Well, nobody’s perfect not even people who need Peeple. Continue reading Today On Bad Idea Theatre: Pope Frank & Yelp For People
Nobody expects the Chaffetz Iquisition. Continue reading Malaka Of The Week: Jason Chaffetz
The psychedelic era was chock-full-o-cool album covers. The Zombies’ Odessey and Oracle is one of those cult records that even cultists like me missed out on. Other than the hit single Time of the Season, the LP vanished without a trace at the time of … Continue reading Album Cover Art Wednesday: Odessey and Oracle
We should listen to our spiritual leaders, always, unless they’re advocating something that would take us out of power, in which case they should just talk nonsense like angels and blessings and “prayers up” and shit: Still, some of those who were listening took issue with his reference to issues Congress considers in its purview, such as climate change. Inhofe, a leading voice denying climate change exists, says that programs to control carbon emissions would hurt the poor with rising energy costs more than they would save the planet. And Sen. Jeff Sessions, R-Ala., warns that the pope might have … Continue reading Everyone In Their Own Box: Pope Francis and U.S. Politics
It is the year of our Lord Baby Jesus the First Keyboarder and we are hearing shit I heard 10 and 20 years ago. The passage of time has not made it less condescending: Still, he insists that mobile devices are used more as search tools than anything else and ultimately won’t be a sufficient replacement for newspapers. “I use these all the time,” Griffin says, laying his hands on a smartphone and iPad. “But I use them to find stuff that I’m looking for, and I read the paper to find out things I don’t know.” He said he … Continue reading Tribune CEO: You Kids Will Love Newspapers When You’re Older
The return of the Grievous Angelle to First Draft. Continue reading Louisiana Politics: Gret Stet Goober Race Tightens
Today on Insult Comedian Theatre, the Donald misremembers 9/11. Continue reading Stupid Shit Donald (The Insult Comedian) Trump Says
The derp continues to pile up in the home of the herp and the land of the Freep. I tried shoveling it into one big pile, but the bucket on the front-end loader sizzled, then fell off.
National poll: Trump at 32%
Twitter ^ | 09/22/2015 | Morning Joe
Posted on 9/22/2015 10:07:02 PM by ScottWalkerForPresident2016Graham: 0%
Santorum: 0%Somebody get the cane and pull these losers off the stage.
I can’t believed(sic) plastic Carly is ahead of Cruz and Rubio. I’m not a huge fan of Marcos, but he did have a good debate and is very knowledgeable on foreign affairs. Cruz is the master on the Constitution. I hope people wake up soon enough to the fakery that is Carly Fiorina.
To: ScottWalkerForPresident2016Reported by MSLSD. I’ll wait ‘till I believe the source.
To: Forward the Light BrigadeDT and BC are not PC. That’s what it’s about.
To: SteveinSATXOne guy I work with says Cruz has “stupid face”.
UPDATE: You all have been incredible! Our Kickstarter for the First Draft Anthology is 90 percent funded, and we have 8 more days to get this thing done. Just ten more backers, ten more copies, and this book will be a reality. I can’t wait to share it with you all. Thanks so much!
I’m not sure how lost these really were but they’re a lot of fun The first four numbers feature the original lineup of Anderson, Squire, Bruford, Kaye and Banks. The final four tunes substitute Steve Howe for Peter Banks on lead guitar: Continue reading Sunday Morning Video: Yes- The Lost BBC Broadcasts
Despite the whole Equinox thing, it’s still summer in New Orleans. I’ve been sweating like Orson Welles in The Long Hot Summer, my Paul Newman days are long gone. In other news, we had our umpteenth boil water order of the year, which means a lot of literal-minded folks didn’t bathe. I’m married to a microbiologist and we, well I, spit on that portion of the order. Even worse than stinky people, the boil orders bring out the same, inane jokes on social media. I wish I could bribe them to make it stop but I can’t. This one, by a crony of mine, is actually not bad:
Dr. A loves the Autumnal Equinox because one can stand an egg upright on the counter. Here’s an old picture of our late, great Torti Window and an egg:
As you can see above, some things never change: our messy housekeeping and the red plastic Proteus cup. Let’s move on to weightier topics.
Pope Frank is visiting America for the first time this week. He may be one of the few people to NOT get booed in Philadelphia unless, that is. some Republican politicians show up there. I’m not a Catholic but Dr. A was raised in the church. Like most sentient American Catholics, she has reservations about the church’s stance on many social issues. The genius of Pope Frank is that he has done what polite people do when there’s an ongoing, onerous discussion: he’s changed the subject. In this case to subjects more congenial to American liberals: poverty and the environment. He hasn’t changed the church’s stands on social issues but he’s signaled that he’s more tolerant and flexible. It’s worked thus far but the most important thing is his warm and pastoral nature. He’s managed to charm this atheist into thinking there’s some hope for the Vatican, after all.
Pope Frank is nothing like Jeremy Irons as Pope Alexander VI aka Rodrigo Borgia who posed the eternal question, “Turds? You brought me turds?”
They were cigars from the New World, not turds. But “Turds? You brought me turds?” became a catch phrase in our house after we binge watched The Borgias on Netflix. In the end, Pope Alexander became a turd/cigar addict. I guess it beats the hell out of being a Cameroonian pigfucker…
This week’s theme song is inspired by both Pope Frank’s visit and the first item after the break. The connection is Paul Simon who wrote The Obvious Child after Pope John Paul conducted mass at the songwriter’s personal shrine: Yankee Stadium,
Crosses in the ballpark, crosses in the ballpark. Why deny the obvious child?
We’ll start with the official video:
Dr. A and I saw the Rhythm of the Saints tour when it came to New Orleans. It was a spectacular show. Here’s Simon and his crack band playing The Obvious Child in Central Park:
I made my peace many years ago with the fact that, as much as I admire him as an artist, Paul Simon is not a very nice man. He’s also a very short, vain man. In the live clip, he’s wearing boots with high heels and a toupee. He stopped wearing the rug about 10 or 15 years ago. I’m not sure if it had anything to do with this:
We go from toupees on the table to crosses in the ballpark. Why deny the obvious child? Something else is obvious at this point, it’s time for the break. See you on the other side of this life.
Everyone from Steven Colbert to the local radio DJs has been enjoying the recent withdraw of Scott Walker from the presidential race. Perhaps the best one was Seth Meyers’ recent poke in which he noted that Walker’s next job would be as the photo in the dictionary next to the word “duuuuuhhhhh.” Walker, however, had a different job in mind: Coming back to Wisconsin to continue fucking up this great state. However, to try to garner more support and to convince people he wasn’t just a shitty bobble head programmed to say only three phrases, he’s working on his new … Continue reading Please Welcome Back to the Stage… SCOTT WALKER!
John Boehner is tired of crying in his beer. Continue reading Speaker Boner’s Withdrawal Method
Claire continues to improve on her meds, and is starting to knock things over and make trouble again. This morning she tipped over a box and I looked at Kick, who was sitting nicely at her breakfast, because I’m used to having only one wild animal in the house and now I’m back to two. A. Continue reading Friday Ferretblogging
It’s hard being Oscar and Della Street, especially when the tuxedo clad devil spends the night body slamming the bedroom door. Here they are catching 40 winks: When It’s Sleepy Time Down South was one of Louis Armstrong’s signature tunes. … Continue reading Friday Catblogging: When It’s Sleepy Time Down South
The Gret Stet Goober race continues to heat up. Make that reheat and rehash because that’s what two of the Republican candidates are doing. That’s right, David Vitter is playing to his strengths as an asshole and reviving one of … Continue reading Louisiana Politics: Angelle Of The Morning Or Fallen Angelle?
From Album 5 The Donald shared his passion for the game — or at least for the yooge [sic] deal that made him the certified owner (“no more mortgage”) of Trump National in Southern California: “God is the ultimate.” Which, I guess, is technically correct. So, maybe Trump is finally starting to fade…maybe. Well…makes me wonder about his real purpose. After all, he managed to keep fairly large numbers of eyeballs glued to the idiot box during the usual August political doldrums… And it sure would be interesting, after he cedes the floor, to follow up with his core supporters, … Continue reading Religious About…Golf
In the immortal words of Richard Thompson: And I can hear you turn the key. And my head’s buried when you see me, in a Margaret Millar mystery. Continue reading Pulp Fiction Thursday: Margaret Millar
In which Adrastos praises Politico Magazine and Alan Brinkley and buries the Insult Comedian. Continue reading Quote Of The Day: Fog Of Trumpy History Edition
Other that to say I told you so about the political silly season, I can’t really top what Athenae, Ed Kilgore, and Charlie Pierce have said about Scott Walker’s exit. I am, however, disappointed that Charlie didn’t use Watching Scotty Blow It as the title for his post, so I stole it. It’s Tom Petty larceny at worst: Continue reading Watching Scotty Blow It
This week on cheesy album covers by good artists theatre, New Orleans’ very own, Louis Prima: I love everything about this deeply silly 1957 album cover from the punny title to the stuffed critters to Prima’s sweater to the price … Continue reading Album Cover Art Wednesday: The Call Of The Wildest
I’ve thought this for years: Juliet:We’re married now, so we have to try and make things better between our families. Romeo:Right. Romeo:It seems I have killed your cousin and am now exiled. Juliet:Ok so since Romeo fucked up I’m gonna fix this shit by taking a harmless sleeping liquid. He’ll come and get me and we can go away together. Romeo:*immediately kills himself* Juliet:For fucks sake. A. Continue reading Juliet Was the Brains of the Whole Operation
What, like you want a GOOD newspaper? His departure, from a position he had held only a year, widened a divide between The Times and its corporate parent. In Chicago, executives saw him as imperious and defiant, imperiling a centralization strategy that had recently saved the company $75 million, according to a figure it provided The New York Times. But to many at The Los Angeles Times, Mr. Beutner and his plan represented ambition and optimism after more than a decade of management turnover, layoffs and cost-cutting that had demoralized many employees and reduced the newsroom from 1,200 to its … Continue reading Man Fired for Doing Good Job, Newspaper Edition
Why can’t they allow the man a little peace, right? Labor tap-dances on Walker’s political grave His longtime foes are delighted by his political misfortune Are anyone’s longtime foes not delighted by that person’s misfortune? If Walker was a flaming liberal and he GOT LESS THAN ONE PERCENT IN A NATIONAL POLL, would Republicans be accused of tap-dancing on his grave then? Or would there be sober think-pieces in which Republicans were quoted as saying they’d seen this coming all along and if only he had listened to them? I mean, organized labor was proved fucking right here, and … Continue reading How Dare Those Unions Politicize Scott Walker’s Political Failures!
In which Adrastos makes fun of the British Prime Minister and his porcine past. Continue reading Malaka Of The Week: David Cameron
Good morning, everyone! There’s so much stored-up Freepitude at this point that I’m going to have to open up an annex to store it, and you wouldn’t believe the EPA paperwork on such a thing!
So, let’s start cracking those gently glowing steel canisters open, shall we?
First up – Bomb, bomb, bomb – bomb bomb Ir-ving!
They do start ’em young…
(no, that’s not the Dallas Morning News article’s headline, just a Freeper trying to be witty. He did make it half-way there.)
Dallas Morning News ^ | September 16. 2015 | Avi Selk
Posted on 9/16/2015 8:26:25 AM by ameribbean expat
Ahmed Mohamed — who makes his own radios and repairs his own go-kart — hoped to impress his teachers when he brought a homemade clock to MacArthur High on Monday.
Instead, the school phoned police about Ahmed’s circuit-stuffed pencil case.
So the 14-year-old missed the student council meeting and took a trip in handcuffs to juvenile detention. His clock now sits in an evidence room. Police say they may yet charge him with making a hoax bomb — though they acknowledge he told everyone who would listen that it’s a clock.
In the meantime, Ahmed’s been suspended, his father is upset and the Council on American-Islamic Relations is once again eyeing claims of Islamophobia in Irving.
Be interesting to know if the kid did this on 9-11.
Another muzzie jihadist yute
testing the waters. Irving (once the home of Texas Stadium) used to be a nice suburb of Dallas. It’s now heavily M&M — Mexican and mooselimb.
To: ameribbean expat
To: ameribbean expat
To: ameribbean expatIt is a clock, you islamophobic American pigs!
To: re_nortexWhat if he is just a kid who really does like to tinker with electronics.I seem to recall something called due process……..
So if I’m reseating an IDE cable, I’m fiddling and soldering?
Plus I lost the little stand an iron once had and did let it dangle, I knew the length of cable. Safer than setting it on a desk.
Dude, you’re almost the stereotypical parody jerks like Colbert and Liebowitz like to rail against when they bring up conservatives. Way to to confirm it.
Because I occasionally agree with him, or think he was treated like crap after 9/11, does not change those facts: Maher made it clear that of course the Texas teen deserves an apology for being arrested over a clock, but said there’s nothing wrong with being a little suspicious when there’s a young Muslim student with something that “looks exactly like a fucking bomb” and there are young Muslims “blowing shit up” all over the world. Young Muslims are not blowing shit up. Desperate, poor, creepative, religiously perverted, nihilistic people are blowing shit up, and Ahmed was none of these things. … Continue reading Bill Maher is a Bigoted, Racist, Sexist Shitbird
Young women, before you make any mention of rape, or rape culture, or how it is bad, you must first cite Susan Brownmiller! I was wondering if you have been following the discussions of rape activism on college campuses. Yes, very closely. In the 1970s we had an extraordinary movement against sexual assault in this country and changed the laws. They [the campus activists] don’t seem to know that. They think they are the first people to discover rape, and the problem of consent, and they are not. Jesus TITS. How exactly should they be demonstrating that they are not the … Continue reading Your Daughters are Beyond Your Command: Susan Brownmiller, Slutwalks, and the Responsibilities of Feminists to One Another
I saw the current edition of the Waterboys earlier this year at Tipitina’s. It was one of the best shows I’ve seen in a long time. Here they are on June 27, 2015 at the Glastonbury Festival in Woody Old England: Continue reading Sunday Morning Video: The Waterboys Live At Glastonbury
We begin with the solution to the mystery of the Huey Long poster above. I found it while doing some research on the Kingfish for this post. Initially, I thought it might be a movie poster but it turned out to have something to do with a circa 2002 game. Huey P. Long as action hero? Why the hell not. It’s certainly a more heroic name than Nigel Pennybone. Thanks to Glenn Louis Devillier and James Wm Ball III for their help with this Huey quest.
We had our annual September cool weather tease last weekend in New Orleans. Summer’s cauldron receded for a few days but the heat is back. Summer heat is a relentless motherfucker in these parts. The tease is a sign, however, that the worst of summer is over and we can start planning for next year’s stupidly early Mardi Gras. Krewe du Vieux rolls on January 23rd. After several temperate years, we may have to layer up like we did from 2006-2010. I’m already sitting shiver contemplating it…
I wrote about the big local news on Thursday, the latest bloodletting by the Newhousian malakas at the Sometimes-Picayune. There is no good way to fire people but mass firings are the worst way imaginable. The purge of 2012 was a PR disaster from which the TP has never recovered and they’re doing it again. Their arrogance and stupidity is staggering. There is, however, enough stupidity to go around; some of the social media chatter involves locals speculating that the Newhouse chain bought the Picayune to destroy it. Wrong. They bought it way back in 1962. Holy slow motion suicide, Batman.
I’m taking this personally. There are human beings involved and I know quite a few of them. Their lives have been turned upside down and the survivors know that their employers don’t give a shit about any of them. That may be the way of corporate America but that doesn’t make it right or even effective. The next time I see Advance Media honcho Ricky Mathews cry copious crocodile tears, I’m going to sic Della and her death ray stare on him:
Saturday Odds & Sods is my version of a comedic variety show, but I’m not feeling as funny ha ha as usual right now. I’m going to muddle through but the post will have fewer entries than usual and may be a bit disjointed since I wrote bits of it before the abattoir on Canal Street was open for business. I guess you’re used to disjointedness at dis joint…
Onward to this week’s theme song. I’ve been listening to a lot of Southern Culture On The Skids (SCOTS to the kids) as an antidote to the bullshit of the week and life in general. If you’re unfamiliar with their music, they’re a punkabilly, alt-country outfit out of North Carolina. Band leader Rick Miller writes some of the wittiest lyrics in rock and roll but he’s NOT the same Rick Miller who played for the Bosox and Angels in the 1970’s and ’80’s.
It’s theme song time:
I may sprinkle a few more SCOTS tunes throughout the post like demented redneck pixie dust. No, make that glitter. You cannot get rid of glitter. More preaching and go-go dancing after the break