Former Gret Stet Fuhrer wannabe David Duke has glommed on to the Tea Party. Duke looks as if he’s had a bit too much plastic surgery: skin peel anyone?
Tim Profitt — the former Rand Paul volunteer who stomped on the head of a MoveOn activist —told told local CBS station WKYT that he wants an apology from the woman he stomped and that she started the whole thing.
“I don’t think it’s that big of a deal,” Profitt said. “I would like for her to apologize to me to be honest with you.”
“She’s a professional at what she does,” Profittadded, “and I think when all the facts come out, I think people will see that she was the one that initiated the whole thing.”
What a fucking cesspool this guy’s head is. I mean, who does that? She’s a professional at what she does? Making you look like a complete fucktard? You don’t need a pro for that, slick. You’s doin’ just fine on your own. All what facts will come out? That she paid you $100 to throw her down and stomp on her head? Because unless she did exactly that, there’s pretty much no way you come out of this NOT looking like a total douchecanoe.
“Bitch made me do it” isn’t even an original defense. God.
… Guy gets on a train with a box, airholes in the side. The man he sits down next to asks him about it, and he admits that he’s got a mongoose in there. Dude B is like, “Not something normal, like a bunny or acat?” No, there’s more to the story. “It’s because of my older brother. He’s a drunk, among other things, and at this point he’s just completely out of his tree. He sees serpents, everywhere. Everywhere he looks, he’s seeing these snakes and they make him terrified.” And Dude B is like, “So they’re imaginary?” Yeah. “So then why the mongoose?” And the first guy smiles and looks very meaningfully at the box, which is empty. “Imaginary mongoose.”
The whole Lauren Valle getting stomped by a Paultard story gets weirder by the moment. The video clip I saw Tuesday night on MSNBC showed the blows (kicks?) landing harder than I previously thought. Holy concussion, Batman.
The stomper, Tim Profitt, was a Paul campaign lackey and Ms. Valle has asserted that the Paultards knew who she was. I believe her.What I don’t believe is the stomper’s ridiculous explanation for why he assaulted Ms. Valle: back pain. Talk about preposterous piffle. I have a bad back but it’s never led me to stomp anyone; especially not a woman wearing glasses and a wig. I wonder if Profitt’s next lame excuse is that he has a pathological fear of blond wigs, which caused him to commence stomping.He could call it Kim Zolciak syndrome. Fuck you, Mr. Profitt, you’re a shitbag who assaulted someone and is now trying to lie your way out of it.
This is the second time in a week that teanut goon squads have roughed someone up. This episode was particularly egregious as it involved Ms. Valle being tackled and then stomped on. The teabaggers, of course, are blaming the victim. Rand Paul’s statements have been ludicrous in attempting to blame this assault on “political passion.” Fuck you, Rand and the horse you rode in on.Someone should send this malaka dead flowers…
Rand Paul is the scariest of this year’s crop of tea party extremists. Why? He’s smart and a genuine zealot with an overweening sense of entitlement. Watching him smirk his way through the campaign has sent chills up and down my spine. I’ve come to realize that he’s George W Bush with a brain: a frat boy who reads Ayn Rand is just as dangerous as one who doesn’t read at all. The analogy is perfected when I contemplate their fathers: both Poppy Bush and Ron Paul are wrong on many issues but not terrible human beings. Their sons on the other hand…
For the last two years, we’ve had to endure the Right’s overwrought and factually impaired comparisons of Obama to Hitler. I hate Nazi analogies and *almost* never make them but the spectacle of two teabaggers assaulting a young woman outside a debate makes this an exception to that rule. The teabaggers are usually more into *threats* of violence but there’s a wildness in the air this cycle that makes me want to pass out brownshirts to Rand Paul and Joe Miller’s teathugs. Btw, Rand’s brownshirt is size extra smug…
This is America: debating, heckling, hollering and picketing one’s opponents is how the game is played during a campaign. Then, on election day we try to beat the shit out of the opposition at the polls and accept the election results even when they’re not to our liking. We do not settle our political disputes with street violence and veiled hint abouts “Second amendment solutions.” The so-called “constitutionalists” of the GOP are out to destroy everything that decent Americans hold dear. President Obama has disappointed many of us who supported him in 2008 BUT he tries to do the right thing for the country. His most extreme opponents don’t care about what’s good for the America they claim to love; all they care about is their scary brownshirty ideology. Fuck them and fuck Ayn Rand too.Atlas Shrugged, my ass.
Vanity Fair has posted an hilarious spoof of a beefcake calendarthat features nuts; Republican wingnuts to be specific. They run the gamut of Goopers but I’m only posting Mr. September who is a man so callow and gawky that not even photoshop can make him look good. He’s also the not so great Governor of the Gret Stet of Looziana, PBJ:
The 2010 edition of the freak show keeps spinning out of control.Some lefty had the nerve to try to present Rand Paul with a mock award before his final debate with Jack Conway. She wound up with some creep’s footprint on her head:
Well, that certainly redefines Southern hospitality. I wonder if the news director of that local Fox station got an angry call from Roger Ailes or one of his underlings.
It’s a good thing that the stomper was wearing sneakers when he stepped on the lefty’s head or she could have been seriously hurt. I can’t wait to hear how the wingers spin this one: they’re always right, after all. I suspect they’ll claim the lefty attacked the Paultard’s foot with her head…
With President Obama in office, some notable beneficiaries of the Democrats’ 50-state strategy have been antagonizing the party from within — causing legislative stalemate in Congress, especially in the Senate, and casting doubt on the long-term viability of a Democratic majority. As a result, the activists who were so inspired by Mr. Dean in 2006 and Mr. Obama in 2008 are now feeling buyer’s remorse.
Margaret Johnson, a former party chairwoman in Polk County, N.C., helped elect Representative Shuler but now believes the party would be better off without him. “I’d rather have a real Republican than a fake Democrat,” she said. “A real Republican motivates us to work. A fake Democrat de-motivates us.”
Ms. Johnson is right: Democrats would be in better shape, and would accomplish more, with a smaller and more ideologically cohesive caucus. It’s a sentiment that even Mr. Dean now echoes. “Having a big, open-tent Democratic Party is great, but not at the cost of getting nothing done,” he said. Since the passage of health care reform, few major bills have passed the Senate. Although the Democrats have a 59-vote majority, party leaders can barely find the votes for something as benign as extending unemployment benefits.
First off, what incentive do conservative Democratic senators have to work with the rest of the party? They know Harry Reid is never going to have the stones to push things through on reconciliation, because then Republicans will say that he is mean. They know he’s never going to make Republicans actually filibuster anything, as in stand there for 10 hours reading the phone book, because then Republicans would say that he is mean. They’re certainly not afraid of Obama calling them into the Oval Office and bitchslapping them, or endorsing challengers primary or otherwise, or taking their perks away, because they know Republicans would say Obama is mean.
So what incenctive do they have to come on board? I can’t blame them for acting the way they do. They have an advantage and they’re pressing it. Would that some of their ideological foes within their own party had those kind of nuts. The kind that would have Reid and Obama saying to whiny I’m-a-Democrat-but-not-really bitches that you’ll vote with us or we’ll help make you unemployed because we don’t need you fuckers stabbing us in the back when lots of people are lining up to stab us in the front. The kind that would have booted Joe Lieberman from the caucus two years ago. The kind that would have told Ben Nelson where to stick his pro-life credentials. The kind that would have told Blanche Lincoln where to be and when and what would happen if she failed to show up.
Instead of bashing Blue Dogs and their allies for having courage, why don’t we ask where the courage of actual Democrats is? Because they’renot displaying a whole shitload of a lot of it lately:
The run against the Democratic party thing didn’t workso well in 1994 and to the extent that it’s being used now (not nearly as much from what I see) it probably won’t work either. It’s something that can work for individual politicians, but if too much of the party is doing it then it’s completely self-destructive. We had a decade or more when a significant portion of the party could have been called Democrats against Democrats.
I was writing up this piece for Sirens yesterday afternoon and thinking about how well I remember the 90s. People, not to date myself but I was in high school for the early 90s, so we can’t exactly call my political instincts at the time especially advanced. Nevertheless, I did understand that deserting your suddenly-uncool friends in an effort to make the cool kids like you NEVER WORKS. Not only do the cool kids still hate you because you used to hang out with those losers, the losers now won’t talk to you, and people who don’t have a dog in the fight think you’re a totally gutless fucking asshole for turning on your pals like that.
It is actually the only way to make yourself universally unpopular, and yet they do it every goddamn time thinking it’ll work this once.
Meg Whitman recently waxed nostalgic about the “good old days” in California when she arrived in 1980. Jerry Brown fired back with one of the best ads by a Democrat this election cycle. Pure political genius:
Anyone experiencingMad Menwithdrawal symptoms? I sure as hell am after mainlining season-4. I’m jonesing to write a wrap up post but the show’s a wrap so there’s nothing to wrap up.In lieu of that, here’s a nifty article from the San Francisco Chronicle about aMad Men course at UC Berkeley:
“Mad Men” is a television series about a time in the early ’60s when sexual harassment in the workplace was the norm, and people smoked cigarettes with abandon. It’s also an unlikely source for a history lesson. But it’s exactly where dozens ofUC Berkeley students are turning to learn more about an era many of them find intriguing.
The cult hit is the subject of a new course on campus exploring the lives of the show’s cocktail-swilling, social-climbing advertising executives on New York’s Madison Avenue.
Those who want to oust the three justices argue that by striking down a law banning gay marriage, the high court in effect, amended the state constitution, which can only be done through a referendum. They say the justices were legislating from the bench, and should therefore be removed.
“We are going to send a message all the way across America. These judges are rogue judges and they’re arrogant,” Iowa Republican Rep. Steve King told the crowd Monday, standing in front of a bus emblazoned with the justices faces with the word “No,” superimposed on them.
Des Moines resident Art Arrett, who attended the rally, said legislating should be left to legislators, not judges.
“It’s not their job to make laws,” Arrett said.
Sunday’s A-1 photo featured an American flag in a trash can outside of a home that was in the process of going through a short sale.
The article by reporter Jesse Bogan focused on foreclosures in the Briarchase subdivision in O’Fallon, Mo. The subdivision is representative of the crisis taking place across the country.
The image has drawn more than two dozen letters and comments from readers. Some strongly objected to the image and others saw it as symbolic of the crisis.
I have to say I didn’t like seeing a flag in the trash, which was why I photographed it. Part of me was pleased to have found the situation because I knew I could make an image that spoke about the foreclosure mess. I believe the photo does a good job of illustrating the seriousness of the story. For me, it is symbolic of the American dream of home ownership that has fallen to pieces for so many people who have been hit hard during this recession.
Others wanted to know if I had “staged” the photo or why I didn’t remove the flag when I saw it or after I was done photographing it.
As a journalist, I’m bound by ethics to only record and document reality. I never stage it or change it, even after I’m done photographing it. There are only rare exceptions when a journalist can and should intervene, like in a life-threatening situation. For example, if I were available to help save a drowning person I’d dive in after them.
Several people questioned my respect for veterans and all they have fought for over the years.
I have great respect for veterans and their service. Both of my grandfathers fought in World War II, and my father served on the U.S.S Enterprise during Vietnam. While I never served in the military, I traveled to both Iraq and Afghanistan to cover American and NATO forces in those wars. On top of that, I’m named after my father’s best friend, David Gray Prentice, who was killed in Vietnam.
Others felt it was disrespectful to show a flag thrown in the trash. I understand why some people feel that. The American flag is iconic and has the ability to stir strong emotions. If the image I created of the flag in the trash moves you, then I have done my job. I would argue that apathy is a far greater threat to the flag and the ideals that it stands for.
Which, fucking WORD, okay? You know, we spend so much time avoiding getting het up about the actual suffering and misery around us, so much time convincing ourselves there’s nothing we can do about anything, and you know what happens? We wind up freaking out over a flag picture. Because that’s all that’s left to freak out about. A flag picture. What kind of mustard the president likes. Who the neighbors are allowed to marry. That’s what gets the readers of a newspaper all in a tizzy.
Because, you know, people are basically good. We do have energy we need to expend in considering things that are not our own navels. We have impulses to do good and we have compassion and we have an urge to alleviate suffering. And so what those who profit from the opposite of all of that have to do is convince us to direct those impulses, that compassion, all that energy, at shit that makes no difference whatsoever. You end up with letters to the paper about how a flag in the trash is disrespectful to veterans, because it’s throwing the flag for which they fought away.
You know what else is disrespectful to veterans? Turning the entire country for which they fought into a big trash heap and throwing everything that makes it great onto that great big pile of shit. Letting a bunch of moneyed monsters run roughshod over people’s lives, take their homes, cheat their children and starve their grandparents. Turning homeownership into just another way to break people. Seventeen foreclosures in one subdivision, is what that story was about, but hey, let’s get mad at the photographer for taking a picture that, it just so happens, perfectly illustrates exactly how screwed we are right now as a country. Let’s not get mad at the screwing, or who’s doing it, or the form it’s taking. Let’s write the photographer an angry note about how we’re pissed that he’s putting it in the paper.
Because that’ll help.
BP and several other big European companies are funding the midterm election campaigns of Tea Party favourites who deny the existence of global warming or oppose Barack Obama’s energy agenda, the Guardian has learned.
An analysis of campaign finance by Climate Action Network Europe (Cane) found nearly 80% of campaign donations from a number of major European firms were directed towards senators who blocked action onclimate change. These included incumbents who have been embraced by the Tea Party such as Jim DeMint, a Republican from South Carolina, and the notorious climate change denier James Inhofe, a Republican from Oklahoma.
Leaving aside the original writer’s laughable contention that Christian kids are just too centered on Jesus Christ to kill themselves (as if God is some kind of suicide prevention hotline), why on earth would you puff out your chest and be all, “We get bullied, too!” Does it look like fun to you? Do you want in on being one of the most hated demographics in the land? Want to hear your “lifestyle” denounced from the pulpit? Want to be fired from your job, evicted from your home, kicked out of the military, beaten up and maybe murdered just for walking around as yourself? Are you saying wow, get me some of that?
I get that these people are just pissed they can’t persecute others without at least one or two people calling them dicks. I get that they want recognition for suffering because they think that’s the only way to earn any attention in the world. I get that they can’t stand not being the center of the universe.
I get all that, but I take this stuff on its face because that’s how it becomes ridiculous: You’re demanding entry to the Suffering Olympics when you should be on your knees thanking your Godyou don’t have to play. These people, who hit the genetic jackpot, would rather concentrate on how miserable they still are than use their privilege and power to make sure no one else is miserable either. It makes no sense to me.
All right, everyone – time to crack open that airlock door and examine some of the amazing effuvia that passes for discourse at the bastion of bastardly, Free Republic. ISO suits on? Air bottles hooked up? Let’s dive right in!
Dontcha just love the way they put quotes aroundthat word?
Posted on Wednesday, October 20, 2010 11:50:29 AM byIntolerantOfTreason
Virginia Beach is the biggest city in Virginia, and the hometown of the state’s current Republican Governor, Bob McDonnell. Now it’s also home to the latest example of a racist email forward destroying a prominent conservative’s political credibility and possibly career.
As the progressive Blue Virgina blog reported Monday — and I independently confirmed from one of the recipients Tuesday — Virginia Beach Republican Party chair Dave Bartholomew forwarded a racist email comparing African Americans to dogs. The email, subject line “my, dog,” consists of a racist parable about African Americans and welfare. In the first 24 hours since the email came to light, Democrats condemned Bartholomew and he resigned his position with the Republican Party.
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Well, we’re off to a pretty good start., Intolerant Of Reason – you managed to get your own initial post comment removed, One can only guess.
“In the first 24 hours since the email came to light, Democrats condemned Bartholomew and he resigned his position with the Republican Party.”
NOTE: the above ONLY happens when it is a member of the Republican Party.
This thread has no home here.
What do you mean? This is a Republican being forced to resign by screeching pc-obsessed liberals; if it’s not on-topic here, it’s not on-topic anywhere!
(or do you mean I’ve put this in the wrong topic/category/keyword? If so, apologies)
HA…I sent that joke to a few people yesterday…SOME people need more to do with their time …or as my Mother would say…”If the shoe fits, wear it”
The joke “could” be considered racist, if you really wanted it to be racist.
Many peoplewill consider it racist, and not just liberals. The guy who emailed it is a fool, and he’s just done his little bit to help a Democrat in this election.
And on the local news it was reported that Bartholomew forwarded this e-mail with the joke back in MARCH. Yes, March. So why is this coming to light just now, two weeks before the election?
Is this supposed to be the local “October surprise” from the Dems? Just goes to show to what levels the libs will stoop.
Also, read the joke. The truth hurts, doesn’t it?
I just got this email from a good friend who has the same kind of dog I own. Her dogs are beyond spoiled and pretty much live the life described in the joke.
See?? It’s really a joke abuotdogs who are black, unemployed, lazy, and don’t know who their fathers are!
He saw it on the LOLdawgs site.
There is NOTHING racist about this email if it’s the one I got. I’d post it, but don’t want this removed due to hairtrigger nerves.
For ANYONE to equate this cute slap at democrats with an attack on black Americans is ludicrous in the extreme.
I found the email in question.
Remove one word, “black”, and all it is is a litany and a mockery of your typical democrat dependent voter’s social profligacies.
I’m somewhat less pessimistic about the upcoming election than most Democrats. I’m starting to feel pretty good about the Senate race in Pennsylvania. Joe Sestak is an appealing candidate and I think he’ll squeak (eke?) out a win: Specter was a no-hoper as well as a lifelong malaka.
Anyway, this song is dedicated to Sestak and his people. Go out there and kick some wingnut ass, y’all:
I’ve been a lapsed baseball fan for a few years but I grew up a fanatical San Francisco Giants fan. They were my hometown team and I saw 20-30 games a season for many years. This year’s improbable champions melted my icy blue heart and I’ve fallen hard once again for my true sports love.
It’s time, however, for the Giants to win the World Series already. They’ve had so many great players and teams that many people don’t realize that they’ve never won since moving West and last won it all in 1954. 56 fucking years. That’s right: they played in the fucking Polo Grounds, it’s been that goddamn long.
Make it work, guys. Go Giants.
Finally, here’s a clip from the great but short-lived sitcomSports Night. It was Aaron Sorkin’s first great teevee show:
What’s the sickest you’ve ever been?
Not counting a blinding migraine every once in a while, I’m lucky enough to be decently healthy. But a few years back I got the flu, and strep throat, at the same time, and managed to make it a crisis by being an idiot. Because at the time my sick regimen was “take NyQuil, sleep 14 hours, get up and go back to work,” I kept taking NyQuil and sleeping and not, you know, eating or drinking anything.
After two days of this during which I could not BELIEVE I wasn’t feeling better, I had a deliriously high fever and Mr. A pretty much shoveled me into the hospital. I was dehydrated, anemic and very, very freaked out. Two LITERS of IV fluids and three kind of blurry days of rest & soup later, I felt good again. To this day it’s the most efficient diet I’ve ever been on. I lost 7 pounds.
Now when I get sick I take handfuls of vitamin C, drink water and Gatorade whether I want to or not, and get more rest than normal. I feel like a pussy, but it keeps me out of the ER.
And neither am I but congratulations to the Texas Rangers for making the World Series. I’m glad the Yankees lost. I do hate Dallas though. My favorite cousin lives there but Dr. A and I were there for 2 weeks of Katrina exile and I hate the frakking metroplex with a fine fury. Mixmaster, my ass.
I do have a master plan: my Giants will advance and kick some red state ass. Sounds most satisfying. I do, however, love me some Lyle: