When Leni Met Milli


God bless those fascists and their love of propaganda. The latest news out of China's near-Goebbelsesque spectacle is a small controversy about a young girl deemed "not cute enough" by the State. It seems the precocious child seen belting out "Ode to the Motherland" for the whole world to see, one Lin Miaoke, wasn't actually the vocalist behind the performance. No, that was Yang Peiyi, who had the misfortune of being less cute (because of an imperfect set of teeth, it seems) than über-charmer Miaoke.

"The national interest requires that the girl should have good looks and a good grasp of the song and look good on screen," Chen [Qigang, the ceremony's chief music director] said. "Lin Miaoke was the best in this. And Yang Peiyi's voice was the most outstanding."
Uncensored Chinese bloggers are at odds over the decision:

On the side of dissent (soon to be quashed), a middle-aged retail worker laments: "This is like a voice-over for a cartoon character. Why couldn't they pick a kid who is both cute and a good singer? This damages the reputation of both kids for their future, especially the one lip-synching. Now everyone knows she's a fraud. Who cares if she's cute?"

But sucking up to the Politburo, a Beijing-area marketer responds: "I can understand why they picked the prettier girl. They need to maintain a certain aesthetic beauty during the opening ceremonies. This situation is not so bad, especially since it gives two people an opportunity to shine rather than just one."

So, what say you, Shakers? Fraud or a case for aesthetic beauty?

[H/T to everyone in the multiverse]

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Quote of the Day

"Where there is evidence of criminal wrongdoing, we vigorously investigate it, and where there is enough evidence to charge someone with a crime, we vigorously prosecute. But not every wrong, or even every violation of the law, is a crime." -- AG Michael Mukasey from his speech to the American Bar Association.

As Steve Benen was right to point out, any violation of the law is, by definition, a crime.

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Duh of the Day

Say, here's something that millions of fat people could have told you: Fat doesn't automatically make you a walking time bomb. Lack of fat doesn't automatically mean you're not a walking time bomb.

Shocking.

I'm a big fatass who's pretty healthy (aside from my fuckleg). Years ago, I knew a guy who's skinny as a rail, but is also a McDonald's franchise owner who eats his own product three times a day—and his blood pressure and cholesterol are off the charts.

Because of decades of faulty presumptions and prejudices about fatness, almost anyone would look at the two of us and think that I'm the one who's unhealthy.

I'm still the one whose headless body is most likely to end up in the news.


[H/T to about a dozen different Shakers, and many thanks to each of you.]

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Wow.

I have nothing much to add to this, other than Holy Fucking Shit, what fucking year is this?

Who Places A Lower Value On Black Lives? Would that be a police officer who accidentally shoots and kills a black woman, or that woman herself, a mother of six children by five different drug-dealing fathers, who takes up with yet another drug dealer?

[...]

Not surprisingly, black leaders are outraged. Also not surprisingly, their outrage is not directed at women in the black community who squeeze out litters of fatherless children, or the men who fuck and run, or fuck, deal drugs, and go directly to jail.
I seriously haven't seen such a blatant example of pigheaded white privilege and racism in a long time. "Squeeze out litters of fatherless children..." Just... holy shit. I don't link directly to this... ahem... "syndicated advice columnist, journalist and blogger," but if you choose to click over from my link, prepare yourself for some unbelievable "journalism."

Update: I should add that the comments thread at S,N! has some "trannie" jokes peppered around, so be warned. Also, the comments thread at the "journalist's" post are pretty vile, but you probably figured that out for yourself.

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The World Wonders

Last night while I was on the phone with a tech support guy from Romania (long story for another post) and while we were waiting for the program to load, we ended up chatting. Based on our conversation, I figured out that he was about 21 or so and therefore had grown up in the post-Communist era. For those of us of a certain age, it's amazing to think that an entire generation has passed since the fall of the Berlin wall and the end of the Soviet Union and the Warsaw Pact.

He asked me rather tentatively about the presidential election; he started out asking when it would actually take place. I told him, and then he asked whether or not a lot of Americans were paying attention to it. I am not the most objective observer, but I told him that by and large I thought that with the Olympics, the latest summer blockbusters at the cineplex, and the fact that the conventions haven't even taken place yet, most people weren't really concentrating on the latest tit-for-tat ad war going on between the candidates. And then I asked him if they were paying attention to it in Romania.

Absolutely, he replied; many of the people he knew were fascinated by the process and the fact that America might elect a black man as president. I tried to keep my preferences out of the conversation, and while he was careful not to express a preference for a candidate, it was clear that he -- and a lot of other people -- are watching what we do here.

And why shouldn't they? Like it or not, who we elect as the next president will have an impact around the world. In spite of the vaudeville approach we take to this exercise in democracy, the other residents of this planet know that the choices we make in the voting booths across America in November will touch their lives. The American dollar, however awkwardly, is the basis for the rest of the world's economy, and even the casual traveler around the world, be they in Windsor, Ontario, or Red Square in Moscow, gets asked if they want fries with that at McDonald's. And there is nowhere you can go in the world without tripping over America's influence in music, entertainment, and fashion, even if the clothes themselves are made in China. As has been often noted, we conquered the world after World War II without really meaning to. So, like it or not, we have an obligation to the rest of the world to choose wisely next November. There is more at stake than just what goes on here in our fifty states, and the world watches, waits, and wonders.

This is no great revelation. We've known that for generations. But clearly it's never really been as important to the rest of the world as it is now who sits in the Oval Office, and I don't just mean to the leaders in Europe, Russia, Asia, or the Middle East. We often forget the connections between ourselves -- you and me -- and the other people half-way around the world, like the tech support guy working the overnight shift in Romania. And it must look odd to them to see us choosing candidates based on who we'd like to have a beer with, who can handle a bowling ball, or who scores political points by making unflattering if not misogynistic and racist comparisons to a celebrity that no one outside of the pages of People or Access Hollywood care about. They must really wonder why those things matter to us; don't we realize what we're doing here? They must get the feeling that they're watching an excerpt from Charlie Chaplin's The Great Dictator where Adenoid Hynkle, dictator of Tomania, does a graceful ballet of bouncing a globe of the world around his office like a balloon. So after eight years of fecklessness, bullying, and xenophobia by an administration whose sole purpose was to ensure the permanent majority of a political party and whose contribution to foreign policy has been staggering -- in both senses of the word -- the rest of the world is understandably curious, if not wary, of who will come next. For all the mockery the McCain campaign gave Barack Obama about his world tour last month, the reception the junior senator from Illinois received from both world leaders and the public showed the relief they feel at the possibility of a new direction and how much more cooperation there would be with a president who knows not to rub the Chancellor of Germany the wrong way -- in both senses of the word. (I can't help but think there's a tinge of jealousy in the McCain camp; Barack Obama got rave reviews from Kuwait to London; John McCain got laughed at for parading through a Baghdad rug market in a flack jacket.)

I'm not saying we have to make our choices based solely on what the world thinks of us, but it is important to remember that we're not alone on this planet. If one of the factors we use in the choice of a president is his ability to understand foreign policy, it's not just about dealing with the Axis of Evil and trading with China, the largest country in the world that owns most of our debt. It's also about the tech support guy in Romania who is of the first generation of his country to experience democracy and has the overwhelming curiosity to ask a complete stranger from America -- calling on a cell phone with a question about software -- a question about who will win the presidential election in November.

(Cross-posted.)

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Screw the Whales

With 161 days left in office, President Bush and his merry band of miscreants are figuring they might as well start shitting on the carpets and pissing on the drapes before they vacate the premises for good:

Parts of the Endangered Species Act may soon be extinct.

The Bush administration wants federal agencies to decide for themselves whether highways, dams, mines and other construction projects might harm endangered animals and plants.

New regulations, which don't require the approval of Congress, would reduce the mandatory, independent reviews government scientists have been performing for 35 years, according to a draft first obtained by The Associated Press.

…The draft rules would bar federal agencies from assessing the emissions from projects that contribute to global warming and its effect on species and habitats.
This is the same bullshit the administration is trying to pull with the proposed HHS rules which would redefine contraception as abortion, except, in this case, the proposed changes "would accomplish through regulations what conservative Republicans have been unable to achieve in Congress: ending some environmental reviews that developers and other federal agencies blame for delays and cost increases on many projects."

All of these rules changes, coming when everyone's paying attention to who's going to be the next president, are effectively the same law-dodging horseshit as the signing statements and national security letters of which Bush is so fond. They’ve found every loophole to do end-runs around federal law, and they're exploiting every one of them to conservatives' advantage on their way out the door, hoping everyone will instead be paying attention to Bush making a complete arse of himself at the Olympics, rather than noticing he's making a mockery of our laws back home.

Like the administration's 2006 proposal for a fire sale of public land, where the public was given 30 days to contest the proposal, we're being given a "60-day public comment period" to register objections before the new Endangered Species Act regulations are finalized by the Interior Department.
A new administration could freeze any pending regulations or reverse them, a process that could take months. Congress could also overturn the rules through legislation, but that could take even longer.
So the best thing to do is try to create a groundswell of disapproval during the public comment period. It won't start, however, until the regulations are formally proposed, so we've got to keep our eyes peeled. (I'm thinking it will be posted here, but I'm not certain.) Let me know if and when that clock starts ticking, Shakers—and it will be teaspoon time.

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Edwards

So, while I was away, John Edwards—erstwhile presidential candidate and my former boss—admitted that he had indeed had an affair with Rielle Hunter, which he claims ended in 2006, but insists that he's not the father of her child. I had a feeling that the story was true, which is why I said two weeks ago that I hoped it wasn't true, but feared that that it was.

I've been having a good, long think about the situation, and, truthfully, I'm still not sure exactly how I feel about it. I stand by my previous assertion that it's no one's bloody business, given that he isn't running for anything at the moment and wasn't running on a Family ValuesTM platform when he was.

I also understand the sentiment expressed by a number of people, including Maura Kelly here, that Edwards could have irrevocably damaged the Democrats' chances in November if he'd secured the nomination, only to be revealed as a philanderer who cheated on his terminally ill wife. I understand it, but I'm not sure it matters, or should matter, in terms of anyone else's response. It's accurate—but moot. He didn't get the nomination, and I don't have enough energy to get annoyed about hypotheticals.

The truth is, from a political standpoint, I don't care about this story at all. It's only from a personal perspective that it matters to me—and I'm still sorting through all that. I'm not even sure it's really something fit for public consumption, once I do.

For now, maybe forever, all I'll say is this: I keep coming back to a post I wrote in February of 2006.

Titled "What don't you lousy motherfuckers understand about keeping your noses out of our britches, our beds, and our families?", the post was about the religious right's persistence in trying to legislate morality. It was also one of the primary posts to which Bill Donohue took exception when he turned me into a target to get at John Edwards.

Edwards responded to Donohue's attacks by issuing a statement which began: "The tone and the sentiment of some of Amanda Marcotte's and Melissa McEwan's posts personally offended me. It's not how I talk to people, and it's not how I expect the people who work for me to talk to people."

If I'm honest, I've been wondering if he might be inclined these days to reconsider his condemnation of my fierce defense of people's right to live their lives on their own terms, free from the oppressive vicegrip of sanctimonious wankery—or if my use of the f-word still renders me offensive, irrespective of what I'm using it to say…

Well. I suppose I'll never have an answer to that question.

I'm still proud of that post.

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime

The Adventures of Pete and Pete

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Mondo Fucko at the Olympics



Note to Self: Draft signing statement making volleybally the Official Sport of Amurika, heh heh.

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Meant To Be A Joke

We talked at length earlier today about racism, specifically in regards to the Chinese and their hosting of the Olympics. Coincidentally, while we were knee-deep in this conversation, this charming little gem appeared in my inbox at work, courtesy of a co-worker:

FREE TICKETS AND ALL EXPENSES PAID INCLUDING AIR FARE TO THE 2008 OLYMPIC GAMES IN BEIJING, CHINA

To participate is easy - just view the attached photo, correctly answer the following questions and send in your answers.

1. Which student seems to appear tired / sleepy?
2. Which ones are male twins?
3. Which ones are the female twins?
4. How many women are in the group?
5. Which one is the teacher?
6. Which two just finished a joint?


I guess you're not going either !
To which I tersely replied:

hey betty*

i found this "joke" racist and offensive. please do me a favor and don't forward any more of these emails.

thanks so much,

deeky

cc: Manager, Department Head
I don't have anything brilliant to say here, partly because it should be obvious to anyone with half a brain how offensive this "joke" really is (that it throws sexism in there on top of the racism is just a bonus), and partly because other posters and commentors here have already put it in words far more eloquently than I have or even could. But it is painfully clear to me, no great revelation this, that we've a long way to go before we can say racism is no longer an issue in this country. Anyone who doesn't believe that can come clean out my inbox for me.

* Name changed to protect the guilty.

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Question of the Day

Nicked, with permission and encouragement, from PSoTD: Who is the worst primary lead singer addition/replacement in rock and roll history?

The rules: "It could be a required or optional change, but it has to occur to a band after they have released their first album. There are so many candidates to choose from, but list the band and the singer, since some bands have had more than one primary lead singer change in their history, i.e. Van Halen, with Sammy Hagar."

Fook, I'm hard-pressed to come up with a worse answer than the example!

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What the hell is wrong with John McCain?

How is this an actual campaign advert?



[Transcript below.]

Not to put too fine a point on it, but, if this were put through a "Straight Talk" filter and actually translated into genuine straight talk befitting the mavericky delicious conductor of the Straight Talk Express, it would just show a picture of Obama next to a white girl with the narration: "Your idiot starfucking daughters and faggoty sons want to do sexay times with this black man, White America." Cut to a picture of McCain: "No one wants to fuck this. Vote McCain."

Interesting approach. I'll give him that.

Transcript:

Voiceover: You've seen him in London, Paris, and Berlin. Now you, too, can join The One's fanclub right here in America.

Random Anchor 1: You'd think Elvis or the Beatles had come to town!

Random Dude #1: This is amazing—I almost felt like crying when he signed it.

VO: The perks are amazing. Like a tax increase for everyone earning more than forty-two thousand dollars a year. [people cheering] He's a rock star!

Random Chick #1: Oh, I'd say he's at the level of Bono for me. [giggles]

VO: Able to move appetites with just a local appearance.

Random Anchor 2: You could feel it building at the Taco Bell across town, just before lunch.

Taco Bell Employee: We're not usually busy whenever it's raining, and it's been busy all day.

VO: So act now—and don't delay. We know he doesn't have much experience and isn't ready to lead, but that doesn't mean he isn't dreamy!

Random Chick #2: The aura around him is just really nice.

Random Chick #3: What I love most about him is that he has very soft eyes.

Random Dude #2: Hot chicks dig Obama.

Wayne and Garth: We're not worthy! We're not worthy!

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lol your ugly

So there's this woman, Bernann McKinney, who was recently in the news for paying to have five puppies cloned from her dearly departed pet pit bull. Thing is, she is likely the same person as a woman known as Joyce McKinney, who is a fugitive alleged to have kidnapped and raped a man 31 years ago.

The AP is trying to unravel the whole story (and engaging in their usual disgraceful habit of euphemizing rape: "[I]investigators say he was repeatedly forced to have sex with McKinney before he was able to escape and notify police"), and reveal Joyce McKinney to be a deeply disturbed and dangerous woman who is not only an alleged kidnapper and rapist, but an alleged stalker and repeat criminal who seems to wreak havoc upon other people wherever she goes.

And guess what else? She's ugly.

James Stamey, the husband of the woman McKinney was charged with threatening, said McKinney left Newland about two years ago and no one had really seen or heard from her.

Until she showed up in the news about the cloned puppies.

"That's our Joy," Stamey said from his home in Newland.

Years ago, Stamey said, McKinney was a beautiful girl worthy of the Miss Wyoming USA crown.

"She's ugly as sin now," he said. "But, sure enough, that's her."
That's how the AP's story ends. Because what every sophisticated and intelligent news reader wants to know about any woman at the center of any news story is whether she's fuckable. Especially as assessed by a highly impartial source like the husband of a woman she once threatened. (If indeed the woman in the picture is even the same woman she is suspected of being.)

Stamey's quote is positioned so as to be justifiable by virtue of the fact that her identity is a central part of the story. But the same idea could be paraphrased—"Stamey said her appearance has changed over the years, but she is still recognizable enough that he is certain it's her"—which is something journalists do all the time, especially when sources do phrase things inappropriately. Here, though, the choice was made to spell out that McKinney used to be beautiful and is now "ugly as sin." It's meant to shame her—and considering she's an alleged rapist, it's pretty revealing about our cultural expectations of women that we're left with that note, that the journalistic choice here is to let it resonate that she is ugly, rather than dangerous.

It's a truly obnoxious flipside to the soft bigotry of low expectations. You know, not only do I not giving a flying shit if Stamey (or anyone else) thinks that McKinney is ugly, but I really suspect the man she (or the woman she is presumed to be) allegedly raped doesn't give a shit, either.

When feminists say things like, "The worst thing a woman can be is ugly," it sounds hyperbolic—until you read shit like this.

By the way, pictures of McKinney suggest that, as is frequently the case, what qualifies her as "ugly as sin" is merely being fat.

[Hat tip to Shaker Em.]

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Some Idle Speculation on the VeepStakes

Guest Blogger: SAP.

Dave Winer posted this on FriendFeed: an interesting bit of speculation on who might be Obama's Vice-Presidental selection.

Intriguing. Thoughts?

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Henry Kissinger Has Olympic Fever!


Adorable. Nothing warms the cockles of my heart like seeing a couple of war criminals enjoy the Olympics.

[Via.]

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Let's Take on Russia Too

As I'm sure all of you are aware, Russian forces have invaded Georgia and are wreaking quite a lot of havoc in the process. As they make their way towards central Georgia, there's a lot of speculation going on as to what the Kremlin's end goal is with this exercise.

For some folks like Billy Kristol, the end goal should involve our going over there to kick Russia's ass:

But Georgia, a nation of about 4.6 million, has had the third-largest military presence — about 2,000 troops — fighting along with U.S. soldiers and marines in Iraq. For this reason alone, we owe Georgia a serious effort to defend its sovereignty. Surely we cannot simply stand by as an autocratic aggressor gobbles up part of — and perhaps destabilizes all of — a friendly democratic nation that we were sponsoring for NATO membership a few months ago.

For that matter, consider the implications of our turning away from Georgia for other aspiring pro-Western governments in the neighborhood, like Ukraine’s. Shouldn’t we therefore now insist that normal relations with Russia are impossible as long as the aggression continues, strongly reiterate our commitment to the territorial integrity of Georgia and Ukraine, and offer emergency military aid to Georgia?
Regardless of whether or not sending our troops to Georgia would be justified, exactly how would you pull this off, Billy? See, we have this pesky little military operation going on Iraq and Afghanistan that's using up all of our resources, including our own National Guard. I guess it couldn't hurt to go into MORE debt to help fund that operation too, right? After all, it's not like we're actively paying for any of this. But where will all of these volunteer fighters come from? Should we turn the draft back on so we can get a good-sized force to take on our old arch-enemy? Yeah, that would go over big with Billy's biggest fans as they try to flee to the north.

The bottom line is that Billy's wet dream simply cannot be achieved. With barely any public support left for Iraq, Russia would be a really tough sell. Oh sure, we can still do that political posturing that we're known for; all of that finger wagging and scolding to pass a resolution that Russia's been a bad boy. Beyond that, however, there's not much left in terms of influence. With tapped resources and an irrelevant leader (along with an impotent Congress), the most we'll be doing is watching to see what happens.

And don't forget to join us next week when Billy Kristol has our troops flying to Darfur.

[H/T to ThinkProgress]

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Patriotic Image of the Day

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Monday Blogaround

Sock it to me, Shakers! What'd I miss?

Recommended Reading:

Brandy: Product (Dis)placement: The Pretty, Pretty Princess

Dan: Train Wreck Alert!

The Boston Brahmina: A Story of Iraq

Tigtog: No Thanks, Random Incompetent Shill

Lauredhel: Women Still the Sex Class in International Elite Sports

Leave your links in comments...

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RIP Isaac Hayes

As Petulant mentioned in the Morning Readings, Isaac Hayes died over the weekend for reasons yet undetermined. The linked article ends:

In an April 2001 appearance at Chicago's Symphony Hall, Hayes went back to his early musical roots of jazz, crooning ballads by Frank Sinatra, Tony Bennett, Billy Eckstine and others.

"This is where I started out," Hayes told the crowd at the time. "My heart is jazz, and I'm a hopeless romantic. I was in a talent contest in high school singing 'Looking Back' by Nat King Cole. I was just a raggedy kid, and I won the contest, and all the girls said, 'I want your autograph.'

"I was going to be a doctor, but that's when I said to myself, 'Hey, there's gonna be a change of course here.'"
I'm sure he would have made a fine doctor, but I'm glad he changed course.

I was at that show in 2001, in an eclectic Chicago audience of his early soul fans, recent "South Park" fans, and a smattering of people who simply couldn't resist the description of the guy who sang the theme from Shaft hanging out at the Chicago Symphony singing jazz standards. I was in the latter group—and I wasn't sure what to expect: a train wreck, a snoozefest, something wonderful…?

When he walked out clad in what looked for all the world like jailhouse pajamas (that's a picture from the show, at top left), I braced myself. But despite the ensemble, and its raucous incongruity with the venue and the occasion, the show very nearly verged on magical. Weird, but magical.

What struck me most was that I was watching a guy doing exactly what he wanted, exactly the way he wanted to do it. And I thought that was pretty damn cool.

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