Is it purple? Are there unicorns?

Shaker Todd S. emails:

Just pulled this moments ago from Marketwatch.com...

WASHINGTON (MarketWatch) -- U.S. financial markets are "strong and solid," President Bush said Friday...
Yes as evidenced by nearly every banking stock in America setting new multi-year lows.

Seriously Mr. President, what color is the sky in your world?

Still. Fucking. Clueless.

Oy.

UPDATE:



Inspired by Tart:

A president wished for
a planet full of unicorns
Planet Unicorn!
Unicorn Planet!
Heyyy...

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Friday Cat Blogging

Catfight! It's one thing if the terrible twosome want to spend their entire afternoon chasing each other around for the express purpose of attacking one another, but I don't know why they had to drag Mr. Sidney Poitier into it.


That was me, of course, you could hear whistling, as well as snorting in the background when the Tilsinator stuck her face out from under the chair with her mouth wide open like some kind of glaikit shark. Tils is also the drama queen making all the noise. Olivia is a ninja, and therefore a silent killer.

And apparently now it's naptime:




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Media Glare

I've got a new piece up at The Guardian's Comment is Free about the horrendo cable news coverage of the Iowa caucuses last night.

Proving once again that they are a complete disgrace, the American cable news media embarrassed themselves beyond redemption last night by taking to new levels their deranged fascination with Vagina-Americans' and M-Fer Americans' respective alignment with "their" candidates. Hopefully no one will tell them about the existence of black women, or their heads might explode.

Ironically, I was tuned into CNN for most of the night, where 2000 Al Gore campaign manager Donna Brazile was among the panel of expert pundits. I can only speculate that the reflective shine from Anderson Cooper's famous silver locks refracted the studio light in such a manner as to render Brazile unrecognisable as a black woman to the white men surrounding her.
The whole thing is here.

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RIP Andrew Olmsted

Hilzoy: "Andrew Olmsted, who also posted here as G'Kar, was killed yesterday in Iraq. Andy gave me a post to publish in the event of his death; the last revisions to it were made in July. … What follows is Andy's post…"

[M]any of us in America have forgotten that war means death and suffering in wholesale lots. A decision that for most of us in America was academic, whether or not to go to war in Iraq, had very real consequences for hundreds of thousands of people. Yet I was as guilty as anyone of minimizing those very real consequences in lieu of a cold discussion of theoretical merits of war and peace. Now I'm facing some very real consequences of that decision; who says life doesn't have a sense of humor?

But for those who knew me and feel this pain, I think it's a good thing to realize that this pain has been felt by thousands and thousands (probably millions, actually) of other people all over the world. That is part of the cost of war, any war, no matter how justified. If everyone who feels this pain keeps that in mind the next time we have to decide whether or not war is a good idea, perhaps it will help us to make a more informed decision. Because it is pretty clear that the average American would not have supported the Iraq War had they known the costs going in. I am far too cynical to believe that any future debate over war will be any less vitriolic or emotional, but perhaps a few more people will realize just what those costs can be the next time.

This may be a contradiction of my above call to keep politics out of my death, but I hope not. Sometimes going to war is the right idea. I think we've drawn that line too far in the direction of war rather than peace, but I'm a soldier and I know that sometimes you have to fight if you're to hold onto what you hold dear. But in making that decision, I believe we understate the costs of war; when we make the decision to fight, we make the decision to kill, and that means lives and families destroyed. Mine now falls into that category; the next time the question of war or peace comes up, if you knew me at least you can understand a bit more just what it is you're deciding to do, and whether or not those costs are worth it.
Blub and more blub.

Go read the whole thing.

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My Two Cents Worth

A lot of other people are chiming in on the results of the Iowa caucus, and a lot of those people have degrees in political science, they've studied polls and statistics until their ears bleed, they have a lot of innate knowledge about the politics of a small state that doesn't represent the whole of the electorate any more than a chihuahua represents the Westminster Kennel Club, but nevertheless they all seem to have something to say and they all have agendas to put forth. So be it, and so why shouldn't I just make a couple of little observations?

First, I agree with the inimitable Kenneth Quinnell at T.Rex's Guide to Life: calm down, and I pretty much said the same thing yesterday; the Iowa caucus is like the Oracle of Delphi. People take away from it exactly what they want to hear, and it is such a small representation of the real electorate that even losers in the past have gone on to win their party's nomination. That's why I'm sorry to see people like Joe Biden and Chris Dodd give up so quickly.

Second, resist the sweet siren song of the clichés that are pouring forth: "change has spoken," and so on. The spin is nauseating and disorienting, and it will only get worse; the New Hampshire primary is Tuesday -- yet another small state with little or no macro-representation of the nation as a whole. Of course, when you have hours of time to kill on the cable shows and you're up against Chris Matthews, clichés are the only refuge.

Now, to be completely contrary, if -- and it's a big if -- there's anything to be gleaned from the Iowa results, it is that the Republicans should have everything in the world to be freaked out about. A whole lot more people turned out for the Democrats than for the Republicans, and Barack Obama attracted a lot more voters than did Mike Huckabee. If this is an omen for the general election -- and I'm not saying that it is -- it would seem that the Democrats as a whole and Sen. Obama in particular drew in a lot more people both within and without the Democratic camp than Mr. Huckabee did within the Republican party. If you macroized the results to reflect the entire country, it would seem that more people, regardless of party, would be drawn to the vision and appeal of Mr. Obama than they would to that of Mr. Huckabee and his retro appeal to the evangelical wing of the GOP. No matter how much he tries to pretty it up and make it sound soft and folksy, under that velvet tone is the hard-core message of fundamental dominionism. That may win primaries and scare the crap out of the mainline GOP, but it won't win the general election.

Finally, this isn't the end of the Clinton campaign, nor that of John Edwards, John McCain, Mitt Romney, or Rudy Giuliani. Not by a long shot. They may have to readjust their message, but there is still life yet left in all of them. Which means we get to do this all over and over again, and by then we'll all be so sick of it that even Josh Marshall will be posting pictures of his kid to take our mind off the ceaseless noise.

Cross-posted from Bark Bark Woof Woof.

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Huckbiscuit


Mike Huckabee feels like a thoroughbred, bitchez. (As well as a superhero mongrel, and possibly a penis. Unless "Mr. Happy" doesn't mean to Arkansans what it means to the rest of the world.)



[Video c/o Petulant.]

Transcript:

Huckbiscuit: Today I am Mr. Happy, to be sure.

Fox Douche: You certainly are. Uh… [edit] Let me ask you this: A month ago, you were wayyyy in the back of the pack. Mike Huckabee win Iowa? Impossible. Today, how do you feel?

Huckbiscuit: I feel like Seabiscuit. Uh, I mean, let's face it—there's a whole lot of Americans out there who love to know that the underdog can still win.

[edit]

Fox Douche: And former Arkansas Governor Mike Huckabee, the Seabiscuit candidate, we thank you very much for joining us live.

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Snort.

Obama, on getting one step closer to the Oval Office: "This feels good. It's just like I imagined it when I was talking to my Kindergarten teacher."

Zing!

[The jab at Clinton explained.]

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Just an Observation...

by Elle

So a few days ago, the LA Lakers wore retro (short, close-fitting) shorts in a game versus the Celtics. Kobe was not so thrilled:


I don't know what it feels like to wear a thong, but I imagine it feels something like what we had on in the first half. I felt violated. I felt naked. It's one thing to see films with guys wearing those things. ... I'd rather stay warm, man.
Which leads me to wonder if he's at all empathic towards his co-workers who regularly have to sacrifice "warmth" for "uniform gimmicks" like short shorts, in order to entertain the fans?



Just sayin'.

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[I'm a newly-minted PhD, a still-aspiring historian of the United States in the 20th century. More specifically, I study black women's and labor history in the post-World War II South. I'm currently in the middle of adjusting to my first year as a visiting assistant professor of history. Still, my most challenging job by far is mothering a bright, opinionated nine-year-old boy. I blog at elleabd.blogspot.com. Yes, it seemed like the ABD status was permanent!]

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Quote of the Day

"None of this worries me—Sept. 11, there were times I was worried."Rudy Giuliani, on having evidently been as appealing to Iowa caucas-goers as an expired slug.

Satire is officially dead.

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime

Bush v. Clinton, 1992


Watch for the look on Bush's face when they cut to him during Clinton's answer. He looks like he's about to get hit by a Mack truck.

And he is.

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Thompson Takes Third



Huh.

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Winnerz



Well, I think between this good Southern Baptist Preacher,
and this Muslim terrorist, the choice for America is clear.

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Iowa Caucus Open Thread

Instead of a QotD tonight, we'll just have an open thread for discussion of primary results, on which we should start getting some news in the next half hour or so.

Obviously, I'm pulling for Edwards, but, to borrow a line from him, the Democratic candidates this year are (comparatively) an embarrassment of riches, while the GOP candidates are just an embarrassment. Couldn't be more true. So, unless Biden pulls a win out of his ass, you probably won't hear a lot of complaining from me.

If you need it, here is Your Idiot's Guide To The Democratic Caucuses.

Supposedly, you'll be able to track Dem results here (and presumably the open thread at the Dem Party blog here), and GOP results here.

Anyhow...open thread. I hear JackGoff might be persuaded to serve up some drinks, if we ask nicely.

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Chris Matthews is Really a Girl

That's the only explanation, because everyone knows that boys are good at math—and Tweety really, really doesn't appear to be.

UPDATE: Video here.

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Monkeys Prove Women are Whores at Heart!

It's science, bitchez!

Selling sex is said to be humankind's oldest profession but it may have deep evolutionary roots, according to a study into our primate cousins which found that male macaques pay for intercourse.
Ooh, sounds fascinating! And what did they use as their currency? Twigs? Bananas? Doubloons? Do tell!

On average, females had sex 1.5 times per hour. But this rate jumped to 3.5 times per hour immediately after the female had been groomed by a male -- and her partner of choice was likely to be the hunky monkey that did the grooming.
Dirty whores.

Now, ladies, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that this finding of the 20-month investigation into 50 long-tailed Indonesian macaques seems to reinforce a negative stereotype we have of women being gold-digging sluts, which doesn't really seem like it would have a biological impetus, given the demonstrable relationship between cultural opportunities for women's financial and emotional independence and women's actual financial and emotional independence, i.e. when women are encouraged to be autonomous and self-sufficient, and given the opportunities to do so, they are.

You're also thinking that this finding does, however, strike you as vaguely familiar, and you're thinking about how you like to be shown some affection by your partner before you have sex, and you've never considered that it was trading affection for sex, or anything resembling prostitution.

You're probably also thinking about when your partner drifts his or her fingers lazily down the inside of your arm, or plays with your hair, or strokes your cheek, or spanks your ass so it hums with delicious heat, or touches or kisses you right there, right in that place that you love so much, it's practically an on-button, and about how that feeling is so powerful that you can actually feel the biology and chemistry and primordial history down to your very DNA, because it makes you want to fuck, from your toes to your scalp, and with every tingling bit in between.

You're thinking that makes some evolutionary sense. You're thinking that's a conclusion you can grok, baby—unlike that "selling your sex for grooming" horseshit.

And I bet you're also thinking that this is deeply offensive to men, too, in just that way which that broken record of a blogger Liss is always saying that sexist swill always is—diminishing women with loathsome assumptions about their independence and sexual agency, and diminishing men with wildly crude expectations of their capacity for love and affection. Isn't it curious, you're musing, how once again the narratives of the patriarchy pair so neatly with the conclusions of a scientific study—so neatly, in fact, that you suspect the researchers may have been rather short-sighted in their interpretation of their findings.

But what do you know? Michael Gumert of Nanyang Technological University in Singapore says it's about sexual commerce, and Ronald Noe of France's University of Strasbourg says, oh so matter-of-factly, "There is a very well-known mix of economic and mating markets in the human species itself. There are many examples of rich old men getting young attractive ladies."

And you know it must be true—because girls suck at science.

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Btw, I'd just like to share with you the page, complete with advert, with which I was greeted when I clicked through to read this article:



If you don't get why I'm sharing it, I can't explain it to you.

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Assvertising

[Part 18 in an Ongoing Series: Parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen.]

In which Subway reminds women that the only reason they have to feel good about themselves is being thin, that their self-worth is predicated on their looks, that psychological health is evidently dependent on being pretty, that fat axiomatically equals ugly, and that no man would ever love a fat girl.


Subway: Eat me!

Wev. All I can say is that my fat ass will be over here, Happy-Go-Lucky, as per usual.

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Transcript:

Employee at Counter: May I help you?

Customer: Hi, um, what's your cheeseburger combo meal come with?

Employee at Counter: Bloated feeling, regret, remorse, a bigger waist, loss of self-esteem, loss of boyfriend, shame, years of therapy, fries, and a shake.

Customer: Can I get that without the loss of self-esteem?

Employee in Background: No custom orders!

VO: With those cheap burger combo meals, you could pay in the end. Instead, get a tasty Subway meal, with a new black forest ham or tender roast beef sub, both just 8 grams of fat even with cheese. Subway: Eat fresh!

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That'll Learn Ya


Via Recon, who says: "Cat:1, Kid: 0. Cats are the ninjas of the domesticated animal kingdom." Totally.

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Jim Talent: Gay basher for Romney

One of the very best things the Missouri electorate ever did was to usher conservative water boy Jim Talent out of the Senate and into the unemployment line. You'd think that the humiliation of losing to Claire McCaskill might have taught Talent the folly of pandering to homophobia in exchange for votes...and you'd be wrong. Think Progress reports that as part of Mitt Romney's chorus, "One-note-Jimmy" is singing the only tune he knows: "Teh gay, teh gay, beware teh gay..."

[Romney's] always had the same position as to regards to the gay agenda. Look, he wants to know people to know he values gay people as people, okay? But he doesn’t want the militant gays to be able to change the cultural institutions of the country.

One good reason for Romney to go down: One less coattail for the whining, wheedling likes of Talent to cling to.

Also noted at Pam's House Blend and by Mustang Bobby, below.

(Cross-posted. Didn't particularly want to do politics today, but Talent makes my teeth hurt.)

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RIP George MacDonald Fraser

George MacDonald Fraser, author of the Flashman novels, has died at age 82, after a battle with cancer.

I've recommended the Flashman series before; they are fantastic books about an absolute arse of a man named Harry Flashman, who tumbles his way through life as a coward and a crook, a sexist and a racist, a wholly detestable blighter, and inevitably ends up, as so many like him do (cough Bush cough), regarded as a great man. He is, like Chris Finch, a guy you love to hate.

Five days after we met, Mr. Shakes sent me a missive including the following, which was my first introduction to the odious Flashman—and his slightly more respectable architect, Mr. Fraser:

Mar 20, 9:12 PM

Anyhow, swiftly on to Flashman. It's not high-minded, intellectual ambrosia, but it is very well written, funny and devilishly entertaining stuff. The books are set in Victorian times and concern the misadventures of an English anti-hero, the eponymous Flashman. Fraser borrowed the character from Hughes' "Tom Brown's Schooldays", in which Flashman was the school bully and general villain.

A more entertaining way to learn history has not been invented, as Flashy lies, cheats, steals, whines and screws his way to victory. Winning honours and medals aplenty, despite his being an inveterate coward.

I detect enough saturnine humour in your correspondence to suggest that it may appeal.
Two months later, on my birthday, I received a package from Mr. Shakes. It was a beat-up copy of the first book in the series, Flashman. I thought he had remembered my affinity for used books and picked up a second-hand copy for me; it was only when I opened it and saw the signed inscription from Fraser that I realized it was his own copy Mr. Shakes had sent.

I will always and forever associate Mr. Fraser's name with the moment I first understood that Mr. Shakes cared for me.

And I love his books. I'm desperately sad that he's gone.

[Also see Cernig, who reminds us that Mr. Fraser was a favorite of Terry Pratchett.]

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Horse Race

Yesterday, Kucinich exhorted his Iowa supporters, in the likely event that his support fails to make him a viable contender, to select Obama as their second choice. Dodd declined to do the same:

"The idea that I would go around telling key supporters of mine that tomorrow night, if for whatever reason we didn't get 15 percent, I want you to do the following — I'm not sure I'd vote for me," Dodd said. "The idea that you're trying to market me, auction me off to some other campaign, would truly bother me."
Wow, lookee there—respect for his supporters' autonomy!

Biden's campaign first suggested they would direct their supporters elsewhere, and expected it to be in Obama's direction, then said they wouldn't. Then came a report that they were making a deal with the Obama camp to shift support in specific precincts, which was met with denials.

The Richardson campaign is also expected to direct supports to second-round Obama, with now-denied rumors of back room deals with the Obama campaign circulating earlier yesterday.

Why all the support for Obama? Because it extends the primary. If Clinton wins Iowa, the primary is effectively over and the nomination is hers. But if Obama wins it, there's still a horserace, which means there's a greater possibility of getting to February 5th's Super Duper Tuesday—and that's where Clinton is, presumably, the most beatable if she's hasn't already sealed the deal.

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