Evan Bayh, Total Sicko

Yes, the aftermath of 9/11 wasTeh AWESOMEST: The second occasion was just days after Sept. 11. Every senator who could make it to Washington gathered in the Senate dining room to discuss the American response. The nation had been attacked. The building in which we sat had been among the targets, and only the heroism of the passengers prevented the plane from reaching its destination. We had to respond to protect the country. There were no Republicans or Democrats in the room that day, just Americans. The spirit of patriotism and togetherness was palpable. That atmosphere prevailed for only two … Continue reading Evan Bayh, Total Sicko

Today on Tommy T’s Obsession with the Freeperati – “Plane Crazy” edition

Good morning everyone. I’ve arranged for everyone to have their own reflex hammer, because this is going to be the Freeper knee-jerk edition to end all Freeper knee-jerk editions. I was sifting through the insanity this Thursday when the fordumb erupted with: MOOSLIM TERRAIST CRASHES PLANE ZOMG!!1! Small Plane Crashes into Office Building in Austin, Texas News 8 Austin ^ | 2/18/2010 Posted onThursday, February 18, 2010 10:25:50 AM bysportutegrl News Alert, single engine plane plows into building in Austin, Texas. Building houses FBI. 1 posted onThursday, February 18, 2010 10:25:50 AM bysportutegrl Freeper prayers immediately go up for the … Continue reading Today on Tommy T’s Obsession with the Freeperati – “Plane Crazy” edition

America, Fuck Yeah!

Three Badgers on this team. I may have a problem here. I may be in love. Rosenbloom, who you should be reading every day if you’re not: Canada out-superstarred the United States. The Americans outplayed the Canucks. Works everytime. The United States was opportunistic on offense and selfless on defense. The Yanks got two goals from Brian Rafalski and one each from Chris Drury, Jamie Langenbrunner and Ryan Kesler, none of them stars, all of them part of the team concept that recalls the choices Herb Brooks made with some runny-nosed college kids 30 years ago. A. Continue reading America, Fuck Yeah!

A Long Taxi Ride: Caprica Thread

p>Jacob: “Your Dad? Has this girl in his private virtual space?” Zoë stares at her, I guess not immediately twigging to the entirety of how fucked up that is, so Lacy takes the next step: “She’s pure avatar, right? Something he invented?” Zoë agrees, because after all if that were a someone they would just take off the holoband. I don’t know if the full sex-doll ramifications of this are supposed to be your first thought, but I mean… These little girls joined acult essentially because they were bored ofkilling/having orgies with each other. They are no more innocent than … Continue reading A Long Taxi Ride: Caprica Thread

Extra

This evening, Dr. A and I will join 17 other members of the sub-krewe of PAN in recreating the 2006 Krewe du Vieux parade for the HBO seriesTreme. PAN’s theme that year was, of course: BUY US BACK, CHIRAC. Jeez, I almost feel like one of those Civil War buffs except I’ll be a French Catholic priest and Dr. A will be a pre-revolutionary fop. KdV 2006 was the first Carnival parade post-K and it featured the late, great Ashley Morris as the mime trapped in the glass. My big-n-boisterous friend Chris Summa will be our mime tonight. I suspect … Continue reading Extra

30 Miraculous Years

Some people mark time by wedding anniversaries or children’s birthdays. Others tend to note how long it’s been since some one graduated or since someone died. My increment is a bit different. Every year, when February rolls around, I raise a toast to the moment in time known as the Miracle on Ice. It’ll be 30 years this week since they took Coach Herb Brooks’ words seriously and realized each of them was “born to be a player” and was meant to be there that night in 1980. They took a one-goal deficit into the third period against the greatest … Continue reading 30 Miraculous Years

Friday Ferretbloging: Bucky vs. the Stuffed Thing from Hell

So. My brother owns a video arcade. I don’t know how to play video games well, so when I go in there togive him shit visit him and his fine establishment, I usually skip the Dance Dance Revolution and just feed money into that claw thing that hauls stuffed animals out at you once in a while. I suck at that, too, but everyone does. Unfortunately, my competitive instincts kick in, and I spend like 20 bucks trying to get something I don’t even really want because not getting it is just pissing me off. Which, recently, led to me … Continue reading Friday Ferretbloging: Bucky vs. the Stuffed Thing from Hell

Reconcile THIS, bitch!

Call your senators. Tell them this, precisely:We do not have time to keep screwing around. America is over it. There’s a thing that will fix our problems, there’s a way to do that thing, the only downside is that Tweety will haz a sad and Joe Lieberman will be upset, and the upside is that millions of people will NOT GET DEAD. And also vote for you. A lot. So go make this happen. A. Continue reading Reconcile THIS, bitch!

In Fact, I AM Here to Talk About the Past

FromAlbum3 Miss Me Yet? Good advice for the Obama administrationhere — don’t bring a knife to a gun fight and especially don’t think you can rely on sober logic when facing off against gun-crazed lunatics, i.e., your modern Rethuglican party. There’s a reason why they do their best Mark McGwire impersonations and refuse to talk about the past eight years: they were a disaster. An unmitigated disaster that by any measure destroyed the credibility of not only idiot George and evil Dick (who needs to be reminded that anything he says these days can and SHOULD be used against him), … Continue reading In Fact, I AM Here to Talk About the Past

The Blogger In The Bubble

It’s been crazy in New Orleans the last two weeks as you can see from the above pictures taken on Lundi Gras by Dr. A. Carnival has a way of taking control of your life until it turns you into a bead grubbing, beer swilling lunatic. I also live inside the Uptown parade route box so I’ve spent the past few days figuring out how to get around town. Eventually, one simply gives in to the lunacy and lives in a bubble. It’s a fun bubble but it interferes with one’s online babble and banter. I’m just catching up on … Continue reading The Blogger In The Bubble

Pagans Suck at Fighting!

Bob Barr, everybody: But I have to tell you, if I were in the Air Force and was being commanded by an officer who practices hedonism as a religion (another part of the definition of “pagan”), and who dances around a circle of stones in the woods carrying a lighted candle, I would be more than a little worried about following him into battle. IfI were in the Air Force and was being commanded by an officer who practices hedonism as a religion, I would be more than a little worried I wasn’t being invited to his sweet, sweet parties. … Continue reading Pagans Suck at Fighting!

He rocked the tassel

Not gonna embrace all of Johnny’s silliness, and I can’t ignore his irresponsibility with respect to wearing fur, nor do I agree “he wuz robbed” by the judges. But for the first time during this whole overdone, and certainly over-commercialized, week of Olympic spectacle, with all the flag waving and all the heartwarming interstitial backstories, with all the drama real and imagined, I stood up and cheered for one ofmy people last night. Finally, Johnny Weir is here! He is wearing a costume that conjures a late night vampire raid on Frederick’s of Hollywood. His neckline ends somewhere around his … Continue reading He rocked the tassel

Happy Democrat photo: Once more, with context

VICE PRESIDENT JOE BIDEN: Well, I– I– I would hope I– look, it’s one thing to be outspoken. It’s another thing to be outspoken in a way that misrepresents the facts. And I– I guess– again, I– it’s almost like Dick is trying to rewrite history. I can understand where the– why that would be– you know, an impulse. And maybe he isn’t– literally, I’m not being facetious.Maybe he’s not fully informed of what’s going on. Imean, the progress we have made. There has never been as much emphasis and resources brought against Al Qaeda.The success rate exceeds anything that … Continue reading Happy Democrat photo: Once more, with context

Political Correctness Run Amok

What Tami Said finally articulates something I’ve been trying to sum up concisely for years: Disdain for “political correctness” is often positioned as a concern that some important truth is not being spoken for fear of offending someone. But that concern is nothing but smoke and mirrors. To invoke “political correctness” is really to be concerned about loss of power and privilege. It is about disappointment that some “ism” that was ingrained in our society, so much that citizens of privilege could express the bias through word and deed without fear of reprisal, has been shaken loose. Charging “political correctness” … Continue reading Political Correctness Run Amok

The Pace is to Blame

Right: Mr. Kouwe says he has never fabricated a story, nor has he knowingly plagiarized. “Basically, there was a minor news story and I thought we needed to have a presence for it on the blog,” he said, referring to DealBook. “In the essence of speed, I’ll look at various wire services and throw it into our back-end publishing system, which is WordPress, and then I’ll go and report it out and make sure all the facts are correct. It’s not like an investigative piece. It’s usually something that comes off a press release, an earnings report, it’s court documents.” … Continue reading The Pace is to Blame

Mean Girl

Frank Rich’scolumn in Sunday’s Times had me scratching my head. It was noBroder-esque droolfest, mind you, but Rich still seems to be giving Palin wayyyyyy more credit than she deserves. What is it with these guys? Broder I can understand being led around by his shriveled 2-inch dowsing rod, but Frank Rich? (Yes, she’s talking about Broder in this pic…) Cunning? Seriously? Don’t get me wrong–I get what Rich is trying to say. But really, how much can Palin do with even the 1/3 of Americans Rich says like her? Hell, even52% of REPUBLICANS think she’s unqualified to be president! … Continue reading Mean Girl

Mattering

The liberal NYT tries its hardest to take the Tea Party seriously: At a recent meeting of the Sandpoint Tea Party, Mrs. Stout presided with brisk efficiency until a member interrupted with urgent news. Because of the stimulus bill, he insisted, private medical records were being shipped to federal bureaucrats. A woman said her doctor had told her the same thing. There were gasps of rage. Everyone already viewed health reform as a ruse to control their medical choices and drive them into the grip of insurance conglomerates. Debate erupted. Could state medical authorities intervene? Should they call Congress? As … Continue reading Mattering

Fandom Disappointment

Again, behavior is behavior. People feel like fandom is an investment, and they begin to feel entitled to access and attention from the object of their worship. This has been going on since the Old Testament, forget country music. You spend your time with someone’s vision, and you start to feel like that time spent and in many cases money spent gives you a say. And it doesn’t. AT ALL. But but but but NO. Back when Harry Potter fandom was infull metal batshit, an online acquaintance started a discussion about why so many Potterfen absolutely did not get that … Continue reading Fandom Disappointment

How Dare You Ruin My Party!

Aww, they took up all the parking! Attending Mass at Holy Name Cathedral was supposed to be one of the final Valentine’s Day weekend treats for Cindy White and her husband, who had traveled toChicago fromHampshire, Ill., to celebrate the romantic holiday. Instead, the couple found themselves wading through nearly 100 men and women who had gathered outside the cathedral this morning to protest the Catholic Church’s opposition to gay marriage and other stances that they see as unjust to gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender people. [snip] “They’re really annoying,” a flustered White said, after pushing her way through the … Continue reading How Dare You Ruin My Party!

This is How It’s Supposed To Work

Read: I’m a fairly liberal Democrat, and during the Bush years, all I wanted from the Democrats in Congress was to obstruct George Bush’s agenda. Thus, with the shoe on the other foot, “obstruction” was exactly what I demanded from my party. I am sure that most Republicans are similarly pulling for their politicians to obstruct Obama’s agenda. “Obstruction”, in other words, is hardly a dirty word in American politics. It’s shorthand for “political hardball”. It’s also shorthand for HOW THIS SHIT IS SUPPOSED TO WORK. Jesus tits. I mean, I really sincerely think this, that nobody elected Democrats because … Continue reading This is How It’s Supposed To Work

Armrests Down

By now you’ve all heard about Kevin Smith.People inspace have heard about Kevin Smith. Hopefully my friend R who works in crisis communications is e-mailing this story around the office and laughing his ass off because YOU DONE STEPPED IN IT NOW, BOYS. And look, before we get a thousand comments about how this one time somebody flopped their lard into your side: Everybody’s gotten jammed into an airplane seat and not had enough room to breathe.That’s the point. Not whether fat people weigh down the plane or block the aisle or infringe on other people’s space that THEY PAID … Continue reading Armrests Down

Today on Tommy T’s Obsession with the Freeperati – “Best laid plans” Edition

Good morning, gentle people. Well, after Kibitzer coughed up a piece of inhaled Freeper “philosophy” and got his entire home town encircled and quarantined by the EPA, I decided that there needed to be a significant upgrade in the iso chamber ventilation system. p>Don’t everybody thank me at once, now. You’ll need these as well: p>OK – Freepers are always full of hopes, dreams, and aspirations which (if not downright evil) are usually unpleasant and just morally reprehensible, but dreams they remain. Perhaps it’s just because of the Magical Thinking they all seem to indulge in, or perhaps it’s because … Continue reading Today on Tommy T’s Obsession with the Freeperati – “Best laid plans” Edition

Olympic Fever

I have it. I have about nine hours of stuff on my TiVo to watch, and just the INTRO from Bob Costas (Costas, of all people) is making me want to cry. I feel slightly guilty, like I should love the summer Olympics equally, like I’m playing favorites or something, but I love hockey and I love figure skating and I love those complete and total lunatics who jump off the ski jumps at like 100 miles an hour. USA! USA! USA! Seriously. A. Continue reading Olympic Fever