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Monday, September 24, 2012

How Very French Of Us
Posted by Jill | 5:50 AM
Mr. Brilliant and I have an agreement. It's the kind of agreement couples usually don't make unless they are French politicians, but we have agreed to it. It might not be right for you, but it's right for us. The agreement is this: I don't say anything about his Age-Inappropriate TV Girlfriend and he doesn't say anything about my Age-Inappropriate TV Boyfriend.

If your husband has to have an Age-Inappropriate Girlfriend, a TV one is the best kind to have, because she's not likely to call your house and pretend you don't exist, or burn your child's bunnyrabbit. And she's only around for an hour or two a day, if that, because she has your own life. And if the TV Girlfriend is not just pretty but also smart, snarky, and on a compatible side of the political fence, it's kind of hard to object.

That MSNBC's Alex Wagner is five years younger than Linda Ellerbee, who was Mr. Brilliant's original TV girlfriend back in 1983 when we met, was at the time, is somewhat troubling. But being the tolerant person I am, I'm not going to sweat it, even though Wagner is age-inappropriate in the opposite direction of what Linda Ellerbee was when Mr. B. was twenty-eight. Because I kinda like Alex Wagner too (though in a very different way), and because it's clear that Wagner's crush on former Pandagon blogger and current WaPo Broderian Wonk Ezra Klein is strong and true*, and because for four hours on weekends, we both spend time with MY Age-Inappropriate TV Boyfriend, Chris Hayes.

Here's just an example of why:



*I like to tease Mr. B. about the judgment of any good progressive female who can't recognize Ezra Klein's creeping hacktacularness and resulting obvious lust for the roundtable of George Stephanopoulos' weekly Mouse Circus (™ Driftglass).

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Wednesday, November 09, 2011

What would happen if YOU yelled at YOUR boss like this?
Posted by Jill | 7:33 PM
Teabagger Rep. Joe Walsh forgets for whom he works:



Now I know I get a bit cranky when I'm hungry, but then I'm not a United States Congressman. Color me skeptical when Walsh tries to explain his rant by claiming it's because he was in need of a pancake. That $132,329 in campaign contributions from banks and financial companies had nothing to do with it.

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Saturday, August 06, 2011

Saturday Morning Snark
Posted by Jill | 8:48 AM
Somewhere in California, Trey Parker and Matt Stone are howling with laughter:




And that differs from these.....how?




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Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Baby. It's what's for dinner.
Posted by Jill | 5:43 AM
I Can Has Babeeburger?



Nom nom nom nom nom.

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Saturday, February 12, 2011

Coming soon to the Hell on Earth Decaplex
Posted by Jill | 6:28 AM
Another reason to go on living:



Sayeth Digby:
And I just can't buleeeve that Brad Pitt didn't fight for the role of a lifetime. Or anyone recognizable for that matter. What, Gary Sinese and Kelsey Grammer had scheduling difficulties? And I think Angie Harmon would have been fine as the toothsome Dagny if she could be spared from her obscure cable TV series. I guess the Hollywood liberal conspiracy runs so deep that they couldn't even hire the handful of quasi-famous C-list conservative celebrities for the most important wingnut movie of all time. Sad.

They were all too busy doing Total Gym commercials, I guess.

In today's rush-rush world, if you don't have time to actually read the book, everything you need to know about it is here.

I have, in fact, read the book. I had the misfortune in the years before Mr. Brilliant came along lo these nearly twenty-eight years ago to restore my sanity, to date a committed libertarian, who dragged me to Ed Clark speeches and insisted I read this claptrap. It was bullshit then, and it's bullshit now.

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Friday, December 17, 2010

Why we are the way we are
Posted by Jill | 6:12 AM
Because we cut our teeth on TV commercials like this one:



That's one twisted ad. Stan Freberg did some of the most demented TV commercials of the late 1950's and early 1960's. I know this is usually DCap's territory, but I'm treading on it today.

Here's another one:




And more:






We come by our snark naturally.

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Saturday, December 12, 2009

Trying to make the world a better place for Lewis Black, who says that Hanukkah sucks
Posted by Jill | 8:39 AM
When a flash mob and a singer who sounds like Weird AL Yankovic can't make Hanukkah cool, I'm not sure there's any hope:




Well, maybe there is, except that it took Tom Lehrer to do it, decades ago:



I'm sure Digby will like that one.

But I've seen this PSA on TV and I can't for the life of me figure out what CBS was thinking:



Of course maybe this is a glimpse of the future, where health care will be something you give as a gift.

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Friday, December 11, 2009

If poker, why not MLD?
Posted by Jill | 9:10 PM
As if it weren't bad enough that ballroom dancing is now an Olympic "sport", there's a push towards including poker in the Olympics. Yes, I'm talkin' poker -- that game played by guys in John Deere hats on ESPN, a spectator sport that to me is right up there with golf (pre-Tiger Woods scandals), Punkin Chunkin and Tractor Pull in the realm of Why The Hell Would Anyone Waste Their Time Watching This-ness.

But if poker can be mentioned in the context of the Olympics, then I think a game which epitomizes the joys of his holiday season ought to be considered as well.

I'm talking about Major League Dreidel. If you watched the Lewis Black Christmas Special on (for some reason) The History Channel, you saw MLD in action. But it's for real, and it's going on at the Knitting Factory in Brooklyn this weekend, Saturday night at 7 PM:

This year's third annual MLD competition will take place Saturday at Knitting Factory in Brooklyn with 124 contestants vying for the longest spin on the new specially designed game board that Pavony calls "the Spinagogue."

"Not only did we reinvent the dreidel for tournament play, but we also now have a game board so you can practice at home," said Pavony, who calls himself the knishioner of MLD. "It also comes with a dreidel baseball game and skee-ball game."

The Spinagogue ($39.95), like No Limit Texas Dreidel ($19.95), is available on Rivlin Roberts' Modern Tribe site, along with a slew of other Hanukkah-related items, including a holiday album by Gods of Fire, an MLD-related band that will perform at Saturday's event.

"What we're trying to do is renew these traditions and make them more recognized and relevant," said Pavony, who hopes to introduce his game to Hebrew schools in the future. "But we're also about fun and competitions. As we say, 'no gelt, no glory.' "

OK, it's not the sort of thing that'll make you as badass as, say, joining the Israeli army, but you have to admit that there's a certain Jewish gonzo about the idea of Major League Dreidel -- a concept that sets the old joke about the world's thinnest book being one about Great Jewish Athletes on its ear, Sandy Koufax and Hank Greenberg notwithstanding.

So why not take Chanukah, which starts tomorrow night, away of the forced festivity that comes when you take a minor festival characterized by lighting some birthday candles, frying up some potato pancakes and eating cheap chocolates wrapped in foil that will cut your fingers every time, and set it up against the 800-pound gorilla that is Christmas (or, if you prefer, Yule, Now With Added Jesus). I'm not knocking latkes by any means; I enjoy a patty of crisp fried potatoes, onions and matzo meal as much as the next person. But when you think of all these people in mixed marriages talking about how they're going to "raise the children with both, and let them decide", what do YOU think they're going to pick? The hype-filled ubiquitous thing that involves unlimited presents brought by a creepy old childless fat man who comes down your chimney and doesn't even ask you to get in the car, cookies and candy and a big turkey dinner.....or eight presents, latkes, a little bag of cheap chocolate, and a top.

Lewis Black explains just why Chanukah is so lame when you're a kid:




So whether you think it's possible for anyone to take the little tiny top that is called dreidel and make it cool, you can't knock the purveyors of Major League Dreidel for trying:



Well, then, maybe you can.

(Note to the humorless: I am allowed to post this under the It's Ok To Knock Your Own Team rule.)

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Sunday, June 28, 2009

Insert your own snark here
Posted by Jill | 12:20 PM
They're dropping like flies....I'm sorry the man is dead, but I was tired of getting yelled at by a commercial pitchman all the time:
Tampa police say Billy Mays, the television pitchman known for his boisterous hawking of products such as Orange Glo and OxiClean, has died. He was 50.

Authorities say Mays was pronounced dead Sunday morning after being found by his wife at home. There were no signs of a break-in, and investigators do not suspect foul play. The coroner's office expects to have an autopsy done by Monday afternoon.

Mays' wife, Deborah Mays, says the family doesn't expect to make any public statements and asked for privacy.

If there's an afterlife, I hope the TVs have fast-forward through the commercials.

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Monday, May 25, 2009

Why stop here? Why not just line us all up when we turn 62 and shoot us?
Posted by Jill | 7:24 AM
Or better yet, take a tip from the Nazis and build gas chambers. Then round up anyone born between 1946 and, say, 1960 (because after all, we don't want to have to deal with pesky things like Keith Olbermann being born in 1959, or President Obama being born in 1961, or Jon Stewart being born in 1961, or Stephen Colbert being born in 1964 -- the "official" end of the baby boom.

Perhaps that would make people like Robert Samuelson happy:
It's increasingly obvious that Congress and the president (regardless of which party is in power) will deal with the political stink bomb of an aging society only if forced. And the most plausible means of compulsion would be for Social Security and Medicare to go bankrupt: trust funds run dry; promised benefits exceed dedicated payroll taxes. The sooner this happens, the better.

That the programs will ultimately go bankrupt is clear from the trustees' reports. On pages 201 and 202 of the Medicare report, you will find the conclusive arithmetic: over the next 75 years, Social Security and Medicare will cost an estimated $103.2 trillion, while dedicated taxes and premiums will total only $57.4 trillion. The gap is $45.8 trillion. (All figures are expressed in "present value," a fancy term for "today's dollars.")

The Medicare actuaries then dryly note what would happen once the trust funds for Social Security and Medicare's hospital insurance program are depleted: "No provision exists under current law to address the projected [Medicare] and [Social Security] financial imbalances. Once assets are exhausted, expenditures cannot be made except to the extent covered by ongoing tax receipts." Translation: benefits would fall. Social Security checks would shrink; some Medicare bills wouldn't be paid in full—and the shortfalls would progressively worsen. Retirees would scream. Hospitals might shut. No president or Congress would abide the outcry; even the threat of imminent bankruptcy would rouse them to action. But restoring the programs' solvency would confront Congress and the White House with fundamental questions.

In 1940, life expectancy at birth in the U.S. was 61.4 years for men, 65.7 for women; by 2008, the comparable figures were 75.4 and 80. So, as health and longevity improve, when should people stop working and be entitled (from which comes the noun "entitlement") to receive government retirement subsidies? Stripped of popular euphemisms ("social insurance," "entitlements"), that's what Social Security and Medicare mainly are. If that's so, how much should wealthier retirees be subsidized?

Or: how much should obligations to the old displace other national needs—for, say, defense, education, research, housing, transportation or adequate family incomes? In 1990, Medicare and Social Security represented 28 percent of federal spending; in 2019, their share will be almost 40 percent, projects the Obama administration. As this spending grows, pressures to raise taxes, increase budget deficits or cut other programs intensify. What's the right balance between the past and the future?


Indeed. So why not just set a mandate that all baby boomers must be exterminated? The only question is at what age they should round us all up. 50? 55? 62, the earliest age at which one can collect Social Security? After all, aren't we hogging all the jobs? And aren't we going to hog all the money?

People like Robert Samuelson, and like Pete Peterson -- the main voice of the Kill Social Security Now movement and someone who is never for one minute going to have to worry about what he's going to live on when he's old, present the Social Security dilemma as if it's always been there and absolutely nothing has been done to anticipate the elephant being digested by a snake that is the baby boom generation. In fact, the Social Security reforms of 1983 were designed to front-load the system to insure its solvency as this huge influx of aging people entered the system in the new millennium. The problem is that governments both Republican and Democratic couldn't leave this nice fat chunk o'money alone, and raided the fund for various purposes, primarily tax cuts for the wealthy and wars. What's sitting in there now is a bunch of IOUs, which as we now see, aren't worth the paper on which they're printed.

In the early 1980's, Ronald Reagan, the smiling benign patriarch of the Republican Party, told Americans that you could cut taxes, increase spending, and balance the budget. This started us on the road towards the "You can have whatever you want and it's all free through the magic hand of the markets" mentality that has dominated American economic discourse for nearly three decades. It's the mentality that fueled the dot-com bubble, the housing bubble, and the orgy of credit card spending that has had obsessed Americans relentlessly pursuing bigger, better, higher, taller, more luxurious consumer goods, and it's what has brought us to where we are now.

But the reality is that we are ALL affected by the collapse of the American economy. And frankly, the only people who have a leg to stand on in bashing prior generations are those currently in their teens and early twenties, because they had no opportunity to try and mitigate the profligacy of the largely Republican rule of the last thirty years. For Gen-X to bash the boomers makes no sense, because they too worked on Wall Street in the 1980's and wore expensive suits and worked for Drexel Burnham Lambert in the late 1980's.

But unless we're prepared to either see upwards of twenty million people (allowing for early deaths) living on the streets, or round us all up for mass extermination, we'd better face up to the fact that most of us working today, and indeed most baby boomers, have paid into that system at the higher post-1983 level. And that a clearheaded assessment of just what the future prospects of said system are, without the agendas of those who represent the interests of the wealthiest americans, is going to require a multigenerational effort.

Or you can just elect the guy who wants mass extermination. You know there'll be one.

(h/t)

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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Who says God doesn't want universal health care?
Posted by Jill | 5:14 AM
Leave it to Ted Kennedy, that feisty old codger, to be the one person in America who beats brain cancer:
Sen. Edward Kennedy’s brain cancer is in remission and he is expected back in the Senate after the Memorial Day recess to spearhead healthcare reform, according to Democratic colleagues.

Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid (D-Nev.) said Tuesday that he spoke with Kennedy’s wife, Vicki, in the past few days and was told the 77-year-old lawmaker is “doing fine.”

Reid said Kennedy’s cancer is in remission and added that while the lawmaker is going through another regiment of treatment, the procedure “is not unusual.”

“This is something we expected,” he said.

Kennedy, the chairman of the Senate Health, Education, Labor and Pensions (HELP) Committee, has been mostly absent from the chamber for the past year, recovering in Florida and Massachusetts.

He is expected to lead a markup of highly anticipated health reform legislation in his first month back - one of the biggest bills of the year and a signature domestic initiative for President Obama.

Brain cancer? In REMISSION? This just never, ever happens. But with Ted Kennedy it has.

Note to all the Christofascist zombies in the Republican Party who think that health care for everyone is somehow anti-Christian: If God didn't want universal health care, he wouldn't have put Ted Kennedy's brain cancer into remission. Of course remission isn't cure, but we rarely hear remission used in the context of brain cancers.

So there.

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Thursday, February 12, 2009

Look out, Governor Palin, you've got competition for sheer shamelessness
Posted by Jill | 4:30 AM
You had a fairly nice run, Governor Palin, considering that fifteen minutes has now turned into like five. And you did a pretty good job, first trotting out Bristol covering her pregnant belly with the Downs infant you hold up to bolster your pro-life cred but whose face you can't seem to bear to look at; then letting Piper baby-sit, then playing Military Parenter Than Thou with Joe Biden. Then there was using part of that $180,000 RNC stipend to pay for underwear for your brood. But there's a new sheriff in town, a woman whose pure unadulterated shamelessness puts you to, well, shame.

You have SarahPac? Nadya Suleman has her own web site similarly devoted to collecting donations.

UPDATE:

I really hadn't wanted to write about this Angelina Jolie-obsessed nutjob, who is clearly enjoying all the publicity she's receiving for taking the wingnut worship of Teh Baybeezzzzzz and escalating it into a grotesque circus. But at a time when more and more Americans are finding themselves out of work and stomtimes homeless, the last thing we need is a poster child for wingnut rants against public assistance. Because Nadya Suleman is like the living embodiment of Ronald Reagan's mythical welfare queen in the Cadillac -- a symbol that has been used to rail against a role of government in making the lives of a country's citizens better during tough times for a generation.

For Nadya Suleman is likely to be a textbook case of the assholes ruining it for everyone:
A big share of the financial burden of raising Nadya Suleman's 14 children could fall on the shoulders of California's taxpayers, compounding the public furor in a state already billions of dollars in the red.

Even before the 33-year-old single, unemployed mother gave birth to octuplets last month, she had been caring for her six other children with the help of $490 a month in food stamps, plus Social Security disability payments for three of the youngsters. The public aid will almost certainly be increased with the new additions to her family.

Also, the hospital where the octuplets are expected to spend seven to 12 weeks has requested reimbursement from Medi-Cal, the state's Medicaid program, for care of the premature babies, according to the Los Angeles Times . The cost has not been disclosed.

Word of the public assistance has stoked the furor over Suleman's decision to have so many children by having embryos implanted in her womb.

"It appears that, in the case of the Suleman family, raising 14 children takes not simply a village but the combined resources of the county, state and federal governments," Los Angeles Times columnist Tim Rutten wrote in Wednesday's paper. He called Suleman's story "grotesque."

On the Internet, bloggers rained insults on Suleman, calling her an "idiot," criticizing her decision to have more children when she couldn't afford the ones she had, and suggesting she be sterilized.

"It's my opinion that a woman's right to reproduce should be limited to a number which the parents can pay for," Charles Murray wrote in a letter to the Los Angeles Daily News. "Why should my wife and I, as taxpayers, pay child support for 14 Suleman kids?"

She was also berated on talk radio, where listeners accused her of manipulating the system and being an irresponsible mother.

"From the outside you can tell that this woman was playing the system," host Bryan Suits said on the "Kennedy and Suits" show on KFI-AM. "You're damn right the state should step in and seize the kids and adopt them out."

Suleman's spokesman, Mike Furtney, urged understanding.

"I would just ask people to consider her situation and she has been under a tremendous amount of pressure that no one could be prepared for," Furtney said.

A call to Suleman's publicist Mike Furtney was not immediately returned.

In her only media interviews, Suleman told NBC's "Today" she doesn't consider the public assistance she receives to be welfare and doesn't intend to remain on it for long.


From the beginning of this entire affair, Suleman has in some ways been a grotesque living embodiment of Republican rhetoric. From the fetophile cred that implanting eight embryos and not doing selective reduction gives her to her embrace of good old fashioned capitalism that has made her agruably the first welfare recipient with a publicist to the self delusion that turns public assistance into something else simply by not thinking of it as public assistance in much the same way that George W. Bush turned his presidency into a success in his own mind simply by thinking of it that way, this is what you get when you put that kind of self-delusion and narcissism into a situation with the potential to become a human interest story.

Suleman is also a dilemma for the pro-choice as well, because while part of choice is choosing to have as many children as one wants, I don't see anyone even in the feminist blogosphere doing a passionate argument on Suleman's behalf. If we lived in a sane world, this would be a good opportunity to talk about how rights come with responsibilities, whether it's reproduction or gun ownership -- but we don't live in a sane world.

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Sunday, February 08, 2009

I love the smell of Schadenfreude on a Sunday night
Posted by Jill | 8:58 PM





Ann Coulter is being probed. Following our Jan. 11 column, Connecticut’s Elections Enforcement Commission is making a “thorough investigation” of whether the conservative pundit broke the law by voting in the Nutmeg State while living in New York City, according to a commission spokeswoman.
Officials are responding to a formal complaint filed by Coulterwatch.com blogger Dan Borchers. “For over 10 years, Ann Coulter has gotten away with illegal, immoral and unethical behavior, ranging from plagiarism to defamation, perjury to voter fraud,” claims the conservative Borchers. Coulter declined to comment, but in the past has branded Borchers a stalker. He says the FBI has determined he poses no threat.


Heh. "Ann Coulter is being probed." Hee.

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Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Ah, yer all a buncha pagans...
Posted by Jill | 5:56 PM
I've long found it fascinating how a celebration of someone born in the warm, dry Middle East became so associated with cold and winter. They didn't have spruce or pine trees in the Holy Land, nor did they have mistletoe. The Three Wise Men weren't an old fat guy with white hair and a beard dressed in a red suit bringing toys to children. And no one brought a turkey so that Mary wouldn't have to try to cook in a place filled with flammable materials. As someone once asked me, "How did Christmas become German?"

It's sort of like trying to determine what the relationship is between the resurrection and fluffy bunnies and eggs. And why "Easter" sounds so much like "estrogen".

The answer, of course, is that just as Oasis ripped off the Beatles, so did the early Christians rip off the pagans. Add to that some good old fashioned commerce, and you have the Christmas celebration that people like Bill O'Reilly regard as being somehow mandated by God himself.

The Independent (UK) has the straight poop on the trappings of Christmas:
Why is Christmas Day on 25 December?

The Bible offers no date for the birth of Jesus, which probably was not in the year 1AD, but a few years earlier, and may or may not have been in December. The celebration of the birth of Christ on 25 December dates back to the fifth century, when Constantine made Christianity the official religion of the Roman Empire.

The date was chosen to coincide with the winter solstice and the Roman festivals associated with the shortest day of the year, which falls between 22 December and 25 December. This was seen as the day when the Romans celebrated Dies Natalis Solis Invicti – "the birthday of the unconquered sun". It was also Jupiter's birthday and, further back, the birthday of his Greek equivalent, Zeus. In Eastern Europe, the various Orthodox churches – the Russian, Greek, Armenian, Serbian et al, follow the old Gregorian calendar, and in which Christmas Day is 7 January There is no Santa Claus in the Gospels.

Where did he come from?

Nearly 1,700 years ago there was a bishop of Myra, in Asia Minor, who was imprisoned under the last pagan Roman Emperor, Diocletian, but reinstated under Constantine. A cult grew up around him in Greece and spread outwards, and he became the patron saint of children, among others. An old legend about him is that there was a poor man who could not afford dowries for his three daughters, until bags of gold were tossed through an open window by St Nicholas, landing in the stockings drying in front of the fire. In Holland and Germany, there was a custom that St Nicholas was the secret bringer of presents for children on 6 December, his feast day.

When did he start sliding down chimneys?

After the American revolution, New Yorkers tried to rediscover their Dutch roots, and revived the feast of St Nicholas, and his legend. The writer Washington Irving took the mickey out of this revived cult in a satire published in 1809, called Knickerbocker's History of New York. In it, St Nicholas appears as a fat, jolly figure, dressed in fur, with a clay pipe and beard, who slides down chimneys.


There's more here. Of course if your name is "Bill O'Reilly", you might want to pass it by. After all, why would you read something that deprives you of a weapon?

And for those of you not inclined to snark today, you may want to revisit my post from Christmas Eve last year, when for one brief shining moment, I was able to give my cynicism a rest.

Joyous Yule, everyone.

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Thursday, December 11, 2008

Manna from Snark Heaven
Posted by Jill | 7:32 AM
If you live in the New York area, you know how much Yiddish and its bastardized relative, Yinglish, has pervaded the local vernacular. From a bagel with a schmear to Eliot Spitzer's chutzpah to shlepping bags home from Zabar's, you don't have to be Jewish in New York to know at least a little Yiddish.

But now, the best thing ever to happen to the New York/Yiddish connection has happened.

Actual headline from MLB.com
:


Three-way deal could send Putz to Mets


If you're like me, your first thought is "Isn't George W. Bush too old to play baseball, even for the Mets?" But then your second thought has to be, what on earth has Seattle closer J.J. Putz done to deserve becoming joke fodder for the New York sports press if he doesn't produce? Especially since Endy Chavez was part of the deal and now the Mets have some serious problems in the outfield.

But Opening Day is still 3-1/2 months away, and for now we can comfort ourselves with giggling about how a real Putz is going to be playing for the Mets.

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Saturday, November 01, 2008

Best. Dotcom. Ad. Ever.
Posted by Jill | 8:50 PM
I just saw this ad on MSNBC, and couldn't tell if it was a funny segment in their election coverage or for real. It's for real:



Hilarious. Scatological as hell, but hilarious.

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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

I'm sorry, but this is just beyond the pale
Posted by Jill | 7:32 AM
OK, so every word out of Sarah Palin's mouth is a lie, including "and" and "the". She preaches abstinence to other people's teenagers but parades her pregnant 17-year-old around as if she's a paragon of Christian Moral Values. She gets outraged when people ask her difficult questions, she names cronies to political positions, she's mean-spirited, vindictive, and utterly ruthless. Any one of these would be bad enough.

But THIS is just too much:
Four years later, the ambitious Palin won the Wasilla mayor's office -- after scorching the "tax and spend mentality" of her incumbent opponent. But Carney, Palin's estranged former mentor, and others in city hall were astounded when they found out about a lavish expenditure of Palin's own after her 1996 election. According to Carney, the newly elected mayor spent more than $50,000 in city funds to redecorate her office, without the council's authorization.

"I thought it was an outrageous expense, especially for someone who had run as a budget cutter," said Carney. "It was also illegal, because Sarah had not received the council's approval."

According to Carney, Palin's office makeover included flocked, red wallpaper. "It looked like a bordello."


Flocked, red wallpaper? If nothing else disqualifies her, this should.

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Tuesday, April 15, 2008

If Hillary or Michelle Obama had done this, it would knock "Bitter bitter bitter" right off the airwaves
Posted by Jill | 6:14 AM
In this most petty of election years, when the coverage of election seems to be about Hillary Clinton knocking back a few with the boys, or that girlyman Barack Obama not drinking strong black coffee like a man and instead quaffing that wussyass orange juice, it's really time for some equal pettyplay on the Republican side. I realize that the media don't want to touch their darling Big Strong Daddy McCain, but since he's been known to turn on his wife in public and call her far worse things, let's smack Cindy McCain around as a plagiarist, shall we?

It seems that Cindy McCain, John McCain's perfect, blonde beer-baroness wife is about to find herself painted as the latest example of plagiarism on the campaign trail.

This past Sunday, Lauren Handel, an eagle-eyed attorney from New York, was searching for a specific recipe from Giada DeLaurentis, a chef on the Food Network. Yet whenever she Googled the different ingredients in the recipe, the oddest thing happened: not only did the Food Network's site come up, as expected, but so did John McCain's campaign site.

On a section of McCain's site called "Cindy's Recipes," you can find seven recipes attributed to Cindy McCain, each with the heading "McCain Family Recipe." Ms. Handel quickly realized that some of the "McCain Family Recipes," were in fact, word-for-word copies of recipes on the Food Network site.

At least three of the "McCain Family Recipes" appear to be lifted directly from the Food Network, while at least one is a Rachael Ray recipe with minor changes.

See for yourself... and Bon Appetit...


You can check out the recipes side by side here.

Now I'm willing to cut Cindy McCain a fair amount of slack for her past drug addiction and theft of drugs from her relief organization. After all, if you were married to a guy who flew into a rage at you in public and called you a c--t, wouldn't YOU turn to mind-altering substances? I know I would. But stealing from Emeril and Rachael Ray and Giada DeLaurentiis? THAT, my friends, is beyond the pale.

Besides, what does it say about a manly macho military manly manly man like John McCain that he's sitting down at the family table eating "Ahi tuna with napa cabbage slaw" and "passion fruit mousse"? Shouldn't a real man, a man's man, a Chris Matthews kinda man, sit down to something like wild boar with whole roasted potatoes and eat them with his hands while quaffing tankards of ale?

I mean, seriously. Turkey sausage? Napa cabbage slaw? Ground up pig and fat and rodent parts stuffed into an intestine and good old fashioned patriotic American coleslaw; that slop drenched in mayonnaise and salt that comes in 3-lb. tubs for four bucks at the Shop-Rite, aren't good enough for this guy?

I don't know, these recipes sound kinda French to me.

(a big tip o'the hat to skippy)

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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Never let it be said that I can't help a Republican
Posted by Jill | 2:37 PM
Since Rudy Giuliani is now positioning himself as not just the president who can defend us from terrorists, but also from space aliens, I thought perhaps this film from The Firesign Theatre (part of the appropriately named Everything You Know Is Wrong album) might also be helpful to him in preparing for just such an eventuality:





Who says I can't recognize parody?

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Saturday, October 13, 2007

Best. Health. Care. Post. Ever.
Posted by Jill | 9:37 AM
I don't know how he does it, but Jon Swift eloquently explains why it's necessary to destroy a 12-year-old in order to ensure that Americans have the choice to sell the roof over their heads to pay for health insurance.

Note while reading his post the preponderance of quotes from wingnuts who refer to the Frosts as "fair game" because they dared to step forward and criticize the president's stand against expanding SCHIP. Hmmmm....."fair game".....now where have we heard that expression before?

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