Swing Low, Sweet Idiot

More bad news for King George:

More and more people, particularly Republicans, disapprove of President Bush's performance, question his character and no longer consider him a strong leader against terrorism, according to an AP-Ipsos poll documenting one of the bleakest points of his presidency…

Personally, far fewer Americans consider Bush likable, honest, strong and dependable than they did just after his re-election campaign.
Personally, I couldn’t possibly consider him less likable, honest, strong, or dependable.

But what the hell do I know? I’m just a liberal traitor who’s been saying he’s an unlikable, dishonest, weak-willed, incompetent fuckwit for the last five years.

Here are some fun pix from the last news photo dump to accompany the good news about Bush’s latest windfall of ill will:









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Breaking the Name Code

My granddad served in the Coast Guard during WWII, and when he came home, he married my grandmother, moved in with her (and her parents) in the house in Queens she’d lived in since she was 5 years old, and became a cop. Not a young life that particularly suggests a great deal of humor, but he was funny. Then again, he was the son of a Vaudeville clown, so clowning was, quite literally, in his blood.

He always had a joke or a story at the ready; good ones, too. He told them so well, it didn’t matter if you’d heard them before, although he was rarely repetitive, since there was always something new to amuse him.

There was one I heard a couple of times about a man who approached him with a story about his car being stolen or towed or something. At the time, my granddad was a uniformed beat cop, just back from the war and stationed at the docks; he couldn’t leave his post. He directed the man to see the desk clerk at the precinct, Officer Willenbacher. Off he went.

A few hours later, the man returned. “Did you find Willenbacher?” my granddad asked.

“Did I?!” exclaimed the man. “Willenbacher told me to see Officer Quatfazzle, who told me to see Officer Erzberger, who told me to talk to Sergeant Ziggenfuss. Willenbacher, Quatfazzle, Erzberger, Ziggenfuss! Who the hell won this war?!”

The adults in the room always laughed at this story. So I did, too, even though I didn’t get it.

I knew it had something to do with the last names, which told the adults something that I didn’t understand. It was a great mystery to me, the information conveyed by surnames. My parents, both teachers, would sometimes talk about students they’d had years before, and, trying to remember a name, my dad would say, “Blond hair, big shoulders, Polish kid,” and my mom would say, “Wishnewski,” and my dad would say, “Right, that’s it.” And my grandmother would sit on the porch of her row house, with the two spinster sisters who were her downstairs tenants, being regaled with their stories of walking to and from the market—stories that would take longer to tell than the trip to the market itself.

“So then I bump into that nice Italian boy, what’s his name?” says Marie.

“Joey Garavalia,” says Clara.

“Right, Joey Garavalia,” says Marie. “So I says to him, I says—”

“She says to him, she says,” interrupts Clara, “how’s your mother, Joey? And he says to her, he says—”

“He says to me, he says,” interrupts Marie, “oh, she’s fine, Miss Marie. The doctor says to her, he says—”

“What did he say that doctor’s name was?” interrupts Clara. “Irish fella.”

“O’Connor,” says Marie. “Sounds like a good one, Millie. If you ever get the—”

“If you ever get the bursitis,” says Clara.

On and on they’d go. Mrs. Ostreicher, the nice Jewish lady. The Hungarian Mr. László. Back in those days, in the numbered streets of Glendale off Myrtle Avenue, identifying someone’s nationality also identified what street they lived on. Sometimes, even what side of the street. It wasn’t a judgment; it was a global positioning system.

I listened intently, trying to figure out how these three syllables were “Italian,” while those three were “German.” It seemed like a secret code I’d never break, never understand.

But slowly, as I got a bit older, the skis and the ellis and the Mcs and the steins all started to fall into a pattern that began to make sense. I could tell Latin names from British ones, Japanese names from African. Such a silly thing, in retrospect, but figuring out the secret of names was one of the first things that made me feel like I was well on my way to being a grown-up. I’d broken the code, and something that once seemed so elusive was now within my grasp. I could look at a name and know what it meant to the person to whom it belonged. It conveyed a history to me; it made me think about the whole world, and wonder what other mysteries were in it, waiting to be unraveled.

And I finally got the punchline of my granddad’s story.

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Friday Blogrollin'

Stop by and say hi to:

Delusions of Mediocrity

300 Dollar Wonder

Mikhaela’s News Blog

Minipundit

Nice Shoes, Wanna Fock?

Fetch Me My Axe

Activist Monkey

You might also have noticed a couple of other changes. I switched around the layout just a bit; Big Props are now on the opposite side of the page, and I’ve managed to get a few more blogs added (including T. Rex’s Guide to Life, Science & Politics, and Pime Forest Collective—all longtime friends, long overdue for inclusion). I’ll be adding more when my lazy and busy arse gets around to it…

Also the contributors list has been updated with the gorgeous mugs of Misty, Litbrit, Waveflux, and the Wonder Twins. And D. has been removed, not because we don’t still love him, but because between moving to a new state and starting a new job, he doesn’t have a lot of time for blogging at the moment. He will, however, always be welcome, should his time free up again in the future.

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Question of the Day

If you were given the opportunity to produce your own reality show, what would the concept be? (I know lots of people hate reality shows, but you don't have to love them to have some fun with this question!)

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What’s happening?

After seeing a news snippet the other night about the AMA having polled college women only about Spring Break and then issuing a press release warning women only against the dangers of binge drinking and promiscuity, I said to Mr. Shakes, “Did the last 40 years just not happen?” And he said, “Apparently not. Get over here and orally service your lord and master, woman.”

Actually he said, “It all seems to have vanished overnight, doesn’t it?” And it does. It really does.

Whamstress, posting over at The Green Knight’s place, points to an article that just makes my head spin and gravely summates: “Women are doomed.” I don’t know if I particularly feel doomed yet, but the target on my back certainly feels bigger than it used to.

I suppose the thing I find most frustrating about this is that there have always been men (and women) who believe that the natural order of things places straight, white males at the top of the food chain, with everyone else following somewhere below them, trailing in various degrees of distance and fighting for the scraps of what those straight, white men deign beneath them—changing diapers, jobs cleaning toilets, residency south of Martin Luther King Drive (or north, or east, or west, depending on your city). So there’s always been some of this backlash, and there probably always will be.

But the rather sudden upshift in bandwagoning social conservatism isn’t the result of anything but an increased need for scapegoating, as the economy struggles, jobs are outsourced, the workforce generally demands more higher education, healthcare is problematic, and the world just gets smaller and faster and lives can easily spin out of control. Someone’s got to be to blame.

And, quite inconveniently for social conservatives who are often among the hardest hit by this collection of circumstances, it’s their boy who’s to blame—the guy with whom it would be the most fun to drink a beer, who understands the common folk, who doesn’t care for fancy book-learnin’ and has a patient and obedient wife by his side who knows her place. He also happens to be the guy who has nothing but contempt for the hoi polloi except insomuch as their tax dollars can be redirected into the pockets of his cronies, though he talks a good game, and uses down-home aphorisms to attract the favor of poor white working folks then uses their votes to aid corporations in undermining their benefits.

King George and his Merry Band of Miscreants are responsible for the feelings of insecurity within which lies the impetus for scapegoating women, gay men, men of color, immigrants, and anyone else who falls into their crosshairs by getting too uppity. But it’s hard to point the finger at the man you voted for without pointing three fingers back at yourself.

So they come after us, telling women to get back in the kitchen, gays to get back in the closet, minorities to move to the back of the bus, immigrants to go back to their own countries. It’s all your fault. If it weren’t for you, everything would be fine.

It’s just not true, though, is it? This country is led almost exclusively by straight, white men, so they needn’t look at the rest of us. They voted for Bush, Bush made the mess, and now they’re standing in it. And we didn’t have a damn thing to do with it.

They can put us back in the kitchens, closets, and the back of the bus, but it won’t change anything, except to make our lives more miserable. That might bring them some small comfort in its own way, but nothing that lasts; nothing that matters. They’re so busy defending their right to unearned superiority that they’ve failed to notice they’re voting for men who sit atop a wholly separate food chain on which they don’t even register—and that’s the fucking problem.

Not the rest of us. No matter how rich a target we seem.

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"Intelligent design" supporters fail again


If you smite South Carolina with a hurricane, Lord, I'll feel a whole lot better

This time so-called intelligent design gets the bum's rush in South Carolina, which pleases me greatly as it's (one) my home state and (two) redder than a spanked tomato. The attempt to sneak ID into schools through the backdoor of "evolution analysis" gets the rejection it deserves:

The state Board of Education on Wednesday rejected a state panel's proposal to change high school standards on evolution by calling on students to "critically analyze" the theory.

Science teachers had complained that although critical analysis is part of all science, the wording was really a backdoor attempt to force educators to teach religious-based alternatives. In a 10-6 vote, board members agreed.

The Education Oversight Committee, a school reform panel made up of lawmakers, teachers, parents and other community members, recommended the change last month. Panel member Senator Mike Fair, R-Greenville, has said it was intended to introduce students to challenges to evolutionary theory.

Education Superintendent Inez Tenenbaum, a Democrat, has called the effort "a ploy to confuse the issue of evolution so that ultimately evolution won't be taught."


Sweet - especially as this decision follows the recent rejection of creationism-in-a-cheap-suit in Dover, Pennsylvania. All that's left now is for Pat Robertson to wish divine ill will on the entire Palmetto State.


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Dubai Ports World Update

WaPo:

The United Arab Emirates company that was attempting to take over management operations at six U.S. ports announced today that it will divest itself of all American interests…

The issue appears headed in one of two directions -- a veto confrontation between the president and Congress or a decision by the company to abandon its takeover plans.
Forgive me for being an apathetic lout, but I just don’t even care about this anymore. If the Bush administration isn’t serious about port security, starting with making sure that every container that comes into the US via our ports is safe, what difference does it make? Let stinking Dubai Ports World take over management of our ports. It’s up to us whether we’re going to require the implementation of sufficient security measures, and if Bush isn’t interested in doing it, and the only Democrat willing to harp on it is John Kerry, then who fucking cares? Let me know when it’s more than a political football and someone actually plans to do something one way or another.

In the meantime, I’ll be over here fighting to retain my bodily autonomy and preventing gays from being turned into officially sanctioned second class citizens—and wondering just how long I have to watch you nitwits in D.C. distract yourselves from addressing anything of real consequence with political games of one-upmanship before I can legitimately claim taxation without functional representation.

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Condi Heckled by Anti-War Protestor

Video.

He says: “How many of you have children in this illegal and immoral war? How many of you have children in this illegal and immoral war? The blood is on your hands . The blood is on your hands and you cannot wash it away. Fire Rumsfeld.”

She goes on with her monotonous horseshit, utterly unfazed.

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Actual Photo


Via Pam, who notes, “I didn't crop this one. Reuters' Larry Downing has this photo up, taken during Darth's keynote address to the U.S. Labor Department's 2006 National Summit on Retirement Savings last week.”

(And while you’re over at Pam’s place, make sure you check out her coverage of the gay-bashing soldiers of the Third Infantry Division, if you haven’t already.)

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McGraw and Hill Slam Bush on Katrina

This is awesome. Country stars Faith Hill and Tim McGraw (who are married) went ballistic when the subject of Katrina came up in a news conference at which they were promoting their upcoming Soul2Soul II Tour.

McGraw, who’s from Louisiana:

When you have people dying because they're poor and black or poor and white, or because of whatever they are — if that's a number on a political scale — then that is the most wrong thing. That erases everything that's great about our country…

There's no reason why someone can't go down there who's supposed to be the leader of the free world … and say, 'I'm giving you a job to do and I'm not leaving here until it's done. And you're held accountable, and you're held accountable, and you're held accountable.

'This is what I've given you to do, and if it's not done by the time I get back on my plane, then you're fired and someone else will be in your place.'
Hill, who’s from Mississippi responded to Bush’s visit to NOLA:

The president had actually spent the day in New Orleans, getting a close-up look at boarded-up buildings and mountains of debris, noting that the city still suffers "pain and agony."

Along the president's route, some frustrated residents held up signs in protest, one asking "Where's my government?" and another telling the president to "cut the red tape and help us."

Hill…echoed those sentiments. So overwhelmed, she uncharacteristically unleashed an epithet, calling the situation, "Bullshit."

"It is a huge, huge problem and it's embarrassing," she said.
Right on. I’m really beginning to like this trend of country singers who are bucking the (fairly recent) stereotype of being flag-wrapped shills who line up to perform at GOP conventions.

I see your Darryl Worley and Lee Ann Womack, and raise you Willie Nelson, Dolly Parton, Faith Hill, Tim McGraw, and The Dixie Chicks.

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The Field Museum

Just last Sunday, Mr. Shakes and I drove past Chicago’s Field Museum of Natural History, and I looked at it longingly, wanting nothing more than to go in and gander at Sue and visit Pompeii: Stories from an Eruption. I love the Field Museum and can easily waste an entire day wandering its labyrinthine halls, pouring over each exhibit.

Today, I see that the Field Museum aspires to make me love them ever more deeply:

On Friday, Chicago's renowned Field Museum will become the latest institution to combat creationism with a new permanent exhibit detailing the process of evolution.

At a preview of the exhibit earlier this week, the Field's president said museums need to lead the defense of evolution because they don't face the same level of "intimidation" as schools.

John McCarter also warned that the United States is in danger of losing its position as a technological leader because efforts to add the religiously-based theory of intelligent design to school curriculums is undermining the culture of scientific inquiry…

Unlike some museums which directly challenge intelligent design, the Field's Evolving Planet exhibit simply leaves God out of the equation.

"There may be places to debate the conflict between evolution and intelligent design but that's in a philosophy class, not in a scientific institution," Lance Grande, head of collections and research at the Field told AFP.
Oh, stop it, Lance. You had me at hello.

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Cheney Less Popular Than Stalin

LOL:

Bush's number 2 man, Dick Cheney, is less popular than former Soviet leader Joseph Stalin.

In a recent poll only 18% of Americans had a favorable view of the vice president. A 2003 poll showed that 20% of Americans viewed the genocidal Georgian as a "wise and humane" leader.
Of course, 20% of Americans probably also think Joseph Stalin was one of the Beatles.


Gratitude is a sickness suffered by dogs yeah yeah yeah…

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"Be Like Me, Be Sex Free!" *

What was your sex education class like in junior high (middle school) and/or high school?

Where I went to school we had a sex ed segement as part of eighth grade health and tenth grade health class (and various bits on "puberty" in elementary school). I remember our health teacher in high school couldn't even say the word penis without his bald head turning crimson. I remember it being something along the lines of "just don't do it because you'll probably get AIDS or syhpallis and probably die". Quality, that. It wasn't totally abstinence-only but that was the gist of it, possibly because the teacher couldn't even say the word penis without looking like he'd rather have his own put in a vice than talk about it.

Seems like not much has changed in the dozen years since I've had sex ed. I came across this link, rather randomly, last night. It's the posters for the eighth grade abstinence class at Old Orchard Jr. High. Let's see if we notice any themes, shall we:








Look, I'm not advocating teenagers, particularly young ones, go have sex. I think fear-based sex ed is ridiculous and does a disservice to kids. Yeah, sure, STDs are out there and you risk getting one from unprotected sex. This "everyone but the person you marry--and up until you say the vows, this includes the person you marry--has AIDs, syphallis, and herpes" promotes ignorance in the long run.


*Yeah. Not me.

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Oh, Peggy, you jokester.

Peggy Noonan, former Reaganite and chief speechwriter for George H. W. Bush, has to be the only dingbat left in America who can write a column called Boy in a Bubble where the boy in question is not George W. Bush, but is instead George Clooney.

In “Boy in a Bubble: What George Clooney doesn’t know about life,” Noonan takes on the Oscars, and dedicates an entire section to the naïveté of the silly hayseed who had the foolish idea to make two movies this year—one about back-room oil industry deals in Washington and one about McCarthyism—and then give an Oscar acceptance speech in which he declared if that made him out of touch, he was proud to be so. Clooney, says Noonan,

…treats his audience as if it were composed of his intellectual and artistic inferiors.

And because they are his inferiors, he must teach them. He must teach them about racial tolerance and speaking truth to power, etc. He must teach them to be brave. And so in his acceptance speech for best supporting actor the other night he instructed the audience about Hollywood's courage in making movies about AIDS, and recognizing the work of Hattie McDaniel with an Oscar…

Mr. Clooney's remarks were also part of the tinniness of the age, and of modern Hollywood. I don't think he was being disingenuous in suggesting he was himself somewhat heroic. He doesn't even know he's not heroic. He thinks making a movie in 2005 that said McCarthyism was bad is heroic.
From there, Noonan goes on to blather some codswallop about how “the Clooney generation in Hollywood” has experienced media rather than life and how Good Night and Good Luck is “unnuanced, unsophisticated, unknowing.” Let’s pass by the fact that “unnuanced” isn’t actually a word, and that Clooney grew up in Kentucky, not in a television studio, and get back to this whole heroism thing.

I’m not convinced that Clooney thinks he’s a hero—but whether he does or not, I do. And it’s because, unlike Noonan, I don’t live in some fairyland where Hattie McDaniel got an Oscar because everyone was reading Gone with the Wind and “taboos are broken by markets, not poses.” (Jeezy creezy, conservatives really do think “the market” is the answer to everything, don’t they?) I live in a place where men walk up to perfect strangers in grocery stores to discuss Black. White., and where a viewing of Brokeback Mountain changes someone’s mind, and where the best discussion anywhere in the media of America’s fucked-up, oil-drenched relationship with the Middle East was not in the Wall Street Journal, but in a movie made by George Clooney, and where the best commentary on media responsibility and what happens when our government goes batshit insane was also in a movie made by George Clooney. I live in a place where the government tries to amend the Constitution to permanently render the LGBT community second-class citizens, and the president stays on vacation while poor black folks drown and starve, and we collectively ignore an entire continent that desperately needs our help, while people like George Clooney make movies like Brokeback Mountain, Transamerica, Crash, and The Constant Gardener, all of which serve to remind us how much we fail people, no matter how much dirt is swept under the most optimistic rug in the world.

So, yes, I consider George Clooney a hero. Not just because he peers at the dirt under that rug, but because he stood up on behalf of all of us who join him in his dirty work, day in and day out, and said that we ought to be proud that we do.

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Men v. Roe

Toast passed on this BBC article with the note, “Wow. The National Center for Men… It'd be funny if it weren't so, you know, not funny.” And then I saw this AP article, on the same subject, which is a lawsuit prepared by The National Center for Men to challenge the issue of male reproductive rights. As expected, The National Center for Men is arguing that “a man involved in an unintended pregnancy should have the choice of declining the financial responsibilities of fatherhood.”

The case was filed on behalf of Matt Dubay of Saginaw, Michigan, a 25-year-old computer programmer who has been ordered to pay $500/month in child support to a daughter he had with his then-girlfriend last year. (Or, as the article says, “a girl born last year to his ex-girlfriend.”) Dubay asserts that his ex-girlfriend told him that she couldn’t get pregnant because of a physical condition, and that he made her aware he didn’t want a child.

Nothing I’ve read so far indicates that Dubay took any precaution to use birth control, just in case. (Or, you know, as a charmingly quaint homage to the 80s, when we all learned to use condoms to protect ourselves against a deadly STD called AIDS; phew—glad that’s behind us!) But Dubay’s freedom to act irresponsibly was encroached upon by the “girl born last year to his ex-girlfriend,” and The National Center for Men thinks that’s totally unacceptable. So their solution is to require women to comply with whatever men want to allow them to get back to their carefree selves.

"The problem is this is so politically incorrect," [said Mel Feit, director of the men's center]. "The public is still dealing with the pre-Roe ethic when it comes to men, that if a man fathers a child, he should accept responsibility."

Feit doesn't advocate an unlimited fatherhood opt-out; he proposes a brief period in which a man, after learning of an unintended pregnancy, could decline parental responsibilities if the relationship was one in which neither partner had desired a child.

"If the woman changes her mind and wants the child, she should be responsible," Feit said. "If she can't take care of the child, adoption is a good alternative."
Got that argument? A man and a woman make a child together. If the man doesn’t want the child, he should be able to opt out of the responsibility, and the woman should be responsible. Of course, the flip side of this coin, which is left out of the article, is that men’s rights advocates also believe if a woman doesn’t want the child, she should be forced to be responsible to carry it to term at the man’s wishes. (In the latter case, this is usually referred to as “fathers’ rights,” although they like to leave any reference to “fatherhood” out of the discussion of the former, as in this case, where the child is not even referred to as his daughter; the use of language alone is informative as to how these men want it both ways.) You’ll notice in both cases, the woman is expected to be responsible—by allowing the father freedom from child support payments, by either getting an abortion or giving the child up for adoption if she can’t support the child on her own, or by not getting an abortion or giving up the child for adoption even if she doesn’t want a child but the father does. Funny how that works.

"There's such a spectrum of choice that women have — it's her body, her pregnancy and she has the ultimate right to make decisions," said [Feit]. "I'm trying to find a way for a man also to have some say over decisions that affect his life profoundly."
Men have plenty of “say” over this decision—but it all happens before the pregnancy. They have “say” over the women with whom they choose to have sex. They have “say” over whether they choose to discuss in depth with a partner what they would do in the case of an unintended pregnancy—and what their partners would do. They have “say” over whether they put a condom on.

Once a woman is pregnant, men’s legal “say” ends. They don’t have the right to demand abortion, and they don’t have the right to demand carrying the fetus to term, because conferring those rights would allow them to exact control over another human’s body, which is simply an untenable position. And no matter how much you don’t like that, it doesn’t belong in the courts. Take it up with the Almighty, or the Intelligent Designer, or Mother Nature, or whatever, which in its infinite wisdom decided that only one sex should have the ability to get pregnant.

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On a side note, all of this discussion about what a woman should or shouldn’t do is really extraneous to the key issue, which is child support, one of many issues targeted by fathers’ rights advocates, which is almost exclusively a misnomer for deadbeat misogynists. Trish Wilson writes extensively on this topic (you can start here).

And as a further aside, let me issue the reminder that sometimes doctors make mistakes. I’ve known several women who were told they could not get pregnant, and then—voila!—they did. Women may tell you in good faith that they’ve been told they can’t get pregnant; if you don’t want a kid, wear a condom, anyway.

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Komedy!


Neep! Neep! Neep!


Thank you! I'll be here 'till I'm shot! Good night!

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Dear Alderman: I loved your work in Batman and Robin!

My new alderman, Bill Waterhouse, has a page up at the new 24th Ward Regular Democratic Organization website.

I cheerfully voted for Waterhouse in the special election that displaced my previous disaster of a alderman, the reform-opposin', SLAPP-suitin', eminent-domainin', donkey-ridin' Tom Bauer. Time will reveal what kind of politician the neophyte Waterhouse will turn out to be, but one thing is apparent already - he has something of a sense of humor. This would explain the uncaptioned photo that accompanies his open letter to the constituents on his webpage: a picture of liberal icon and matinee idol George Clooney.


Starring George Clooney as Bill Waterhouse










You would not easily confuse Waterhouse for Clooney if you saw the two of them side by side. But it's all in good fun, eh? And now at least we have an idea of who the alderman would like to portray him in any future biographical film.

(Yeah, he gave us the old double-cross-post...)

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Question of the Day

Suggested by Constant Comment: Who is on your dream Democratic ticket for the 2008 Presidential race?

I suppose I have two. The first is unelectable, but since this is a dream I'll say Howard Dean and George Soros. The second is perhaps a little more plausible: Wesley Clark and Evan Bayh.

Shakes Sis has just informed me that her dream ticket is Al Gore and George Clooney. I guess it depends on what sort of dream you're having.

Let it rip, Shakers

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McCain K Street

Inveterate douchebag:

Good-government advocacy groups working on lobbying reform say their longtime ally Sen. John McCain (R-Ariz.) has played a smaller leadership role on the issue than they had expected.

McCain’s lower-than-hoped-for profile on the sensitive subject coincides with what prominent lobbyists describe as a quiet effort by his political team to court inside-the-Beltway donors and fundraisers in preparation for a possible 2008 presidential run.
Hat tip Think Progress.

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House Approves Patriot Act Renewal

Like it matters. With Congress willing to retroactively make legal anything criminal done by the administration, and the president issuing executive orders for whatever the hell he wants, the Patriot Act is little more than a nicety to let us know how they’ll be encroaching on our civil rights.

So, for informational purposes only, please note that federal investigators will continue to be able to use roving wiretaps and get access to your library, business, and medical records without a court order, along with some other shit that would piss you off.

Oh, yeah, and most of the provisions were made permanent.

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