Step Right Up, Ladies and Gents…

…to the Carnival of the UnCapitalists!

Ever the generous professor, the Dark Wraith waxes rhapsodic about Pumpkins and Futures, giving us an economics lesson to help the rest of we non-economic sorts wrap our heads around futures trading—so we can understand exactly what reports like “Light, sweet crude for September delivery fell 87 cents to $63.07 a barrel...” actually mean.

You are Henry Hineyswilt, and you are planning your traditional Halloween festival. You'll be needing a thousand pounds of pumpkins in about the third week of October. Now, it so happens that you know a guy named Lester Longsteam who will have more than enough pumpkins to fill your order…
As I’ve said none too few times around here, The Dark Wraith provides an invaluable service to those of us whose economic expertise extends not further than remembering the pin number to our cash cards (like me, for instance).

Bionic Octopus breaks down the Bush administration’s latest effort to resist releasing the images of torture at Abu Ghraib, and finds their reasons wanting.

The government's obligation to reveal the Abu Ghraib images is an obligation not particularly to Iraqi insurgents who may indeed use it for 'propaganda' purposes (wouldn't you?), but to its own citizens, to the abuse victims and Iraqi citizens who suffer under the jackboot of this depravedly human-rights-indifferent occupation, and in fact to the entire world, which has every moral right to demand accountability from the hyperpower that claims the quasi-divine prerogative of enforcing global Freeman Moxie at the point of a gun.
Jason Miller at Thomas Paine’s Corner offers a comprehensive answer to the question the president posed to the American people shortly after 9/11: Why do they hate us? Here’s a hint: It’s not because of our freedom.

It is a strong affirmation of the power of propaganda that some Americans still pose this as a serious question, and are legitimately dumb-founded that such antipathy exists toward the United States… Our leaders have virtually assured abhorrence of America, and what’s more, they do not care!
Devo at The Virtriolic Monkey takes on the RIAA in one of his patented humor-infused rants:

"Download Legally. Feed a musician" they say. Excuse me? This line of ridiculous bullshit that claims Napster, Kazaa and LimeWire are causing significant financial hardship to any musician at all is one hundred percent rotten, stinking, putrid pigshit. Britney Spears will STILL be able to afford a mink coat for her precious fucking ratshit, ankle-biting, puntworthy dog of hers both BEFORE and AFTER I decide to download her latest verbal diarrhea about pink hummers and diamonds at the cluuuuub.
(Something tells me that Devo isn’t actually downloading Britney Spears songs, though.)

Agitprop takes a swipe at the recently passed energy bill, which is really just a weight loss plan for fatcats, helping them to burn calories as they shovel vast sums of undeserved cash into offshore accounts.

Life must be spectacular as an oil company executive. Not only does the American public continue to buy your gas guzzling vehicles but the U.S. Congress literally gives you billions of dollars just because you are an oil company executive.
Indeed.

SB Gypsy also has a look at energy, and notes how different today might have been with different priorities.

I just read an article published in President Bush Sr.'s term called Energy Farming In America By Lynn Osburn. It lays out a complete analysis, with the pros, cons, and difficulties of transforming our energy economy from non-renewable over to renewable.

Needless to say, the time frames discussed in the article are from the 1989 perspective, and saw the change-over as possible by the yr 2000. That pretty much tells me that we could have it up and running by 2010 -2015 if we really pushed hard, and fully funded the enterprise.
It’s actually depressing to think about what a different world we’d be living in if we’d given such a plan half a chance.

T. Rex shares a recent personal experience with healthcare, and examines how being uninsured causes multiple disparities.

Our medical care in this country is regressive, hurting poor people the most and benefiting rich people the most. And who do you think gets better care, Bill Gates or the homeless guy?
Not to mention, who has the easier ability to care for oneself in a way that renders regular medical care unnecessary? (On a side note to T. Rex’s post, the homeless would likely not be expected to pay for their medical treatment at all; however, the chance that they have access to medical care, even in the most dire circumstances, is slim to none. Within the homeless population with whom I worked, one of the biggest barriers to getting needed medical care was, tragically, transportation.)

Dubious Profundity takes a look at Florida’s Red Tide problem, including its causes and its heartbreaking effects.

One of the most fragile portions of the Florida marine ecosystem affected by the Red Tide outbreaks are the Loggerhead Turtles. The sea going turtles must be 20 years old before they can begin to breed, and they return to their hatching grounds to lay eggs. Although great effort has been made in the last 20 years to increase their numbers, and protect their breeding grounds, the recent Red Tide bloom threatens to wipe out those gains in population.
Richard Cranium at The All Spin Zone addresses the national catastrophe being risked by the Bush administration by its continued belligerence toward the Chavez government in Venezuela, one of our major oil suppliers.

The U.S. is fucked in this whole situation. As long as Venezuela and Mexico continue to be wildcards in the energy equation of the United States, BushCo is trying to pull to an inside straight. And the oil traders know it.

That's why you're paying $3.00 / gallon right now.

It's got nothing to do with the middle east, and everything to do with Latin America.
Very interesting indeed. Make sure to take a look at the handy chart RC provides care of the US Dept. of Energy.

The Green Lantern crosses the pond to take a look at imposed nationalism in Britain.

This would still be ridiculous if it were voluntary, especially if you were already born in Britain. But the reason it caught my eye is because they say it will be forced.
Compelled to unite around “national symbols” as a means of thwarting terrorism. Interesting concept.

And last but certainly not least, Nathan Newman at the TPMCafe discusses emerging anti-immigration politics across the developed world and finds that unlikely coalitions for global justice are forming in response.

Too often mainstream liberals trade in a stereotype that labor and the left advocate protectionism as a way to protect American workers from global competition. Yet the left position on immigration defies that stereotype and emphasizes that objections to trade deals are about their pro-corporate slant, not some objection to sharing global wealth with workers in developing nations.

If the color line was the issue of the 20th century, the fate of national borders is the issue of the 21st-- with all the issues of the color line carried over into the new multi-ethnic politics of immigration and nationalist disputes…
And that about wraps it up for this week’s carnival! Hope everyone had fun and leaves just a little more unCapitalist than they were when they came through the gates.

Make sure to check in with The UnCapitalist Journal for more commentary and perspective on international economy, trade, corporations, labor, poverty, and social justice.

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Those Zany Frat Boys

Looks like Weekly Standard online editor Jonathan V. Last, former U.S. Army sergeant and interrogation instructor Tony Robinson, Nixon crony, sometime actor and game show host, and hawker of eye drops Ben Stein, drug-addled repeat divorcee Rush Limbaugh, and all the other rightwing bullshit artists who claimed that the atrocities at Abu Ghraib were no worse than fraternity pranks can now say they were right. At least, if they’re referring to the (apparently insane) Chi Tau fraternity:

[Butte County Superior Court Judge Robert Glusman] has raised the possibility that four Chico fraternity members could be charged with torture in the death of a pledge.

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[21-year-old Matthew Carrington] was forced to drink gallons of water and do calisthenics in a freezing basement in February as part of an initiation rite at Chi Tau fraternity.

He died of heart failure caused by water intoxication.
See? Our soldiers weren’t torturing prisoners. They were just hazing pledges.

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Congratulations…

…to Misty at Expostulation, who had an 8lb 4oz baby boy last Thursday. Welcome to the world, Lachlan. Sorry it’s been left such a mess for you, but we’re working on it.

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Public Service Announcement

Alexander is the worst movie ever made. Ever. In the history of movies, there has never been one that is even remotely as close to being as bad as the pile of dogwank that is Alexander. To get some idea of how terrible this movie is, think of the worst movie you've ever seen, multiply it by ten million, and that gets you to Battlefield Earth.* Then multiply Battlefield Earth times a google, and that gets you to the other side of the Galaxy of Awfulness in which Alexander resides. Just a short trip of eighty quadrillion light years will bring you within spitting distance of Alexander. Provided you can spit ten thousand miles.

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* Not applicable for those who chose Battlefield Earth as the worst movie they've ever seen. Please skip ahead one step.

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War News

As Time reports that things in Iraq are taking yet another dubious turn, with Iran backing Iraqi insurgent bombers, the war at home escalates, too.

Editor & Publisher recounts a report phoned in by Lone Star Iconoclast staffer Deborah Matthews, which was interrupted by shots being fired near Cindy Sheehan’s camp.

I went over and talked to the man. He is Larry Mattlage, who says he is on his property and just posted a no-parking sign.

"We're going to start doing our war and it's going to be underneath the law," he told me. "Whatever it takes. So y'all go find another place to do whatever you do. 'Cause this is our front yard and back yard."
E&P adds:
Interviewed afterward, protest leader Cindy Sheehan said it was okay if the man fired his gun on his own property, so long as the bullets remained on his property as well.
Meanwhile, in Kentucky, two firearms vendors at a flea market in Lexington got into an argument about the war and drew their guns. The anti-war advocate was left dead, and the pro-war advocate was released without being charged, with the matter chalked up to self-defense.

Michael at Spontaneous Arising, who pointed us to the story, notes:
We're thinking that, had Harold (the antiwar shooter who lost the duel) had killed Moore, Harold would not have been released without charge. Just a hunch.
Unfortunately, I have to agree with that assessment.

And in Waco, Texas, President Bush attended a Little League game, where he threw out the first pitch.

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Celebrating the Salon

I’m not someone who tends to overestimate the power of blogging, mainly because I think it’s still in its infancy; we haven’t yet seen the full potential of blogging (I hope). Nevertheless, occasionally something really wonderful happens in the blogosphere—the blossoming of an idea, as someone presents an interesting thought, and someone else takes it and adds to it, and on and on it goes. It isn’t always something important on a grand scale, but it always makes me feel quite good about and satisfied by this endeavor.

The past couple of days, that’s happened in a most wonderful way. It started with Mannion’s post, Batman Doesn’t Hit Girls, which was a brilliant essay on a changing pop culture landscape. I pulled out one idea and wrote about gaming girls, which was about the experience of a particular kind of girl, and also a commentary on the distinction between sexism and simply experiencing things differently as members of opposite sexes. Now Ezra has picked up on that post, and written just an amazing piece on heroes, which he also ties into another post I wrote on Cindy Sheehan.

(Mannion deserves some sort of extra special credit for starting another of these recently, with his post on Why Conservatives Feel Free to Cast the First Stone, leading to my Scarred, leading to the Green Knight’s Conservatives and Sin.)

In large part, my enjoyment of this particular happenstance is selfish; it’s meaningful to be a part of what is, essentially, a modern take on the 18th century salons, the members of which were once described by Jean-François Marmontel as “so well assorted…they fell into harmony like the strings of an instrument touched by an able hand.” Watching an idea move between clever and engaged minds seems worthy of evoking a similar description, and I feel ever grateful to be a part of it. (And thoroughly delighted when I see it happening amongst blogs that don’t include this one at all.)

Perhaps more importantly, it is a much-needed reminder that, although there is much cause for alarm and consternation over the willful ignorance and contempt for intellectualism which plague our country, there are also still many people who value interesting ideas. Their passion has informed the creation of a space, virtual though it may be, in which all of our lives can become that much richer by sharing and exploring them. And that is cause for celebration.

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Just a President

A uniter. That’s what Bush claimed he’d be. A uniter, not a divider. But of course, this country is wrenchingly divided, and every day, I hear more stories of people who find these divisions within their own families. The same is true in my family, and so for all our sakes, we just don’t talk about it, which is made easier because on many important issues (like gay rights, for example, and the right to choose), we are on the same page. Not all divided families are so lucky, though, and each day, I hear more stories of families struggling to get past a division that becomes increasingly insurmountable as Bush remains in office. I regularly get emails from people (often gay people) whose families have been torn apart during his presidency, as old wounds are ripped open and treated with salt on a national level, and it’s not remotely uncommon to see similar tales recounted in the comments threads around here.

And so when I read the following from Cindy Sheehan, I was not sad, but not surprised:

Still putting out the O'Reilly fires of me being a traitor and using Casey's name dishonorably, my in-laws sent out a press statement disagreeing with me in strong terms; which is totally okay with me, because they barely knew Casey. We have always been on separate sides of the fence politically and I have not spoken to them since the election when they supported the man who is responsible for Casey's death. The thing that matters to me is that our family -- Casey's dad and my other 3 kids are on the same side of the fence that I am.
I was also reminded of the words of someone who felt destined to cause such family rifts:
Luke 12:51-53: Do you think that I have come to give peace on earth? No, I tell you, but rather division; for henceforth in one house there will be five divided, three against two and two against three; they will be divided, father against son and son against father, mother against daughter and daughter against her mother, mother-in-law against her daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law against his mother-in-law.
Sound familiar?

I don’t mean to suggest that this is evidence that Bush is Jesus (although, I’m open to arguments that he’s the antichrist). I just think it’s telling that so many people seem to worship him in the same way they worship a Messiah—with such devoted and unwavering fervor that he becomes more important to them than their own families.

It’s simply incredibly to me that people are not only more loyal to Bush than to America but find their allegiance to him stronger than to their own flesh and blood. He is just a man, and one who flaunts his contempt at having been hired to work for all of us, at that. He’s a divider, not a uniter—and he’s not a savior, either. He’s just a president.

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Weekend Kleinian

Ezra has given all-access weekend passes to some of his favorite bloggers, a group of which I am humbled to be a part. So far, the other contributors are Nick Beaudrot, Daniel Munz, and Neil Sinhababu—and in the end, there will probably be six or seven total. So I’ll be posting over there on the weekends, too—and I recommend you check out my fellow Weekend Kleinians; I’m in very good company.

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Familiar Face

Yesterday, Ezra explored the Mystery of the Missing Spokesperson for the anti-war movement, using a recent Gary Hart piece as a springboard. Hart suggests that Cindy Sheehan is emerging as the spokesperson for the anti-war movement, but Ezra doesn’t think so—nor that she will.

The truth is, Ezra and Gary Hart might both be on the wrong track. Cindy Sheehan isn’t, at Hart suggested, emerging as the spokesperson for the anti-war movement, nor is her role quite as unimportant as Ezra suggests. She is, instead, a rallying point, or, perhaps more accurately, a relatable icon, for the second wave of anti-war folks—those who have turned against the war, a departure from an earlier held position. But because this president has so inextricably tied himself, as a leader and as a man, to this war, the anti-war second wave is comprised of people who have turned against the administration, and it’s notable that many of them are turning against the war because they have turned against the administration, rather than the other way around.

The picture of Bush as an honest man is quickly fading, and, because so much of the support for the war was predicated on people’s trust of him—their belief that he was doing the right thing simply because of who he is (or who they perceived him to be)—as faith in the president flounders (Downing Street Memos, Fitzgerald investigation, rising oil prices, etc.), faith in the war he has made the centerpiece of his presidency diminishes as well.

The security moms who trusted him to protect their children are starting to see that maybe he wasn’t as trustworthy as they had thought (and hoped). And now he’s being unkind to Cindy Sheehan, who could easily be any one of them.

Bad move, Bush.

And the Right’s mediawhores aren’t helping. They can harp all they like about how Bush already met with Cindy Sheehan, but when his motorcade blows her by, do those whose faith in Bush is crumbling see Cindy Sheehan as a woman who “had her chance,” or a grieving mother being passed, unacknowledged, like a pile of roadside litter? When they try to discredit her by (erroneously) saying she used to support the war, will those whose faith ever wanes even care, since the same could (rightfully) be said of them? When they try to impugn her motives by saying her vigil isn’t what her lost son would have wanted, are those whose faith in Bush is fast slipping away fooled into thinking that Michelle Malkin or Bill O’Reilly know her son better than she does? Parents don’t like to be told anything about their children, and underlying such assumptions is further evidence of two of the Right’s ever more obvious weaknesses—that they think they have the right to tell us all what’s best for our families (they should have learned from the Schiavo debacle what a bad idea that was), and that women have little value other than serving as baby-making machines.

The constant cries that, even if Cindy disagrees with the war, she should shut her yap because her son wouldn’t approve, suggest that she must defer indefinitely to her child’s wishes, that she’s being a bad mother simply by virtue of expressing her own independent thoughts and feelings. Women’s lives as autonomous creatures don’t end because they give birth, but that is the suggestion when the Right conflates Cindy’s wishes (including her personal search for justice) with her son’s (which, by all accounts, aren’t as the Right claims anyhow).

All of this adds up to bad news for Bush, who’s credibility in the “W is for Women” department has all but vanished, not to be recovered no matter how many trips to Afghanistan Laura makes. Cindy Sheehan may not emerge as the leader of an anti-war movement, but in the end, she has the potential to do far more damage to the Bush administration than any anti-war spokesperson ever could, just by looking more and more like the woman in the mirrors of security moms across the country.

(Crossposted at Ezra's joint.)

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Silence Speaks Volumes

Red Jalapeno has an idea for a silent march on Washington to protest the war. I think it’s a great idea—and he needs help. If you have ideas, thoughts, suggestions, let him know. This is at the top of his blog; just scroll down and start reading.

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Lance Mannion is a Sexist

At least, he thinks he is, or suspects that he might be, because he doesn't like that, in one of his son’s video games, Batman beats up a girl. Batman does not hit girls, he says, but of course what he really means is that Batman didn’t used to hit girls. Because, in fact, he does hit girls nowadays. And that’s the problem, as Mannion sees it.

…I don’t think that showing the villainess being as kick-ass tough as the hero teaches boys and girls that women can be forceful and independent and that they have the strength to take care of themselves. I think it just teaches kids that it’s ok to hit girls.
He’s right. On both counts.

Kick-ass femme fatales are undoubtedly less a teaching tool than a reflection of game makers trying to expand their market beyond teenage boys, and, perhaps (less cynically) also the result of increasing numbers of women game designers, who, like the rest of us, want to have the chance to play the bad guy once in awhile, too. But just because showing the villainess being as kick-ass tough as the hero isn’t teaching kids that women can be forceful and independent and in possession of the strength to take care of themselves, doesn’t mean it’s entirely devoid of purpose, either. And maybe hitting girls—in video games—isn’t a bad thing.

Women my age were the first girls to grow up with video games—I am, like, totally of the Atari generation, and back then, people in games were a rarity, and women even rarer. Off the top of my head, I can think of Pitfall Harry, the Dig-Dug dude, and the only girl out of the whole lot was the non-human Ms. PacMan, with her lame-ass bow. One of my earliest experiences with sexism was at a roller skating rink, where I overheard a guy suggest to his friend that they play Ms. PacMan because PacMan was occupied. His friend retorted, “No way. I’m not being a girl.” I remember feeling really shitty about being a girl, at the same moment I realized why there was never a wait at the Ms. PacMan machine.

It probably doesn’t matter much to girls who don’t like video games, but I was a girl who did (and still do). Examples of girls in video games, and other “boyish” things I liked—sci-fi and fantasy books and films, for example—were so rare, that I can remember every one of them. It was lucky I was the only girl who loved Star Wars in my elementary school class; there was only one role for a girl, anyway. And I can’t even begin to explain the joy of Eowyn telling the Witch King, “I am no man,” as she delivers his death blow. Empowered with such heroism because she was a girl—my god, it was revolutionary.

But even though Leia and Eowyn were both great heroines, it seemed to me as though girls who were smart and tough were always segregated away from other women. Images of women who are smart and tough and the only female in a group of men are, in fact, so common, that it serves to teach smart and tough little girls that girliness is bad. Only silly girls hang out together in their giggling little gaggles; smart girls hang out with boys—a sentiment reinforced over and over as I played girl-less video games and watched films and read books with a token girl. A second girl only meant a rivalry, never a friendship.

The problem wasn’t with what these female characters taught me—they taught me, just as Mannion described, that women can be forceful and independent and that they have the strength to take care of themselves. The problem was with their lonely circumstances. There should have been other girls, even if they were playing baddies (a villain being decidedly different than a petty rival). Good girls, bad girls, smart girls, funny girls, conniving girls, heroic girls. But there was only one kind of a girl for a girl like me, who happened to prefer Star Wars to Facts of Life, and looking for heroines in video games back then was utterly futile. While they’re still not as common as they ought to be (and generally could stand to have breast reductions), the presence of all sorts of girls in the world of video games is affirming to girls who like them. And the truth is, girls who like the kinds of video games where people get their butts whupped don’t have a problem with girls taking it on the chin, too. Girls are going to have to both deliver and be on the receiving end of ass-kickings if they’re going to be in the fun games, after all.

When my nephew stayed the night recently, and he and Mr. Shakes were fighting each other at a Tekken-like (but newer, and cooler) game, the name of which escapes me at the moment, they were playing all the different characters available—men and women. When my nephew commented, “This girl is really good!” and Mr. Shakes replied, “Yeah, actually the girls tend to be better than the guys in this game,” I remembered those guys in the roller rink all those years ago, and thought about how much different it is to be a girl playing video games these days.

Mannion, by the way, isn’t a sexist. He’s just of the opposite sex—and the father of boys. He’s probably never considered that seeing a girl fighting Batman is actually pretty cool for girls who got left out altogether for so very, very long. Or that the difference between the old Batman was that he was on TV, and he was never going to be played by a girl. When he’s in a video game, though, he just might be.

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(On a side note, a new long-term study suggests that, as those of us who grew up with video games have known all along, there’s not a significant link between violent video games and aggression. Duh.)

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Bush blows it again

Bush Motorcade Passes War Protesters

Here it was again, the chance to make it all go away. Five minutes is all it would take. Even if he spouted the same bullshit, at least he could say "Look, I met with her."

That would mean "showing weakness," I suppose.

From the window of his limousine, President Bush got a motorcade view of more than 100 anti-war protesters camped outside his ranch as he rode to a political fund-raiser Friday near his spread. Bush did not stop.


There it is... the Bush Presidency in a nutshell.

(What's new, cross-post? Woah-oah-oah...)

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More proof that "pants" is the funniest word in the English language

"Governor Tarkin. I recognized your foul pants when I was brought on board."

Read them all here.

(Tip 'o the energy dome to Drublood for the link, and to Evil Mommy for linking to Drublood.)

(Trains... and boats, and cross-posts...)

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Everybody Loves a Carnival!

And I’m hosting one next Monday—the Carnival of the UnCapitalists! But it won’t be much of a carnival without all you brilliant blogging Shakers sending in your submissions. Here’s what you do:

Send a link to one of your posts from the last week on any of the following topics:

· Income disparity or global poverty
· Privatization and the crisis of public ownership
· Corporate erosion of democracy
· Corporate malfeasance
· Workers' rights
· Union organizing
· Transnational solidarity movements
· Free-trade vs. Fair-trade
· Neoliberalism and market deregulation
· Anti-globalist perspectives and alternatives
· Corporate environment abuse
· Sustainable development
· The IMF, the World Bank, the WTO
· Healthcare policy and economics

Send via email to uncapitalist@gmail.com by Sunday afternoon, 4:00pm EST. They’ll compile and send on to me, and then check back here Monday morning for the Carnival.

(For more information, visit The UnCapitalist Journal’s Carnival Page.)

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What I’ve Noticed…

…is that Christians (and others, quite frankly) who actually read the Bible are a big problem for "Christians" who don’t. The Green Knight, quoting NonyNony (who left the following in comments at the News Blog, and can be found, much to my delight, in the Shakes comments threads from time to time, too):

"There was a judge in a certain town," Jesus said, "who had neither fear of God nor respect for anyone. In the same town there was also a widow who kept on coming to him and saying, 'I want justice from you!...' For a long time he refused, but at last he said to himself, 'Even though I have neither fear of God nor respect for anyone, I must give this widow her just rights since she keeps pestering me, or she will come and slap me in the face.'"

Just sayin'.
One might think that the President would know more about his favorite philosopher than he seems to.

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Caption This Photo

(This is the picture I have on my computer desktop at work, btw. Every morning, I boot up and take a look at Bush staring at that hose like a monkey staring at an empty banana peel and it gets me fired up for the day. Looks like he's real keen on alternative energy, doesn't it?)

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Sweet Merciful Crap

Poll: Many Fear Financial Hit of Gas Prices

What, just now?

Crude oil prices reached a record high of more than $66 a barrel Friday. That's almost 50 percent higher than a year ago.

The average price of a gallon of regular gasoline was more than $2.40 per gallon at week's end, compared with $1.86 a year ago and about $2.21 in April, according to the auto club AAA.


Remember $2.21? Sigh. Those were the good old days, huh? When it didn't cost you thirty dollars to fill your 10 gallon tank. Memmmm-rieeeees....

I remember back when I first started driving, there was a period of about a year where I was paying around 68 cents a gallon. Looking back, I think I was living in Looney Land.

Those most likely to be worried about the financial impact are people with low incomes, the unemployed and minorities.


I really see no need for comment about that. You know what I'm thinking.

Here's the picture that almost made me spit out my coffee:

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I drive a Mini, which gets pretty good gas mileage (I would get better if I didn't live in an urban area), but I have to use 91 octane or better. Now I don't consider myself "low income," but I don't know if I'm going to be able to afford to fill my tank. Hello, bus.

The poll conducted for The Associated Press and America Online News found that 64 percent say gas prices will cause money problems for them in the next six months, while 35 percent did not think so. In April, 51 percent expressed concerns about the cost of gas.


Man, those numbers look familiar, don't they?

The thing that really gets me about all this... if anything finally brings Bush "down," it will probably be gas prices, and will have next to nothing to do with Iraq, the lies, the thievery and the deaths.

Any port in a storm, huh?

(I should add here that as far as gas prices go, and as high as they are, we have it pretty good in the U.S. The UK is getting hit really hard, which I'm sure is causing much fury.)

(My cross-post is gonna kill your Mama...)

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Bush, Rove Probed

(Heh heh.)

Interesting report from the AP, inasmuch as it’s not really reporting anything new, yet makes a point of noting that Bush is part of Fitzgerald’s investigation:

Among the many questions surrounding the investigation into who in the Bush administration leaked the name of an undercover CIA officer is whether President Bush's top political adviser told his boss the truth about his connection to the case.

Two years ago, the White House denied that Karl Rove played any role, but revelations in the past month have shown that Rove spoke with two journalists about the operative, Valerie Plame. Whether Bush knew the truth while the White House was issuing its denials is not publicly known.

White House spokesman Scott McClellan was so adamant in his denials in September 2003 that he told reporters the president knew that Rove wasn't involved in the leak.

"How does he know that?" a reporter asked, referring to the president.

"I'm not going to get into conversations that the president has with advisers or staff," McClellan replied.

Special Counsel Patrick Fitzgerald questioned Bush a year ago and the prosecutor's office has questioned Rove repeatedly, so presumably investigators know the answer to what, if anything, Rove told Bush.

Whether Rove shaded the truth with Bush two years ago is a potential political problem. The president so far has stood by Rove's side, even raising the bar for dismissing subordinates. Two years ago, Bush pledged to fire any leakers, but now he says he would fire anyone who committed a crime.

If Rove didn't tell Bush the truth, that theoretically could be a legal problem for the presidential aide under the federal false statement statute.

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Presidential scholars say a White House's refusal to comment can suggest an administration in political trouble.

"When under fire they suddenly hide behind the shield of secrecy as though they have no control over the matter," said Mark J. Rozell, a public policy professor at George Mason University who has written five books on the presidency.

"What we really don't know factually is whether Rove lied to the president or whether the president knew something about Rove's role and dissembled," said Rozell.
Again, nice to see the media starting to pay attention to the fact that Bush isn’t infallible, but that ought to have been the case all along. It’s striking that this article actually seems critical of the administration when one first reads it, but, in reality, is just a factual account of what’s happening. That says everything there is to say about the objectivity of the media lo these past five years.

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Friday Blogrollin'

This is yet another week of long overdue additions. And honestly, some of these are so long overdue that I couldn’t believe they weren’t already on my blogroll, I’ve been reading them so long. Anyway, forgive the delay, friends.

They’re all great. Go read anything and everything.

Science and Politics

The All Spin Zone

FireDogLake

Badtux the Snarky Penguin

The Light of Reason

Thoughts From an Empty Head

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Kome to Krazy Karaoke at The Heretik’s

Krazy karaoke is singing the wrong words to classic songs. Come on over, sing your song, and grab a drink.

My contribution:

Each word he says is so untrue
Each syllable makes him a liar
All that he knows how to do
Is blame, hedge, dodge, and then conspire

Come on Preznit, fuel my ire
Come on Preznit, fuel my ire
Liar, liar pants on fire

Your time in office should be through
Please give up your dreams of an empire
Right now, or we will surely lose
Our dreams to your schemes ever dire.

Come on Preznit, fuel my ire
Come on Preznit, fuel my ire
Liar, liar pants on fire

It’s time I really must get through
Your thick skull, and inspire
You to rid us of your crew
Why don’t you all just please retire?

Come on Preznit, fuel my ire
Come on Preznit, fuel my ire
Liar, liar pants on fire
Liar, liar pants on fire
Liar, liar pants on fire
Liar, liar pants on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiire.


I’m sorry, Jim.

(Alternative, if you're too late for the party, please share your Krazy Karaoke lyrics in komments.)

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