emotion comes when Jonah Goldberg dares to poke fun at him for a bit of hackery. Why didn’t you give my book more publicity!?!
One can almost smell the salt in the angry tears.
Not to be redundant, but...heh.
What’s that old joke? It’s sad when a school collapses in Ecuador, killing dozens; but it’s a TRAGEDY when my car won’t start.
And that other old joke about the fickleness of the weather: Don’t like Andrew Sullivan’s opinion? Stick around for five minutes, it’ll change.
OK, this is just getting silly, I’m not saying “heh” again. Read the whole post. For all the cheap shot Ace takes at Sully, he has Sullivan scoped out from top to bottom. I wish he’d make his arguments without all the gay jokes, though. They aren’t necessary, and it gives tacit approval to the bigots among the commenters over there license to run wild.
Posted by JimK at 08:04 PM on March 22, 2007
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Monday, March 19, 2007
Saint Sullivan of the Bleeding Heart strikes again
It’s utter nonsense like this that turned people away from Sullivan in the first place. What a piece of work this one is…
I’ve been conned again by the Bush administration.
Yeah, it’s just you, Andy. No one else is involved. Everything Bush does is for, against or because of you.
One reason I was skeptical of the surge was its very low troop levels.
And yet here you are, crying like a little whiny yipper dog when you are now getting exactly what you wanted in the first place. You are the very definition of ‘Damned if you do, Damned if you don’t.”
I couldn’t see how a mere 17,500 new troops would change the dynamic in any meaningful way. And it hasn’t.
1. That’s why you’re just a hysterical, loudmouthed pundit and not a frigging military planner, General Saint Andrew, sir.
2. Lie. Progress has already been made and the new troops aren’t even in place yet. But of course you know that…
Yes, we’ve seen some calm in Baghdad, as Shiite militias lie low, but we’ve also seen stepped up Sunni violence in Baghdad’s periphery. Now, in response to “whack-a-mole,” it appears that Petraeus wants another full brigade.
What a bullshit categorization of current events. But then getting you to admit you’re wrong would be like...well, getting Bush to admit it.
The rest of this is just typical Sullivan hysteria. Sullivan categorizes this increase as a lie. An intentional deceit. Not perhaps a revised plan, a re-assessment now that Petraeus is in place and knows the players better. No, it’s a “lie.”
What ridiculous hyperbole. How very Michael Moore of him. Of course, now everyone’s going to link to the latest Sullivan hysteria and talk about him again, which is what this is all really about in the first place: his bloated ego. In that respect I suppose I’ve fallen into his trap.
Still...what an idiot. I don’t get his sycophantic fans...the kind of people that would jump on anyone else for this kind of flip-floppy hysteria eat this crap up from him like it was caviar served by a king.
Hat tip: Tom Elia @ The New Editor
Posted by JimK at 11:16 PM on March 19, 2007
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Friday, March 02, 2007
Lefty bloggers swear more than righty bloggers. No shit?
I suppose this is something to talk about.
But how different are the Rightosphere and Leftosphere when it comes to “dirty” language? Which side produces the most profanity-laced diatribes? Via Instapundit, I happened upon this interesting challenge from InstaPunk:I propose an exercise to be performed by those who have the software and expertise to carry it out. The exercise is this: Search six months’ worth of content, posts and comments, of the 20 most popular blogs on the right and the left. The search criteria are George Carlin’s infamous ‘7 Dirty Words.’ [Click this link for the list of expletives.]
And this is what I found, using what I deemed—through a mix of TTLB and 2006’s Weblog Award lists—to be the 18 biggest Lefty blogs, and 22 biggest Righty blogs. I couldn’t account for the 6-month time period, and I even gave the Lefty blogs a 4 blog advantage. But it didn’t make much of a difference.
So how much more does the Left use Carlin’s “seven words” versus the Right? According to my calculations, try somewhere in the range of 18-to-1.
Here’s what I wanna know:
Who gives a flying fuck at a rolling goddamned doughnut? I will admit to being curious about my own stats, though. These are the results of keyword searches of just posts and titles, not comments. I actually thought everything would be worse.
Keywords: shit Total Search Results: 223
Keywords: piss Total Search Results: 81
Keywords: fuck Total Search Results: 653
Keywords: cunt Total Search Results: 3
Keywords: cocksucker Total Search Results: 3
Keywords: motherfucker Total Search Results: 8
Keywords: tits Total Search Results: 5
Well, I think we have a winner. ;) Good thing that dude didn’t use my site - I’d fuck me up some bell curve. As for the “swearing means you don’t have the vocabulary to express yourself” argument...I dealt with that in 2004.
I’ll be honest, I find blogs that have the cursing rule to be a little...pretentious, I guess, although that isn’t *quite* the right word. Allow me to elaborate. I’m of the Carlin school. “Curse” words are just that...words. Gosh-darned means precisely the same thing as the “curse” equivalent. Pretending to dress up expletives in “polite” speech is, to my mind, putting on airs.
400 years ago, “nothing” was slang for a woman’s privates. The whole world knew you were cursing when you said it, and one RARELY said it in mixed company until Shakespeare made a mockery of the practice with the title of one of his plays. Fast-forward to South Park using the four-letter colloquialism for feces 168 or so times in a single episode to demonstrate the stupidity of being terrified of hearing four simple little letters in a particular order…
And as a prime example of why I find the concept pretentious, look how far out of my way I had to go in that sentence just to avoid typing something that rhymes with ti..I mean sit. “The four-letter colloquialism for feces” instead of four simple letters. Silliness. It’s so much verbosity, seemingly for it’s own sake, or existing just so I can use the word “colloquialism” in a sentence. That and $5.65 will get me a grande frappi-something at Starbucks.
BUT...that having been said!
A blog is YOUR house. Your digital living room, so to speak. I would not come into your home and wipe my...uhh...backside...with your hand towels. I would not come to your house and feel up your wife, unless it was that kind of party. ;) In short, I would, as a guest, respect your wishes in how to conduct myself. Period. If a blog has a loose, free-for-all flow here, I’ll be all about the dirty dirty, yo. Some don’t, and I respect that because it’s not my joint.
That respect, more so than any enforced civility, is what we need to see more of. I don’t mean respecting each other in some Oprah encounter group “Your opinion is perfect, Johnny, and you’re perfect, now let’s hug” nonsense. I mean the simple respect of knowing you are in another man’s home, and acting according to the rules that man (or woman) sets down.
Monday, February 26, 2007
on’tday entionmay uccesssay!
A gloomy haze has settled over the nation’s prosecution of the War on Terror as of late. It seems like we can only watch helplessly as Nancy Pelosi and Jack Murtha size up new angles of attack for undermining the war effort. The media is chomping at the bit the tell the story of an America, bruised and humbled and exhausted, heading for the exits in Iraq.
But something interesting is happening on the way to the “new direction.” Early indications are that the troop surge into Baghdad is working. It hasn’t been reported on widely, but murders in Baghdad are down 70%, attacks are down 80%, Mahdi Army chief Moqtada al-Sadr has reportedly made off for Iran, and many Baghdadis who had fled the violence now feel it’s safe enough to return. The strategy that Congress is busy denouncing is proving to be our best hope for victory.
In Iraq, there’s a sense that change is in the air—literally. Omar of Iraq the Model spots a B-1 Bomber in the skies of Baghdad for the first time since the end of the major combat. On the ground, Omar writes that the signs that Iraqis are getting serious about security are more palpable. With the help of Compstat-like technology, security forces are cracking down at checkpoints (even ambulances are getting stopped) and getting nimbler about locating them strategically so the terrorists don’t know what to expect.
This turnaround in Baghdad is confirmed at home by the media’s near-deafening silence. If it seems like you’ve heard less about how Iraq is spiraling into civil war in the weeks since the surge was announced, this is why. Even some discordant voices in the media are starting to wonder what’s happening. Time magazine worries that it’s “Quiet in Baghdad. Too quiet.” That’s right—a dramatic reduction in violence is actually bad news.
It’s too early to claim victory just yet; the operation is just two weeks old. But U.S. troops have been able to accomplish all of this with just one more brigade in-country, with four more on the way by May. These encouraging early returns show the potential for success when we apply concentrated military force to the security problem. When the Army and Marine Corps are on offense, carrying out combat operations and clearing out insurgent strongholds, we win. When we lay back, carrying out routine patrols and playing Baghdad beat cop, we lose.
The key to success is staying power.
Not much else to say...it goes on to talk about the Daffyd ab-Hugh post I mentioned the other day.
Hat tip: Wizbang
Posted by JimK at 02:47 AM on February 26, 2007
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Sunday, February 25, 2007
Yet another insular little blog “special”
This weekend, join hosts Kirsten Powers and Michelle Malkin as FOX News takes you inside the most explosive blogs on the Web!
FOX News is blowing the lid off the blogosphere, Sunday, February 25 at 10:30 p.m. ET
Oh bull. Fox will do no such thing. This will be the same self-referential Pajamas Media-based circle jerk these things always are with maybe a mention of Kos, Firedoglake and either TPM or one of the other top lefty blogs. There are what 10, maybe 20 million blogs? Every time someone does a story, it’s on the exact same pool of 20 or 30 blogs.
Not one of these self-important blowhards cares at all about anything except raising their own profile so the next book deal or appearance fee or ad rate is bigger.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Re: the British troop reduction in Iraq
I am so sick of everyone’s hyperbole whenever any detail about Iraq is discussed. This latest move by Blair is nothing more than a long-planned reduction that is being carried out as planned. Any chance of people discussing this without turning into raving asses?
Here, check this news report out. Literally nothing but the facts, no bias, no opining, just the bare data:
Prime Minister Tony Blair said on Wednesday that Britain would reduce its troop levels in Iraq by 1,600 over coming months, but its soldiers would stay in the country into 2008 as long as they were wanted.
“The actual reduction in forces will be from the present 7,100—itself down from over 9,000 two years ago and 40,000 at the time of the conflict—to roughly 5,500,” Blair told parliament. “The UK military presence will continue into 2008, for as long as we are wanted and have a job to do,” he said.
Why did I have to go to a Croatian news site to see the Reuters wire report stripped to just the facts? Anyway...when you remove the emotion and the hyperbole, you can see this is just another step in a long-term British plan for their continued presence in Iraq. It doesn’t mean success is at hand and it doesn’t signal imminent failure.
It’s just another in a long series of reductions in UK troop levels. In fact, it’s a total non-story that has been blown completely out of proportion by a media desperate to pile on the White House and bloggers who can’t control themselves from being extremists. I’m not saying Cheney is helping when he says stupid things like this:
“Well, I look at it and see it is actually an affirmation that there are parts of Iraq where things are going pretty well,” Cheney told ABC News’ Jonathan Karl.
“In fact, I talked to a friend just the other day who had driven to Baghdad down to Basra, seven hours, found the situation dramatically improved from a year or so ago, sort of validated the British view they had made progress in southern Iraq and that they can therefore reduce their force levels,” Cheney said.
But then Cheney is the source of the “We’ll be greeted as liberators” stuff. Cheney is always spinning. The man speaks in spin. It may be cute and fun to claim he’s the real President but he’s not, and he definitely isn’t running the UK. So let’s just slow our roll shall we? I’d love to see some discussion of Iraq that did not involve insults or emotion. I’d love to see some facts.
One place I suggest to see some hyperbole-free blogging on Iraq is Mudville Gazette. I always feel more informed after I read that site. Perhaps more importantly lately, I don’t feel insulted by the writing either. Give them a shot, see what you think.
Monday, February 19, 2007
RINO Sightings for Feb 19, 2007 - The Dashiell Hammett edition
The night was black as ink and cold, the kind of cold that makes a man wish he had a bottle of applejack and someone to drink it with. I was waiting. Just waiting. Stakeouts are about the most boring thing you can do when you’re a gumshoe, but that’s the job, so we do it. I knew that tomorrow I was hosting the RINO Sightings, but tonight - tonight it was just me, the night air and the job.
In order to fight the night air, I brought a thermos of strong, black coffee with me. It was the kind of coffee you read about in detective novels, the kind that could put hair on your chest and strip the paint off your car. As I raised the cup to my lips, suddenly a voice rang out in the night! I jumped, spilling the hot joe all over my best wool trousers. “WHY?” the voice cried out, “WHY DOES IT TAKE SO LONG TO GET OFF THE GROUND AT THE AIRPORT?” “Mister” I said, “You need to calm down and go read Dan’s post at Searchlight Crusade. He was an air traffic controller for 12 years and he’s got the inside dope, the real skinny.”
With that crisis averted, I turned back to sitting. Watching. Waiting. Thinking about a woman. Of course there’s a woman. There’s always a woman. This one was the cat’s meow; smart, sharp as a tack and ten kinds of gorgeous. Eyes that could make a man sign over the deed to his house and then ask if there was anything else he could get for her. Her name was Kiran Chetry, and nobody knew more about her than Digger. He knew when she was leaving Fox News. He knew when she was spotted on CNN. He knew everything about her. I bet he even knew what size dress she wore. I wanted to know that too, but the night just wasn’t going to be that kind to me.
And so I waited.
I started to feel a darkness come over me. Not the nighttime, that had already swallowed me whole and spit me back out to freeze. No, this was more like a humorless funk, the kind of feeling you get when even a clown falling into a vat of pudding while wearing a three piece suit wouldn’t get a chuckle out of you. I felt a little like Garrison Keillor doing his crotchety old man routine talking about Rudy Giuliani. My buddy Eric at Classical Values told me all about it; about how Keillor seems obsessed with the fact that Rudy has done the whole “dress in drag and crack up the fellas” routine. What I wanna know is who hasn’t? if I had a nickel for every time I threw on a pretty frock to crack up the boys, I wouldn’t be out here shivering like a newborn colt at Christmas time.
Unfortunately for me, here is exactly where I was, and the coffee was running low. All I could think about was other ways to keep warm. Running. A nice fire. Dames. It always comes back to the dames, doesn’t it? Not every thought about dames is good, though. Lately I’d been having some pretty negative thoughts about one Mrs. Nancy Pelosi, the “Honorable” Speaker of The House. She’s not the kind of woman that inspires a man to warmth. In fact, she seems to be inspiring her merry band of misfits and general unsavory characters to further disrespecting our boys. The GIs. The ones that go Over There so we don’t have to. Everywhere we turn lately, it seems that one of Pelosi’s Pessimists is trying to break the spirits of our men and women in tan and camo. Dane - you know, the guy that runs DANEgerus - is always telling me about it, and this week has been no exception. He gathers information from all over and consolidates it for me. He even wrote it up for me this week in a report titled Fardh Al-Qanoon. Now I don’t know exactly what that means, but I know it rhymes with poltroon and that’s what that bunch is.
I know I’m not the smartest guy that ever came down the pike. To me, brains are something that get knocked around when a guy owes me money. Or worse, when I owe somebody else money. Just because I’m not Einstein or Oppenheimer doesn’t mean I don;t know when someone’s being real low-class chump. Take this story I read earlier today by Mark Coffey at Decision ‘08. Charles Schumer is determined to create a Vietnam-like quagmire regardles sof how it affects the troops, the war or the country. There’s only one thing to say about a low-down snake in the grass like that, and I’m still a little civilized, so I won’t be saying it out loud. Just know that when I finally get Schumer in these two hands, he’s going to be missing one of his exit holes...it’ll be plugged up with my shoe.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m chicken too, just sitting here waiting for something to happen instead of charging up there with both guns blazing. Then the cold wind reminds me that the heater is broken in this jalopy and my coat is not as new as it used to be. It’s downright Arctic out there, and my thoughts wander to the latest in scientific-type religions; Global Warming. I wish I could get some of it right now. I’d kill a man in cold blood right now for some balmy temperatures and a good amount of humidity. Instead I find out from my pal Don Surber that this is the Coldest. February. Ever. That’s great. Just great. This job better be worth it.
Most jobs aren’t. Most jobs are like choking down a bad tonic the pharmacist recommended for that racking cough that just won’t go away; it’s something you do because ya gotta, not because ya wanna. Of course not all jobs are ones you don’t want to do. Sometimes - and in this crazy world you gotta take ‘em as they come - a job comes along that is both something that needs doing and something you can be proud of for having done. Take the story of how the Phillipine government hunted down Islamic terrorists. Barry at enveranche told me that one, and on a night like this, when my only comfort is a now-cold thermos of coffee, a barely-working streetlamp and the sound of distant traffic, I’ll take all the good news I can get.
News is funny like that. Good news, bad news, news you don’t care about. News you would die to hear. Then there’s news that just isn’t, like this story about an utterly meaningless and confusing poll. I’m with Jennifer on this; unless they’re telling me that most Americans want to vote for the Kaiser or have declared that steak is the work of the devil, just leave the polls to the pollsters. Regular Joes don’t need a poll to tell ‘em what to think or who to vote for. That’s what our friends and family are for.
All this thinking about elections and politics is setting my nerves on edge, like a tightrope walker in a hurricane. I root around in the glove box hoping to find the remnants of a pint and come up empty. Oh well. This is just not turning out to be my night. And there’s just no getting away from the 2008 elections. In fact, Fred - he’s the guy who has the office right across the hall from mine - was just telling me the other day all about the front-runners in the Republican field of candidates. I still don’t know what to think.
One thing I know down to the tips of my wingtips is that all this waiting and watching would be easier if I had something with me to pass the time. I hear that one day the bigwigs at Consolidated Electronications Unlimited will try to sell us all a magic little box that can let you carry around music and television and that anyone, even a John Q. Public type like you and me will be able to make shows and songs and anything else we want and share them with each other. Down at the club, this character that calls himself Bloodspite was talking about kids - children, mind you! - that do these things, and about all sorts of futuristic technology stuff. It boggles the mind, the idea of these “video Podcasts” he’s always talking about. A palooka like me is just plumb out of his depth when it comes to this jibber-jabber. Just the very idea makes me feel like a skid row bum trying to get a meal at The Ritz.
Still, I sure would like to have something funny to watch on a night like this. The good Lord knows it wouldn’t be that Fox Half-Hour News Hour show, though. I haven’t seen anything that unfunny since Jerry McGillicutty beat his wife in the middle of Thirteenth Avenue and I had to shoot him dead just to get him to stop. It was so unfunny it made Wolf Blitzer look like Stephen Colbert. What I’m trying to say is it was not the kind of thing you would want to pass an evening watching. It was more the kind of thing that makes you want to pass your dinner out the entrance ramp.
Dinner. There’s something I wish I had. All that’s left are two strips of stale crust and a soggy tomato slice. That, and the wind. The cold, biting wind that keeps reminding me that I’m on the job, that I’m here for a reason.
And so I wait.
Posted by JimK at 09:10 PM on February 19, 2007
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Monday, February 12, 2007
Rino Sightings for 2/12
We’ve all be letting this slip, but recently there has been some effort to breathe more life into the RINOs...good for us! This week Jeff is hosting at The Southern California Law Blog. It’s short, but there’s some good stuff.