Whatever, he’s no Vitruvian Man Another series of reports look at the president’s casual disregard for truth and ask if it’s a bug or feature…the answer of course, no surprise, is both, and that’s why most of us couldn’t quite … Continue reading Liar, Con Artist, or Delusional, Unhinged?
Mannequins and ventriloquist’s dummies are scarier than hell. What’s worse than being Dead As A Dummy? If you enjoy reading Pulp Fiction Thursday as much as I enjoy writing it, please click here to learn more about donating to our … Continue reading Pulp Fiction Thursday: Dead As A Dummy
In September of 2009, I got an email from Athenae asking if I’d like to write for First Draft. I figured Scout recommended me so I agreed with alacrity. For better or worse, I’m still here but, more importantly, so are our core readers. Y’all must not have anything better to do with your free time. On a more serious note, I’ve loved my time at First Draft and they’ll have to drag me kicking and screaming out of here. In short, I’m here to stay. I think we have a terrific combination of writers right now. We don’t always … Continue reading Who’s Going To (Fund) Drive You Home Tonight?
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Donald Trump is the worst person ever to live in the White House. He proved it again on Monday with the whole Navajo code talkers-Pocahontas mishigas. It’s not the worst thing … Continue reading The Ugliest American
Trumpeter/Singer Chet Baker was the Jazz matinee idol of the Beat generation. He was handsome as all get out and as cool as a cucumber. Album covers from his prime reflect his status as the Marlon Brando/James Dean/Dean Moriarty of … Continue reading Album Cover Art Wednesday: Chet Baker
I mean us, of course. Remember this? Yeah, it’s real. Today I’m gonna write about our fundraiser because we’ve been doing this Internet thing for 17 years now and sometimes it feels like no time but sometimes I feel like Internet Grandma talking about the good old days when if you knew what HTML was you were like some kind of magic genius and people threw money at you. Well, not really, but it did seem back in 2004 when we merrily threw ourselves into fighting the Bush administration’s bullshit that there was gonna be some kind of knocking down … Continue reading On #GivingTuesday, Consider The Media
Sugar cookies make the best presents. I bake up batches of these and these, give them to people and everyone is happy. A. Continue reading Tuesday Foodblogging: Sugar Cookie Edition
Adrastos on lying to the lyingest liar that ever lied in the White House. Continue reading Gaslighting Trumpy
It’s splitsville, baby!
Flynn Splits from Trump Lawyers
NY times ^ | November 23, 2017
Posted on 11/23/2017, 4:49:06 PM by Heff
A Split From Trump Indicates That Flynn Is Moving to Cooperate With Mueller
**********Any thoughts on this… coming from NYT makes me less concerned however…
So lemme get this straight. Mueller and his Gestapo squad basically telling Flynn to give them something on Trump or they will jail his son.
Flynn fabricates a story. Is caught. Goes to jail. Mission accomplished by Inquisitor Mueller.
THis story is exactly why I kept saying Trump should just shut up and stay off twitter when it came to the investigation
I’ve written before about the decline of local news and how it led to Trump. I’m always yelling on the Twitter machine about how if social media disappeared tomorrow we’d still have Republicans all over the TV so if we can have some hearings about that, it would be great. A couple of links for further reading. First, this: That year, Sinclair created a national news desk to produce segments for stations’ local newscasts, and in 2003 it followed up with a Washington bureau. Sinclair’s political leanings gained more widespread attention in 2004 when Ted Koppel planned to spend an … Continue reading Facebook & Twitter Did Not Elect Trump. Fox News Did.
I always worry we’re not gonna make it and you always, always, always all come through. This means a lot, guys, especially in this rough stretch of a year. Thank you for supporting this place and what we’ve been doing here since ye olden days of 2004. And, since I promised a photo, here’s my own little Reason for Resistance, the smallest critter in our house at the moment, our apple-picking, hot-chocolate-guzzling, no-nonsense-taking, argumentative, fierce brave I-can-do-it-MYSELF Kick. She would says thanks too, but the only thing she knows about the Internet is that it’s where you find kitten videos. So … Continue reading THANK YOU EVERYONE!
It’s hard to write a full-blown Odds & Sods post during a holiday week so I’m not going to try. I did, however, write about the late New Orleans election and overshare about my past this week so there’s that. … Continue reading Saturday Odds & Sods: Let The Night Fall
Della Street has a loud, annoying meow. She uses it to impose her will on her humans: Continue reading Friday Catblogging: Mouthy Tuxedo Cat
If you’re traveling, hope your outbound and return trips are safe; otherwise, here’s to good food, drink, and good company wherever you may find yourself. Cheers. Continue reading Happy Harvest Fest
Adrastos on holidays, past and present. Continue reading Now Be Thankful
I did a search for albums with food-inspired covers. That’s how I stumbled into Home Cookin’. Jimmy Smith was the master of the Hammond organ; one of my favorite instruments. He also apparently liked diner food; as do I. Although … Continue reading Album Cover Art Wednesday: Home Cookin’
When I was in college I became friends with a much older man who was in a position of authority where he could snap his fingers and give me a job. I’d gone to him with a project in which he saw value and promised to see through. We had meetings in his office. He took me to lunch a bunch of times. Talked to me like I was people, told me jokes, laughed at mine. Because I’m an arrogant asshole it never occurred to me that I wasn’t on his level. I thought I had every right to be … Continue reading Poison in the Water
A while back I asked some family members and white childhood friends who they remember as the first person of authority — a person whose opinions they were expected to respect even if they didn’t agree — who wasn’t white, in their lives. Very few remembered anyone at all. I grew up in a fairly segregated town and went to Catholic schools. All my elementary school teachers were white. In high school I had one black teacher and one Hispanic teacher. In college (state school) I had two professors of color, though there were more professors of color teaching, mostly … Continue reading Who Teaches
Adrastos riffs on the New Orleans run-off election and bids adieu to Charbonnet, Gray, Bloom, and Col. Mayonnaise. Continue reading New Orleans Politics: The Bonfire Of The Vanities
I….just….can’t, people. I….just…. I honestly tried. I cruised Freeperville to try to find something that wasn’t crowing-over-Al-Franken and had to shut it off after 3 minutes. So instead, I penned this: On Senator Al Franken and the accusations… So-called conservatives are running around on social media hooting like howler monkeys. They’re not concerned with harassment issues, or they wouldn’t have condoned Donnie Darko’s “grab them by the pussy”. It’s just locker room stuff, after all. Or tour-bus stuff. Or something. Leaving alone the FOX news connection and the interesting fact that her “bombshell” was spoken of by the Stone … Continue reading Today on Tommy T’s Obsession with the Freeperati – EJECT! EJECT! EJECT! edition
Kick and I read books about gardening. We lived in a condo the first three and a half years of her life, but we read books about planting seeds, about training vines to twist and grow upwards, about roots reaching deep for water and branches arching overhead. When we moved to a house last August, I ordered bulbs from a catalog. Blue hyacinths, because my grandmother loved them. Purple tulips for my mother. Crocuses, so we would know when winter was over by their green shoots pushing upward. Kick and I talked about them over breakfast, how we’d pick the … Continue reading Bulbs
You listen: “In this business as a woman I was trained to always keep my mouth shut. I was trained that a woman speaks up she’s a bitch and she’s difficult, if a guy does it he’s strong.” Sackhoff shared her insider’s experience of having been told numerous times to never open her mouth or have an opinion. “I have fought back against it, but I’ve done it terrified,” she said bluntly, “I can’t tell you how many times I was told by my team, ‘Katee don’t be difficult.’ I think we have to face the reality of what the … Continue reading Starbuck Speak
It’s election day in New Orleans. We’re about to make history and elect our first woman mayor. I wish I were more excited about it but as I said Thursday, the campaign has been anything but elevating. I’m more engaged in my District City Council race, which pits Mr. Nice Guy (Jay Banks) against an entitled jerk. The race has gotten heated in the last week as the jerk (Seth Bloom, not Steve Martin) has gotten nervous that he’s going to lose. I sure hope he does. I’ve been feuding with him and his supporters online since they think it’s a good idea to fight with voters. Where they got that idea, I’ll never know. Schmucks.
In addition to being King Zulu 2016, another thing Jay Banks has going for him is the crucial child army endorsement:
With that much cuteness on his side how can he lose? They’re also his neighbors so Jay can harness the powers of the army of darkness at will. Btw, their mother nicknamed them that, not me. It fits: I’ve seen all of them in meltdown mode. If you live in District B, get out and vote for Jay Banks or they’re coming after you. It won’t be deadly, just loud and sticky.
A quick note on the featured image. It’s a section of a Siqueiros mural depicting the Mexican Revolution. In it, we see the dictator Porfirio Diaz who ruled the country for over 30 years. One of my guilty movie pleasures is the 1939 Warner Brothers “bio-pic” Juarez in which nice Jewish boys Paul Muni and John Garfield play Juarez and Diaz respectively. Oy, just oy. It’s a hoot but terrible history as you can see from the trailer:
This week’s theme song is a genuine rock classic. The video for Land Of Confusion is a mini-movie and one of the best of its kind. The use of the Spitting Image puppets is genius. The live version comes from a 2007 reunion tour which shows that Phil Collins has turned into his Spitting Image puppet.
Now that I’ve confused everyone, let’s jump to the break.
We have no good way to talk about this and we never have. As a good friend and feminist scholar told me when the Weinstein scandal broke, “This isn’t about sex. It’s about power. That’s why we can’t talk about it.” And yet it is the sex that draws the attention as we discuss the imbalance of power, so the two remain inextricably linked, creating problems as we continue to have these revelations of misconduct come to light. The latest name added to the list of groping, rubbing, jerking, fondling, grabbing and forcing is Sen. Al Franken. Leeann Tweeden came … Continue reading We have no good way to talk about this and we never have
Della Street in a Coke Zero box. Continue reading Friday Catblogging: What’s Black and White and Red All Over?
Adrastos on the closing days of the 2017 New Orleans mayoral race. Continue reading NOLA Politics: I’ll Be Glad When You’re Dead, You Rascal You
Adrastos on the dumbest Congresscritter’s latest malakatude. Continue reading Louie Gohmert’s Brain Scan
If you’re going all out to create a New Gilded Age, why not recreate contemporary media and make a cover photo? Anyway, that’s Treasury Secretary Mnuchin, his wife Cruella, and what looks like the hired help touching vulgar cash (poor … Continue reading Here’s Looking Down On You
Now that’s a hot babe on the cover. In fact, she’s a bombshell. Continue reading Pulp Fiction Thursday: The Smuggled Atom Bomb
Gret Stet wingnut pitches a Trump-type toddler tantrum on talk radio. Continue reading Malaka Of The Week: Rob Maness aka Col. Mayonnaise