Sorry, people – no post this week.
I’m on some industrial-strength antibiotics, and brain is too muzzy/fuzzy to do anything more complicated than a Facebook post.
Back with the Freeper thing next Monday.
Yesterday, as part of an Internet Week New York panel entitled, “The Future of Media”, USA TODAY’s editor-in-chief, David Callaway, was quoted as saying that the newspaper could stop publishing as a daily print product in the next “five or six years”.
I guess it’s not surprising.
And it’s not surprising simply because print media is on the downswing.
That’s the excuse of losers.
The excuse of hand-wringers who have no idea what to do. The excuse of the unimaginative. The excuse of those who don’t have the thrill of challenges & of competition coursing through their bloodstreams.
The excuse of people who buy into the notion that ‘it just can’t be done’.
The excuse of big corporations run by bean-counters.
And that notion that print is dying is, again, a straw man.
Oh, to be certain, for the most part, it is.
No imagination. No competitive spirit. No drive.
People WILL buy pieces of paper with stuff printed on it.
But only if they feel they can’t live without it or it adds an important, welcome addition to their lives.
If you give people something they can’t possibly get anywhere else, they’ll flock to your door. At least millions will & that’s all that’s necessary.
You know, I would accept, from these people, “We just don’t feel like putting out a print paper anymore.” I would accept, “We are taking this opportunity to be the slackasses we have always wanted to be, and fire a bunch of people who do work we don’t understand, because we don’t give a flying fuck anymore.” I would accept that, because it would be the truth.
But don’t give me “kids don’t read” or “everybody gets their news online now” or “print is dying” or “hurr durr digital paradigm.” Don’t lie to me. You don’t want to be an online publication — if you did, you’d be one already. You barely know what the Internet IS. You want to be lazy and you want to be cheap, and you want to do something everybody else is doing because it looks like a shitload of fun and easy money. Which it probably is, if you are Gawker or something.
Everything that somebody else is doing looks like fun and money. You know why? Because you’re not the one up all night getting an ulcer and a mild case of alcoholism doing it. You’re not the one drowning every voice in your head in scotch so you can keep being right and they can keep being wrong and you can keep going broke and they can keep getting rich. Almost no one thinks their own job is fun.
The readers are out there, the customers are out there, and the sales — yes, the sales — are out there, but you have to actually get up in the morning and do a job to get all of those things. It would require shutting the fuck up for a minute about everybody else who done you wrong. It would require quitting your subscription to the trades and letting go of all the consultants who have helped over the years precisely nobody. It would require trusting yourself, and the people around you, and yes, trusting your readers as well.
Plus, I mean, you don’t know your own industry. You had 200 years to learn to newspaper and you let it all go in two decades of unprecedented greed and scorn for your customers. You want people should trust you with another business now? When you’re out there saying, “Our major product … we figure in five or six years it’ll be obsolete and what we’ll do then … who knows, fuckers?”
Here’s an extended excerpt from a 1986 show that features a reunion of the classic early 1970’s lineup. The video is mediocre at best but the sound and performances are stellar:
I’m having mild Mad Men withdrawal symptoms so I thought I’d use the season 6 poster one more time. I suspect my friend Termite is annoyed to have to see her Mad Men bete noir, Megan, but nobody said life was fair. At least her big, scary teeth aren’t showing.
In the midst of my MM withdrawals, I’ve found a pretty swell new teevee addiction on Netflix. The British period gangster show, Peaky Blinders, which is set in post-Great War Birmingham. The show is grittier than a gravel road and has one of the weirdest titles ever. The Anglo-Irish gang involved is based on a real world gang called the Peaky Blinders, which may sound unmanly to the Bloods and Crips but I quite like it.
This week’s theme song, Riding With The King, was written by John Hiatt in 1983. I’m feeling a bit thematically excessive so I’m posting two versions. The first one is by the man himself with Sonny Landreth and the Goners. The second continues our BB-fest and was the title track of the album he did in 2000 with Eric Clapton.
More words and music after the break.
Carly Fiorina’s career seems to based on the upward failure principle. She ran Hewlett-Packard into the ground, fired 30,000 employees, and turned what was once one of the best places in the world to work into an (Ayn) Randian hellhole. But her “candidacy” for the GOP nomination is why Carly Fiorina is malaka of the week.
After failing in business. Fiorina failed in politics. She was banned from the 2008 McCain campaign for trashing the candidate. I’ll give her a mulligan for trashing Sarah Palin. In 2010, she ran for the Senate in California against Barbara Boxer. It was, of course, the teabagger wave election, but Fiorina ran a horrendous campaign and lost by 10 points. It was one of the few bright spots that night as Fiorina took the same shellacking that Democratic candidates did elsewhere.
That’s the track record of someone who thinks she’s qualified to be President. It gets better as shown by this TPM headline, Former Fiorina Staffer: I’d Rather Go To Iraq Than Join Campaign For Prez:
Fiorina, who’s worth an estimated $120 million, didn’t pay high-ranking staffers who worked on her failed 2010 bid for California Senate for more than four years, Reuters found, and she only settled the debts just months before launching her presidential campaign.
As a result, nearly half of her former staffers said they wouldn’t enlist for Fiorina 2016. One anonymous staffer went as far as to quip, “I’d rather go to Iraq than work for Carly Fiorina again.”
Try as I might, not even I can make up shit like this. Fiorina is the latest no-hoper to claim that she’ll run government like a business. Every time I hear that line, I’m tempted to build a fallout shelter in my backyard. My former Mayor, C Ray Nagin spouted the same nonsense. That didn’t work out very well: the Walking Id is now a resident of Club Fed.
The Republicans are building up Fiorina because she can say nastier shit about Hillary Clinton than a man can. That means those dick waving, hawkish, and manly Gopers are hiding behind a woman’s petticoat as Al Swearingen might have said. Actually, he would have added fuck and cocksucker…
The Fiorina campaign seems to be the latest Potemkin campaign staged by a Goper. They run for the nomination to get publicity, sell books, boost their speaking fees, or line up a hosting gig on Fox News. It worked for Huckabee and Newt, after all. Perhaps Fox Business would be interested in a deadbeat former tech executive. There are more than a few Fox talking heads whose careers seem to be based on the upward failure principle, after all.
Fiorina seems to be running a “lean and mean” campaign with the emphasis on the latter. People like to be paid for their efforts, and if you stiff them they’ll pummel you in the press. And that is why Carly Fiorina is malaka of the week.
Today is Dr. A and my anniversary. We’re low keying it tonight by eating some homemade (by lil ole me) beef stew and celebrating tomorrow. I thought it was only fitting to dedicate this Waterboys song to her. The lyrics are quite appropriate. I’m not quite sure where the bumper cars fit in but Mike Scott is as cryptic as Matthew Weiner so there you have it:
You may have heard that potholes are a longstanding problem here in New Orleans. I suspect the rest of you lot have your share as well. A New Orleans group called Fix My Streets has declared today National Pothole Day. There’s already such a day in the United Kingdom, which is celebrated on January, 16. It’s bound to be a perennial holiday there after the re-election of the Tory austerity government. Repeat after me: Posh Boys = Potholes.
I know what you’re thinking: another man/woman made holiday. All holidays are created by someone and this beats the hell out of the ones that want you to reach for your wallet. This holiday asks the guvmint to reach into its pocket and spend our tax money on infrastructure.
What’s an ode to National Pothole Day without some pictures? We begin with one from my yellow blogger buddy Jeffrey who has become a Twitter legend as @skooks. Jeff’s pothole was there from July, 2010 to January, 2015. This still life dates from March, 2011 and is called Pothole sofa:
Speaking of the Tweeter Tube, this is an amusing one:
Now that I’ve got you all riled up and ready to storm the barricades, it’s time to cool you down and give Nick Lowe the last word:
MATTHEWS: You’re the briefer for the president on intelligence, you’re the top person to go in and tell him what’s going on. You see Cheney make this charge he’s got a nuclear bomb and then they make subsequent charges he knew how to deliver it…and nobody raised their hand and said, “No that’s not what we told him.”
MORELL: Chris, Chris Chris, what’s my job, right? My job—
MATTHEWS: To tell the truth.
MORELL: My job—no, as the briefer? As the briefer?
MATTHEWS: Okay, go ahead.
MORELL: As the briefer, my job is to carry CIA’s best information and best analysis to the president of the United States and make sure he understands it. My job is to not watch what they’re saying on TV.
I’ll tell you what your job was. Your job was the same as anybody else’s in the entire fucking White House, the entire government of the United Goddamn States, is today: To keep as many Americans alive as humanly possible for as long as you could. That is the job of the president, his entire staff, every agency established by the government in the history of this country. That is the job. Keep as damn near close to everybody alive as you can. Keep them from dying. That is your basic obligation. That’s it.
Everything else is just smoke-filled coffeehouse crap. The government runs to make sure that people can live. That’s the point. So if you think your job is to push paper or print agendas or make things efficient or do what the president wants, I have news for you: It’s not more important than that basic obligation. That basic obligation is why you are there. Your paychecks may be signed by your boss or your agency director or whoever, but your purpose is something else.
And in this particular case, Mr. Morell, you watched on TV as the president and vice president said shit you knew wasn’t true, and at the time you said nothing.
And thousands of Americans died in the sand.
As they were dying, you still said nothing.
Year after year after year.
So now you come to us with this revelation and expect, what? To be treated gently? To be patted on the head and comforted, as if you were the victim of a terrible crime?
Have you lost your fucking mind? I don’t love Chris Matthews, okay, and he was as guilty as anyone of weaseling around taking a stand on the war one way or the other, but in this case? He’s righter as a human being than you ever were. You were still a human being with an immortal soul, by the way, while you were a CIA briefer, and taking care for that soul’s disposition was your job as well.
You said nothing. Back when you could have stopped it, you said nothing. People were putting their bodies in the streets and getting fired left and right for saying based on their best guess what you could have said with certainty, with force, with full faith and credit. You could have called someone, anyone, even some filthy hippie blogger, and said this isn’t right. They’re lying. And you could have stopped it, or at least done what you could under your obligation as a human being.
What was your job? What was your JOB? What was your life? Two third of all the evil in the world comes from convincing ourselves we are powerless. Nobody could have stopped it, you’d say. Maybe so. But your job was to keep everyone alive. Your job was to try.
Wow…just…wow…the degree of self-delusion. Hell, at least the Pistols admitted it was all a big farce — though one that’s aged a lot better than the shit-burger served up by Team Junior and Dick, along with their waitstaff Judith, David, et al.
The half-assed defense of “but Kerry and Clinton voted for it, too” is just icing on the cake. Do they really think we’ve forgotten, the obvious lying, the smug expressions of contempt for anyone who suggested, one, there simply weren’t any WMDs (even as they admitted it was “just a convenient excuse”), and two, who considered the long term policy ramifications of shattering a very fragile “nation” glued together as a post WWI convenience and primed to fall apart…as we’re seeing right now, and will be paying for, one way or another, for a long time. Christ.
In any reasonable world where accountability actually meant anything, the likes of David Brooks — not to mention Cheney, Wolfowitz, Shrub, and all the rest, would, at the very least, find themselves exiled to some far off, distant, frozen wasteland to live our their remaining years in abject humiliation and contempt, a testament to the consequences of massively lethal fraud…
This post started off as another trip in the Adrastos Wayback Machine to February 8, 2007. That’s when I published one of my favorite Bobby Jindal posts; comparing him to a teevee character both of whom are psalm singing sons of bitches like Diaper Dave. We’ll get there eventually, but Gov PBJ remains the Eddie Haskell of politics: a smarmy creep who kisses up and kicks down.
PBJ is back in the news with his latest pander to religious bigots and the far right of his party. A Louisiana house committee killed the so-called religious freedom act, which spurred the Governor into spurious action:
Just hours after a Louisiana House panel overwhelmingly voted Tuesday to effectively kill one of his priority pieces of legislation, Gov. Bobby Jindal issued an executive order that he said would continue to give life to the Louisiana Marriage and Conscience Act’s intent.House Bill 707 had sought to carve out protections for people who oppose same-sex marriage. The executive order is much narrower in scope, Jindal admitted, and some opponents of the measure have questioned whether the order will have much impact. But after the House Civil Law Committee’s 10-2 vote Tuesday to end the measure’s chances this session through a procedural move, Jindal argued that his possibly temporary order was the “next best thing.”
“It applies to all of the executive branch of state government,” Jindal told reporters minutes after issuing the order. “It will offer good protections for the people of Louisiana.”
Y’all have heard of a fig leaf, right? This is one. Despite all the outrage this action has inspired in the easily outraged sectors of social media, this order is of limited scope and will lapse when PBJ leaves office in 2016 unless his successor gives it CPR.
This is what happens when a Governor has a 32% approval rating, they lose key votes. I’m not sure who’s more delusional, Jindal or Chris Christie. At least Christie is a talented stump performer whereas Jindal has all the charisma of a Jello salad. PBJ keeps serving himself up at church suppers in Iowa but it’s not working. When you’re that unpopular back home, it’s hard for voters to take your candidacy seriously.
Politico ran one of the least surprising political stories ever last week: everybody in Washington hates David Vitter. Hell, I’ve hated him for years. His lead in the polls in the 2015 Gret Stet Goober race isn’t based on likability either, which you would never know from the headline on a piece by Gregory Roberts in the Advocate: Vitter on top in state polls, under fire in Washington.
That headline is silly BUT this quote belongs in the absurdist hall of fame:
It could be that is just the way Vitter is: a stickler for the rules, even if that makes him a contrarian. Everyone’s high school class included at least one kid like that.
A stickler for the rules? The David Vitter who’s best known for a prostitution scandal? David Vitter who I call Diaper Dave and others call the Sinator? Vitter is more like the tattletale who feigns innocence and lets his buddies take the fall when he’s caught than a contrarian. In short, he’s the consummate hypocrite; something one would hope that Roberts, who is the Advocate’s DC bureau chief, would be well aware of.
There’s an old school term for sanctimonious hypocrites like Bitter Vitter: psalm-singing son of a bitch. There are a lot of them around, pretending to be conviction politicians. I wish the MSM would stop falling for their absurd nonsense, but that’s unlikely. They feel obliged to treat the David Vitters of the world as serious people instead of what they really are: players in the theatre of the absurd.
By implying that the only problem with the Iraq War was faulty intelligence, Marco Rubio implies that when the United States has compelling evidence that a hostile dictator is building “weapons of mass destruction,” the correct response is war. This represents a dramatic departure from historical American practice. In the 1940s, Harry Truman—a president Rubio admires—watched Joseph Stalin, one of the greatest mass murderers in modern history, build not just chemical and biological weapons, but a nuclear bomb. And yet Truman did not attack the U.S.S.R. In the early 1960s, John F. Kennedy, another Rubio favorite, watched Mao Zedong build a nuclear weapon, and made the same decision.
What if the response to “he/she/they have nuclear weapons!” was YEAH. AND. SO. WHAT? I mean, we’ve got a shit ton of them and despite the agitation of the Oathkeepers I see no NATO troops in my yard.
The U.S. Supreme Court is expected by the end of June to make a landmark ruling that could make gay marriage the law of the land or return the decision to individual states.
“It’s at the core of the Catholic faith and to imagine how we are going to succeed in our country unless we have committed family life, (a) committed child-centered family system, is hard to imagine,” Bush told the conservative Christian Broadcasting Network show, The Brody File, in an interview broadcast on Sunday.
“So, irrespective of the Supreme Court ruling because they are going to decide whatever they decide – I don’t know what they are going to do – we need to be stalwart supporters of traditional marriage,” said Bush, who converted to Catholicism 20 years ago.
Unless we have committed family life? The fuck do you think people are trying to get married for? What on earth is wrong with you? As for a child-centered outlook, God, you know, it really would help with our success as a country. I look forward to your advocacy for things like universal paid parental leave, expansion of food subsidies for poor children, and meaningful immigration reform.
You fucking schmuck. Child centered family life. So couples who can’t have or don’t want kids don’t contribute to the success of America? Say it to their faces, I dare you. So gay couples who adopt, will they be allowed to get married? How will we prove they really, really want to adopt? Should they have to sign a contract?
Keep making less and less sense, dumbass.
So Chris Cillizza of the Washington Post — whose mission in life is to explain to us how things really work in politics — is rolling along in his “Hillary Clinton is shamefully avoiding the press” column when he cries out to us:
Do you not think it is of value to know how Hillary Clinton spent her time since leaving the State Department? And how the Clinton Foundation handled its business with various donors who would, undoubtedly, still be in the picture if she was elected president? Or what she thinks of the Trans-Pacific Partnership and the fight currently happening in Congress? Or Iran? Or the Middle East?
You get the idea. The role of the media in this process is to show voters who these people are, really, and to explain how these people would govern the country if elected. Like the media or not, that’s a very important role — and one that is essential to a functioning democracy. (My italics.)
The role of the media in this process? What on earth are you talking about, Chris?
You’re supposed to be our super-savvy guide to the way things are in the power game that isnational politics. You are the least sentimental creature to walk that system’s halls… remember? No one can out-realism you! You’re Mister “let me tell you how it really works.” That’s your whole franchise. And yet here you are, bawling about “the role of the media” as if it had some sort of guaranteed status within what reporters (mindlessly) call the process.
Ugh. Whenever I hear somebody bitching about a lack of access all I can think is WORK HARDER.
The most important thing Matthew Weiner learned from David Chase was this: Leave the Russian in the woods. In short, it’s okay to be subtle, ambiguous and leave something to the viewers’ imagination. That’s exactly what Weiner did in the Mad Men series finale, Person To Person. It was something that was lost on the twitterati. It’s one reason I never live tweet Mad Men. That’s okay for sports but Mad Men requires that you put the fucking phone down and pay attention.
Unlike The Sopranos where people didn’t change because it was easier to be a wise guy, the characters on Mad Men *have* changed and evolved over the years. I just re-watched the first two seasons and was stuck by how jerky most of the guys in the bullpen were, even my main man Deadeye Cosgrove. He was not a monumental asshole like Pete Campbell but he was an entitled jerk who thought he was God’s gift to women. It was before he became a GIF dancer I suppose. Oddly enough, Harry Crane was the least jerky guy at Sterling, Cooper so he changed for the worst.
The ending has occasioned the most discussion online and elsewhere, but we’ll get to that after the break. First, a picture of Pete and the Pegster’s farewell:
Suit up, everyone! There’s some drums of Freeper sludge that I’ve pulled out of the “tribalism” section of storage that need to be opened and flushed, so let’s have at it!
Living (as I do) in Texas, I was shocked and horrified this week as I discovered that – Texas has gone faggot!
Attempt to block same-sex marriages in Texas is turned back
Washington Post ^ | 05/15/2015 | Sandya Somashekhar
Posted on 5/15/2015 9:43:14 PM by GIdget2004
The Texas legislature early Friday failed to advance a proposal to prohibit local officials from granting marriage licenses to gay couples, a measure viewed as an effort to preempt an expected U.S. Supreme Court ruling next month regarding gay unions.
The measure died when a Republican campaign to push it through the Texas House before a midnight deadline was stymied by Democratic delaying tactics.
If the measure had reached the floor, it appeared to have sufficient support to clear the Republican-controlled chamber.
To: GIdget2004And Dell Computer fought against this bill? I’m posting on a Dell machine – but not for long!