112 People Covering People Who Should Be Covering Other People: The White House Correspondents Dinner

There’s no money for journalism anymore: 

National Journal White House correspondent George Condon told me that, “If I could wave a wand, I’d eliminate the red carpet. I find the red carpet embarrassing.”

Whiston says the red carpet is a big pain for her as well.

“The hardest part of the dinner is handling the red carpet,” said Whiston. “It gets larger and larger. … There were 112 people covering the red carpet this year. That’s a lot of people.”

Yes. Yes it is, at a time when we talk so easily about how hard it is to find the resources to do real journalistic work, it is a lot of people. Who are covering people. Who are supposed to be covering people. Jesus tits, put the drink down and go do a job. You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

One hundred and 12 people. As we lament the decline of pure storytelling and blither about the Internet, there are 112 people who want to watch other reporters walk into a party, and call it a job. That’s where the money’s going while we fight about whether millennials are too attached to their iPhones to read anymore.

A.

Odds & Sods: Drive-In Saturday Edition

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It’s been a long week in New Orleans. I have two friends who were touched by tragedy. Sorry, y’all.

In a lesser disaster, the New Orleans Pelicans blew a 20 point lead in their first home playoff game in 4 years by ignoring one of the best players in the NBA, Anthony Davis, for the last 9 minutes of the game. I spent most of the game on Twitter ragging on Pelicans head coach Monty Williams who bears an eerie resemblance to  former Mayor C Ray Nagin. In his case, I only want him him fired, not incarcerated.

It’s the first weekend of Jazzfest, and I’m not feeling it. It used to be an event thrown by locals to which the world was invited. In the post-K world, it’s just another way to lure tourists and it’s priced for them. The Who are playing tomorrow and I’m not interested since I saw them in their prime and the worst Who set I ever saw was outdoors. While we’re on the subject of classic rock, here’s this week’s theme song:

Enough kvetching. I have some reading assignments after the break. There will be no pop quiz, not even about Aladdin Sane, the Bowie album from whence our theme song comes.

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In response to anti-gay bullying awareness, teens enact anti-gay bullying

Bill Maher once noted of young conservatives that it’s totally understandable that they’re assholes at the age of 14: They’re too young for sex and too old to carry a blankie around everywhere, so it’s a very stressful time.

If that’s the case, I’m calling for the school administrators at McGuffey High School in Claysville, Pennsylvania to start giving out Woobies or hookers in the next two days.

News reports have more than 100 students at the school taking part in a protest against the Gay-Straight Alliance club’s Day of Silence by hosting an “Anti-Gay Day.” The anti-gay crew drew crosses on their hands along with the word “anti-gay.” They also all wore flannel shirts, an irony among ironies if ever there was one.

The students also resorted to pushing gay students around and posting anti-gay posters on the lockers of LGBTQ students.

Because nothing says “We don’t need a day to draw attention to anti-gay bullying” like committing anti-gay bullying in the wake of the awareness day.

At least one parent came forward to support the anti-gay group, doing the traditional, “We have nothing against THOSE PEOPLE and we’re the ones really being persecuted by not being allowed to be majority-whoring ass-kickers” thing.

I think one of the dominant reasons these kinds of culture clashes occur in high schools (other than the Maher theory) is that Days of Silence and GSA-based events are different from every other form of event at a school. Every other event is about participation and becoming part of a collective:

Football pep rally? Be a cheering supporter for “our team.”

Spanish club? Learn to speak the language, embrace the culture and eat the food.

Forensics? Spend your Saturdays freaking out adult judges with your self-composed “I want to have sex with a tombstone” poetry or solo-serious acting piece titled, “Daddy, why are you touching me there?”

In other words, they’re all about recruitment and participation in that identity. The GSA club is EXACTLY NOT THAT. I’ve been to a meeting or two, I know kids involved in LGBTQ groups and I have yet to have ANYONE say, “Hey, thanks for coming. Wanna try blowing a guy? It’s fun!”

GSA members want to show support for one another as they live their lives the way they feel they must. That’s true of all members of that group, both gay and straight.

And yet adults in the conservative sphere have long told the tale that the only way gays can strengthen their ranks is to recruit. Like they’re a cult or a mega-church. Thus, gay kids gather in unsuspecting schools like they’re members of the Jedi Council and work on improving their grasp of The Force in hope of swaying weak and impressionable minds to come over to the Dick Side.

And this rhetoric against gay students works for one good reason: Kids at this age don’t necessarily fear “gay.” They fear being different or even being accused of being different.

Fear is why they react with violent anger and wicked backlash against anything that might put them at odds with their peers. They all play the same sports, date the same kinds of people, value the same things and act the same ways just so that they won’t be ostracized.

I would think that of all people, teens would get how hard it is when others mock them for being different. To that end, I would think that supporting people who are different should come naturally.

But that would totally make you a fag… Heh, heh… Hey look! Joey’s a fag! He’s hanging out with the gay kids. Hey, Joey, what did you eat for breakfast this morning, Queer-i-os? Heh, heh….

So instead they hide their own insecurities in hateful rhetoric and groupthink. And yet if you think about this, you really have to laugh.

I mean, could there be anything more “gay looking” to an outside observer than a group of boys who coordinated their outfits the day before and then got together, arm in arm, and took pictures of themselves in the school hallways?

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Friday Catblogging: Undercover Kitty

It’s hard being Oscar. Sometimes he has to close those huge cartoon cat eyes and catch 40 or 50 winks:

Undercover Kitty

 

Friday Claireblogging

I haz whiskers!

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It’s shedding season, officially kicked off Tuesday by my brushing enough fur off this tiny critter to knit a cozy blanket for Kick. Her winter coat was exceptionally fluffy so now she is exceptionally mangy-looking while the summer coat grows in.

A.

Malaka Of The Week: The New York Times

I don’t do a lot of hand wringing about the state of contemporary journalism. I mock. I criticize. I zing, but I don’t worry about things that I can’t control. While I’ve always respected the New York Times, I’m well aware of its imperfections: from critical blacklisting (Gore Vidal cordially loathed the Gray Lady for its treatment, or lack thereof, of his work after The City and the Pillar) to allowing Judith Miller to run amuck instead of muckrake after 9/11. I’m not even going to touch the Jayson Blair mishigas, and the terrible op-ed columnists on a page that was once home to Anthony Lewis and Tom Wicker. I do, however, think they should give Maureen Dowd a blood-alcohol test before she writes her next rant about the perfidy of the Clintons. I visualize her downing 5 or 6 cocktails with Peggy Noonan before sitting down to write…

All of the preceding are the result of the Gray Lady being a large institution with both virtues and vices. There’s no excuse, however, for giving credibility to notorious right wing ratfucker, Peter Schweizer. And that is why the New York Times is malaka of the week.

Schweizer is either a highbrow James O’Keefe or lowbrow Rich Lowry. He’s oozed out of the Breitbart-o-sphere with a new book of dubious investigative journalism. I almost put the last two words in quotes but I think y’all catch my drift. I’ll let Charlie Pierce cue you into Schweizer’s take on what the dread Mark Halperin insists on calling Clintonworld and Hillaryland:

Schweizer has a long history of fudge and nonsense in service to the conservative cause. His career is a pure creature of the well-funded ideological terrarium of the modern conservative movement. His work is on behalf of something called the Government Accountability Institute, an oppo-research outfit richly funded by all the usual suspects. His book, then, starts in something of a hole, credibility-wise, at least by any standard of journalistic vetting that I ever heard of. But neither the Times nor the Post seems reluctant at all to pile into the same mud hole as Fox and Breitbart’s Mausoleum For The Chronically Unemployable.

That’s right, the NYT has crawled into  bed with the lying pukes at Fox and Breibart. I am less surprised that the WaPo is involved in this enterprise. Their role in the great WMD deception is well documented and their Fred Hiatt helmed editorial page remains a festering pustule of unrepentant warmongering. At least the Times lanced its Judith Miller boil, but Fred Hiatt is still rampant on the heights of American journalism like an ink stained Moloch. Damn, that was some flowery language but there’s something about the great WMD deception that makes me feel all hifalutin and shit.

The Times were among the primary purveyors of the Whitewater story and as Pierce put it “has had a hard-on for the Clintons” ever since. Vengeance over getting a story wrong is a lame reason to jump into bed with a ratfucker, but that’s what the Times has done here. Schweizer can now claim to be neutral, even-handed and objective because the Gray Lady says so. In a word: BOLLOCKS.

Speaking of excuses so lame that they limp, here’s what Times Washington bureau chief Carolyn Ryan told TPM:

We had access to some material in the book, but we wanted to do our own reporting.

Then why on earth didn’t you wait until the book was published? Now it looks as if they’re in collusion with Roger Ailes, and the ghost of Andrew Breitbart. The whole thing reminds me of a line from the camp classic 1966 movie The Oscar: “You lie down with pigs, you come up smelling like garbage.”

That’s what they’ve has done and that’s why the New York Times is malaka of the week.

Update: The NYT’s public editor has had more to say about the deal with the ratfucker. I’m not rescinding the malakatude crown of thorns. They also printed that dipshit anti-marriage equality op-ed by my dipshit Governor, so fuck them.

Is Your Washroom Thrift Store Breeding Selling Bolsheviks Satanism?

From Album 5

Pat Robertson — who was once considered a “serious” candidate for the Repug nomination for president — thinks … yes, possibly:

”Can demonic spirits attach themselves to inanimate objects? The answer is yes…so hey — it isn’t gonna hurt you any to rebuke any spirits that might attach themselves to those clothes.”

To repeat, this person ran for president representing a major political party. Christ…pun intended. This is the same mentality that attributes disease to evil spirits…or “sin.” Imagine what things would be like if they held even more power.

By the way, personally…no, I wouldn’t pray over any clothing from Goodwill or The Satanic, um, Salvation Army store…but I’d probably run it through the washing machine.

Pulp Fiction Thursday: The Fabulous Clipjoint

The tagline makes me wonder if Athenae and Mr. A have ever been to this hot spot. I sure hope not. I’d hate for them to get clipped at a clipjoint even if it’s fabulous and fictional.

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There’s a Way to Be a Person, Cops

Talk about tone-deaf: 

A new billboard featuring a police officer who recently shot two men, one of them fatally, is causing controversy in Kenosha.

The billboard includes a photograph of Kenosha Police Officer Pablo Torres and his dog and reads, “Thank you for your support, Kenosha.”

Family and friends of Aaron Siler, 26, who was shot and killed by Torres, are outraged and calling for the billboard to be taken down.

The culture of authoritarian bully-worship in this country is really out of control. Talking about a particular case or officer one way or the other here is beside the point. The question now is do we go out of our way not only to shoot people, but to give their families the middle finger after they are shot?

I mean, let’s grant the officer every benefit, of every doubt. The people he shot were threatening his life and the well-being of innocents in his community. Let’s pretend we know for sure that’s case. Even knowing that, is this necessary? Is it good? Is it kind?

Can the Kenosha Professional Police Association maybe, just, like SHUT UP for a while, in deference to the families of the parties in this dispute who are currently not drawing breath? This isn’t asking the cops to be nice. This is asking the cops to not be extra-special dicks right now.

Kenosha police asked agents from the state Division of Criminal Investigation to investigate both shootings. The investigation into the shooting of Knight was turned over to District Attorney Robert Zapf’s office on March 20, and he determined this month that the shooting was justified.

The investigation into Siler’s death continues.

So can you fucking give them a minute? Jesus. Somebody dies, and let’s assume he’s an asshole who deserved it. Do you show up basically at his funeral and say WOW DID BOB SUCK OR WHAT?

Or do you step back for a minute, and say that given that I am alive and Bob is not, maybe I can do his loved ones the supreme service of not whipping my authority out and slapping it on the casket? Just until we find out if I had a right to kill him?

A.

Tweets Of The Day: Cool Ed Miliband Edition

British Labour Party leader Ed Miliband has a well-deserved reputation as a dweeby nebbish. Guardian cartoonist Steve Bell always depicts him as the human half of Wallace and Gromit. Miliband seems to finally be shaking that reputation after some spunky debate and teevee performances. Hell yes, seems to be his new mantra. I’m not sure if it will help him win the election but he’s been winning on Twitter in the last few days.

Someone has started a photoshop crazy Twitter feed called @cooledmiliband. The thing has really taken off, which has led to various Twitteratti throwing images their way. Here are a few examples of their handiwork:

The Futile Quest

Ever since the Supreme Court reinstated the death penalty in 1976 after a four year hiatus, there’s been a bizarre and sick attempt to find a  “humane” way to execute prisoners. The latest has popped up (where else?) in Oklahoma. They had to change their method after a botched execution lat year. The latest method is our old acquaintance, gas, but a different variety, which is being called “foolproof” by the idiot Governor of Oklahoma:

Oklahoma became the first US state to approve nitrogen gas for executions under a measure Governor Mary Fallin signed into law Friday that provides an alternative death penalty method if lethal injections aren’t possible, either because of a court ruling or a drug shortage.

Executions are on hold in Oklahoma while the US supreme court considers whether the state’s current three-drug method of lethal injection is constitutional. Supporters of the new law maintain nitrogen-induced hypoxia is a humane and painless method of execution that requires no medical expertise to perform.

“Oklahoma executes murderers whose crimes are especially heinous,” Fallin said in a statement announcing that she had signed the bill into law.

“I support that policy, and I believe capital punishment must be performed effectively and without cruelty. The bill I signed today gives the state of Oklahoma another death penalty option that meets that standard.”

There it is: the futile quest. There is NO WAY to humanely kill a human being. Any method is inherently cruel but depressingly usual. There seems to be no proof that this method will work quickly and humanely. It hasn’t been tested on lab rats or even on rattlesnakes or some other varmint native to the state. The first use will be on death row prisoners. This is shockingly casual even for a bloodthirsty state like Oklahoma.

The states in the death belt have spent years assuring us that lethal injections were not cruel but there’s mounting evidence to the contrary. They’ve argued that they’re more humane than the electric chair, gas chamber, or hanging. Lethal injections aren’t humane, they’re simply more sanitized than previous methods. In the context of capital punishment, humane = quick. The only quick methods of state sponsored murder than I can think of are the guillotine or firing squad. The first method conjures up images of Madame DeFarge kniting her way through beheadings and the second is only currently used by the state of Utah. I think the Beehive state is on to something: a bullet to the chest or head may be barbaric but it’s quick.

The only way around the futile quest is, of course, abolition of the death penalty but that’s not going to happen in the benighted states that populate the death belt. They’ll continue seeking an allegedly non-cruel and humane method of killing people until the Supreme Court does what it did in 1972 and declares it unconstitutional, which is a futile quest in and of itself.

Not Quite On The Nose

Dr. A and I saw Woman In Gold the other day. It tells the surefire story of how a legendary Gustav Klimt painting and its rightful owner were reunited some sixty years after it was stolen by the Nazis from the family’s Vienna home. Most of the movie is quite good, and Helen Mirren is brilliant as, once again, an epic battleaxe, Maria Altmann. The script is strong on *why* Austria remains so squirrelly about its Nazi past and role in the Shoah: they were treated like a conquered people instead of willing participants in the crimes of the Third Reich.

Woman In Gold is very strong in its depiction of the terrifying anti-Semitism that afflicted the Bloch-Bauer family in Vienna. The casting of Ryan Reynolds as Randol Schoenberg, Mirren’s lawyer, is problematical. Much is made of the fact that he’s the great composer Arnold Schoenberg’s grandson, which *is* an interesting point. It led me, however, to spend part of the movie staring at Ryan Reynolds’ button nose. Arnold Schoenberg had a large, magnificent nose that I would call a honker as does the real Randy Schoenberg.

Other than the nose, Reynolds was decent in the role, but the whole thing reminded me of the difference between a movie star and an actor. Reynolds put on glasses, wore ill fitting suits, and acted generally geeky but was unwilling to go all the way and wear a stage nose. Orson Welles wore a fake nose for almost every role, so I thought of him when contemplating the nasal aspect of Woman In Gold. He would have asked Reynolds: do you want to be a movie star or an actor? I think we know the answer.

Despite a script that sounded at times like a circa 1938 Warner Brothers melodrama, Woman In Gold is a good movie. I’d give it 3 stars, a Ebertian thumbs up, and an Adrastos grade of B.

We saw the film at the Prytania Theatre, which is celebrating its 100th Anniversary as a movie theatre. It’s one of the few single screen neighborhood theatres left in the country. We went to a weekday matinee and there was a bus full of elderly folks from an Uptown retirement community in attendance as well. As I waited in the lobby for Dr. A after the show, I heard an old, presumably Jewish, lady declare: “No Jew has a nose like that young man who played the lawyer.”

Album Cover Art Wednesday: Hard Nose The Highway

I’m a big fan of Van Morrison’s early work but Hard Nose The Highway has always left me cold. It was something of a letdown after Van’s great run of studio albums from 1968 to 1972: Astral Weeks, Moondance, His Band and the Street Choir, Tupelo Honey, and my personal favorite St. Dominic’s Preview.

I do, however, love the artwork by Rob Springett who also did the cover for a previous honoree, Herbie Hancock’s Thrust. It’s ironic that one of Van’s lesser albums had one of his best covers. I write it off to his artistic perversity and overall cantankerousness:

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Here’s the LP via the YouTube:

Each of Us a Stranger

I’m so, so glad Jacob is writing about this because most of what I’ve read about these fanboys and their tantrums makes me tired, and this doesn’t: 

I think if we treated, say, casual litterbugs with the same blacklist techniques that we do unreconstructed idiots like those two above—once tainted, never to be redeemed—we could create a thriving subculture of people within a few days who would spend all their money on proudly buying garbage and spreading it on every lawn they see.

Not like children saying “you think I’m bad, I’ll show you bad”—that is just about needing to have boundaries, to feel safe—but like adults: “I know I’m not bad, so if you think this is bad, it must be very good. Or else why would I do it? And if you think it’s bad, then you’re bad. And whatever you think is good must be evil as hell.”

A new church would spring up within the year, The Fellowship of the Unrecycled Chik-Fil-A Bag. Some very few people would get very rich. The GOP would get wind of it, make littering a large plank in the platform, then use their time machine rhetoric to claim it always had been. “Ronald Reagan was a proud litterbug,” the posters would say. “Or else why would we do it?”

And too, recycling or carrying your own shopping bags would become the sign of the homosexual, feminazi, child-rapist, NPR-listening elite.

Would those people be evil? No, they would be dicks, but that’s already true of them, individually. They are looking for a part of the world they can make feel as bad as they, for whatever reason, feel. That’s the rank and file, at least. At the top would be people who do not themselves litter, but know a constituency and a consumer base when they see it.

Seeing consumer choices as your personality isn’t new, of course; which tailor you went to once upon a time was as important at which soft drink you drink is now, which is to say OH MY GOD SHUT UP. But I feel like what the Internet has done for this particular upfuckery is make us all aware of it, the things we tie ourselves to, and the things others tie themselves to.

Go read the whole thing.

A.

Roslin 2016

Female power on the small screen plays into — and against — stereotype: 

In the years right before Hillary Clinton’s 2008 bid for the presidency, numerous different stories, mostly on television, posited some kind of female president, in what was, perhaps, a little micro-trend: Syfy’s “Battlestar Galactica” (2004), Rod Lurie’s CBS series “Commander in Chief” (2005), and “Prison Break” (2005; Patricia Wettig’s character became president in 2007). Interestingly, Aaron Sorkin’s “The West Wing,” arguably the most popular show about the presidency, never strayed into the territory of a female commander-in-chief. But that might be because the most prominent female candidate for president, at the time, was Republican Elizabeth Dole, who briefly ran for the office in 2000. Geena Davis’ president in “Commander in Chief” is a Republican, Patricia Wettig’s Caroline Reynolds is implied to be conservative, and Laura Roslin (Mary McDonnell), in “Battlestar Galactica,” exists in a universe without our political parties, but is demonstrably hawkish.

Actually Roslin was generally the voice of reason in the early days, when Adama was all kill-crazy. It was only later that she became Madam Airlock. Still, if her character provided in some small way a way in for women to appear in more powerful roles, I say SO SAY WE ALL.

A.

Notre Dame to Cops: You Can Interview Rape Suspects. Just Don’t Tell the Athletic Department

We don’t want to know who on our roster is accused of raping people: 

Cottrell said during his early years on the Notre Dame force, officers were able to contact coaches or other athletic department employees in order to talk to student athletes who were the subjects of police reports on any type of case.

In one case involving a fight between two football players, Cottrell called head football coach Tyrone Willingham to ask for help getting in touch with one of the students.

“Willingham called the football player into his office and told me: ‘You can interview him right here,’ ” Cottrell recalled.

Willingham was coach from 2002 to 2004. Sometime after he left, Notre Dame officers were told they could no longer approach any coach or athletic department employee to reach a student athlete for questioning, Cottrell said.

Cottrell said the order came from NDSP Chief Phillip A. Johnson, who has worked for the campus police department since 1986 and became chief in 2007. Cottrell said he doesn’t know what prompted the change, or whether the decision came from Johnson or a higher-ranking campus administrator.

The change was announced verbally, he said. There was no similar policy for non-athletes, he said, such as those in student government or band.

Charming. I mean, on the one hand, I get that what happens off the field isn’t the coach’s concern, but on the other, knowing how these entrenched power structures mutate to protect themselves, it’s hard not to hear this as an effort to maintain plausible deniability.

A.

 

Mad Men Thread: You Just Ooze Everywhere

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Thus spake Sally at the end of The Forecast. She was aggravated at having to play second fiddle to both Betty and Don in this episode so she let Big Daddy have it like one of those pesky no-neck monsters in Cat On A Hot Tin Roof. It didn’t work. Don reminded her how much like both parents she is. I quite agree. She wanted the limelight just like they do and was snippy over her friend Sarah’s flirting with Don as well as a certain person’s obvious infatuation with Betty. More about that later.

The Forecast was clearly the best episode of Season-7 mach two thus far. In the previous episode, Don looked back whereas this time around he asked all and sundry what their dreams and hopes for the future were. Neither Sally nor Peggy took it very well. In Peggy’s case, she was upset that Don wanted her to look past advertising and discuss the big picture. Don is having a hard time coping with the agency’s success and is appalled that Ted Chaough’s vision of the future was confined to advertising. Ted’s career crisis is clearly over. Me, I was appalled that Ted wasn’t wearing a sweater. What’s up with that, Teddy boy? It’s not nice to make me er, sweat…

As Don groped for a bigger meaning to life, I was brought back to the song that concluded Severance: Is That All There Is? Don has at least moved on from the Zou Bissou Bissou memorial penthouse by selling it.

More random and meandering comments after the break.  The Veep  circa 1970 might have even called me a nattering nabob of negativism. Note that I don’t call Spiro T Agnew my countryman, he didn’t embrace his ethnicity until he ran for national office. Oy, such malakatude.

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Today on Tommy T’s Obsession with the Freeperati – Odds and Clods edition

Good Monday morning, people! Let’s suit up and hit the iso chamber – there’s some extra-stinky freepitude waiting for us,

First up – grave consequences!

Gravestone of Hillary Clinton’s father vandalized in Pa. cemetery
PennLive.com ^ | April 15, 2015 | John Luciew

Posted on 4‎/‎15‎/‎2015‎ ‎7‎:‎41‎:‎05‎ ‎AM by prisoner6

Is nothing sacred? The question is being raised in wake of a disturbing discovery in a Pennsylvania cemetery: The gravestone of Hillary Rodham Clinton’s father has been found toppled over, NBC News is reporting.

According to NBC, police say vandals may be responsible for upending the gravestone of Hugh Rodham in the Washburn Street Cemetery in Scranton.

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Of course it will be blamed on the evil Tea Party.

1 posted on 4‎/‎15‎/‎2015‎ ‎7‎:‎41‎:‎05‎ ‎AM by prisoner6
Gee – I wonder why that might be?
To: prisoner6

[ The gravestone of Hillary Rodham Clinton’s father has been found toppled over, ]

Was there a hole under it and the faint smell of sulfur wafting out of the hole?

33 posted on ‎4‎/‎15‎/‎2015‎ ‎9‎:‎43‎:‎28‎ ‎AM by GraceG (Protect the Border from Illegal Aliens, Don’t Protect Illegal Alien Boarders…)

Hmmm. Maybe it was the Amish?
To: prisoner6

He’s dead. “What difference does it make now”?

25 posted on ‎4‎/‎15‎/‎2015‎ ‎8‎:‎56‎:‎51‎ ‎AM by Huskrrrr

To: prisoner6
Of course it will be blamed on the evil Tea Party.

The vandals are on the left. We all know that.

4 posted on 4‎/‎15‎/‎2015‎ ‎7‎:‎43‎:‎49‎ ‎AM by FatherofFive (Islam is evil and must be eradicated)
Yep – definitely couldn’t have been a tea partier.
To: prisoner6

It was old man McCaffery, dressed like the Cemetary Creeper who knocked the gravestone over. He wants to scare people away from the cemetery so he can mine the gold deposits hidden below. And he would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn’t for that pesky old cankled woman in the Scooby van!

13 posted on ‎4‎/‎15‎/‎2015‎ ‎7‎:‎52‎:‎29‎ ‎AM by dead (I’ve got my eye out for Mullah Omar.)

Mystery solved! It was William Hanna and Joe Barbera!
Of course, it takes about 2 minutes for the False Flags(tm) to start flying…
To: prisoner6

False Flag operation to make Hillary the victim again?

5 posted on 4‎/‎15‎/‎2015‎ ‎7‎:‎44‎:‎39‎ ‎AM by Iron Munro (It IS as BAD as you think and they ARE out to get you.)

My mistake. That was 3 minutes and 34 seconds after the OP.
To: prisoner6

As crooked as the Clintons are, I wouldn’t be surprised if this was orchestrated in order for Hillary to play the sympathy card. This happens 3 days after she announces her run for President. Coincidence?

14 posted on ‎4‎/‎15‎/‎2015‎ ‎7‎:‎58‎:‎46‎ ‎AM by Durbin

MissingThePoint
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Surely there must be something besides that tired old “False Flag” routine to put a different spin on this?
To: prisoner6

The story at the link does not say WHEN the stone was toppled, just that police say someone recently told them about it. Could have happened years ago; too bad there are no JOURNALISTS anymore who know how to report a full story. Correct headline is probably: “Hillary Neglects Father’s Grave”.

21 posted on 4‎/‎15‎/‎2015‎ ‎8‎:‎39‎:‎14‎ ‎AM by Chewbarkah

WinningMadeEasy
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To: stilloftyhenight
Sadly, here in PA vandalizing graves has become pretty common. Young people with nothing better to do, drunk of on drugs, will wander through a graveyard tipping any headstones they can on their way through.
38 posted on ‎4‎/‎15‎/‎2015‎ ‎1‎:‎31‎:‎39‎ ‎PM by Kay Ludlow (Government actions ALWAYS have unintended consequences…)
Interesting that just that one was tipped over, though, innit?
One Freeper has a pang of regret for sophomoric behaviour (not sure if he’s talking about the tombstone-tippers, or the Freepers cackling about it):
To: prisoner6

This just sad. Seriously. I don’t like the Clintons or any one associated with them, but this sophomoric behavior is beyond me and they need to grow the heck up and get some humanity. Let the dead rest in peace.

9 posted on 4‎/‎15‎/‎2015‎ ‎7‎:‎46‎:‎47‎ ‎AM by stilloftyhenight (http://www.tedcruz.org)

A call for decorum!
Asked –
To: prisoner6
I would put this picture at the grave site with a caption something like:

“Hillary, we met your dad here on the other side. We introduced him to Bin Laden and then left him for dead.”

39 posted on 4‎/‎15‎/‎2015‎ ‎3‎:‎09‎:‎32‎ ‎PM by hattend (Firearms and ammunition…the only growing industries under the Obama regime.)
…and answered!
More Scooby Snacks after the Mystery Jump.

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The World is Always Burning: Game of Thrones Thread

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Show me a picture of you now. And a picture of you before the thing that happened to you, that made you what you are.

Do those people look like each other?

Do you remember what it felt like, walking in that person’s skin?

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Make Room, Judith Miller

There’s really only one question she should be asked. 

Where are the profits from your book going?

Are they being given to charities that make prosthetic limbs for the soldiers returning from the war?

Are they being given to an Iraqi family that is homeless? To a child that is orphaned? To a city or town bombed or burned or overrun?

Are they being used to dig wells, to buy generators, to lay sewer pipes? Are they purchasing back the cultural heritage looted in the chaos following the war about which you were “proved fucking right?”

If they are not, then get the fuck out of the green room, you goddamn ghoul. Make room on the couch for somebody, anybody, who was right about the war you were so staggeringly wrong about.

Make room for Joe Wilson, for Valerie Plame, for Cindy Sheehan, for Howard Dean, for every one of a hundred thousand people who shut down the goddamn streets back in 2002 so that we maybe might not do this. Make room for any one of the 156 members of Congress who were not chickenshit, who did not fail in their duty, who were not interested in sucking up or knuckling under.

Make room for the reporters who weren’t jerking themselves off about their access at a party. Make room for the bloggers and the writers and the artists and the singers who were told to shut up and sit down if they didn’t want to wave flags around and yell. Make room for the smelliest hippie with the rudest T-shirt you can think of, the one with the book about Che in his Army surplus backpack, because he has more to say about this than you ever should.

Make room for people, even, who admitted their mistakes and tried to fix them. Make room for people who tried, too late, to stop things from getting worse. Make room for John Kerry and John Edwards and everybody who turned around on Bush not in 2005 when it was convenient but in 2003 when nobody could be bothered.

Make room for those still fighting the war. Make room for a soldier or a sailor or a Marine. Make room for somebody who faced actual consequences, whose family might miss a meal, as a result of world events. Make room for somebody who was in danger of something more drastic than mean things being said about them on the Internet. Make room for somebody who didn’t just tour the war zone. Make room for the first guy into the war and the last guy out. Make room for somebody whose boots have dust on them, because he or she will have more to say than you.

Make room for her. And him. And him. And her. Make room for them. For these people. These. And these.

Make room for people who can talk like grown-ups. Your book should be one sentence long. It should say, “I am sorry about all the dead people.”

Have the good sense to say that and go the fuck away, and make room for somebody who matters.

A.

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