Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Let's Have A Safe, Mature Halloween

Dick Or Treat

AM addendum:

Apparently, our Halloween shindig is still in progress, and Blue Gal has written the guest list.


Greetings to all our new visitors from C & L, and parts unknown.

Monday, October 29, 2007

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Friday, October 26, 2007

CanCon Friday - The Guess Who

At this time, I would like to inaugurate an unoriginal concept, CanCon Friday, with that mighty prairie schooner, The Guess Who, playing 'When You Touch Me' from Wheatfield Soul.

Take it away, boys


Wednesday, October 24, 2007

What Were Once Vices Are Now Habits

Ronbo 2

I started blogging a year ago today.

Frankly, I never thought I'd wind up spending the time that I do following such a pursuit...I used to stifle a chuckle at my roommates (back in the bad old 80's), lolling about in their underwear tippity-tapping on a keyboard about the weather and people they hated to those of a like disposition and circumstance.

Yet, here I am. The difference being, I occasionally trouble myself to dress now before I commence to opining.


At this time, I would like to thank some worthies...Jane Hamsher, TRex, and the denizens of Firedoglake, for tolerating my visions from the beginning.

The very nice and wholesome folk in my blogroll visible to your immediate right, give them all a visit sometime.

And you, dear reader, for allowing me a moment on your mind.


Drat And Double Drat

Media Matters:

Addressing his radio audience on October 23, Glenn Beck said, "[L]et me tell you, so you know, so you can tell those who want to make me into an evil supervillain..."

And you'd have gotten away with it too, if not for rassum brassum msblsssl riberal bloggers.


Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Try The Veal

Dangling Patriotism

At this time, I would like to welcome all my guests from Crooks and Liars, routed here through the delightful devices of my pal, Blue Gal.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Dig a Little Deeper, Glenn

Glenn Pick

Media Matters:

On the October 22 edition of his nationally syndicated radio program, host Glenn Beck stated, "I think there is a handful of people who hate America. Unfortunately for them, a lot of them are losing their homes in a forest fire today."

Jesus might have saved your sinner's soul, but the brain was far too rubbished for his tender mercies.

Ask me not to weep for you when your slide into ignominy commences, hired mouth.


Dialog, Duologue, Diatribe...Dissension.

Foregone Conclusion

Let's Go To Our Correspondent


The Secret History of the Impending War with Iran That the White House Doesn't Want You to Know

...It was an average morning in April, about four weeks into the war.
Mann picked up her daily folder and sat down at her desk, glancing at a fax cover page.
The fax was from the Swiss ambassador to Iran, which wasn't unusual -- since the U.S. had no formal relationship with Iran, the Swiss ambassador represented American interests there and often faxed over updates on what he was doing.
This time he'd met with Sa-deq Kharrazi, a well-connected Iranian who was the nephew of the foreign minister and son-in-law to the supreme leader.
Amazingly, Kharrazi had presented the ambassador with a detailed proposal for peace in the Middle East, approved at the highest levels in Tehran.

A two-page summary was attached. Scanning it, Mann was startled by one dramatic concession after another -- "decisive action" against all terrorists in Iran, an end of support for Hamas and the Islamic Jihad, a promise to cease its nuclear program, and also an agreement to recognize Israel.

This was huge. Mann sat down and drafted a quick memo to her boss, Richard Haass. It was important to send a swift and positive response.

Then she heard that the White House had already made up its mind -- it was going to ignore the offer.

Its only response was to lodge a formal complaint with the Swiss government about their ambassador's meddling.

It appears the American Executive branch wishes for America to die.

Is this what America wants?

h/t Group News Blog

Saturday, October 13, 2007

The Quiet Places

As I travel among my blogs of interest this morning, I'm finding that many of them have taken the time today to share evocative music...Songs and artists that make them pause, and take them to a place unsullied by current events.

A form of escapism? I think not...more like mental hygiene, throwing hope forward for better times to come.

Peace be upon us all

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

...Like the eyes of strange things are upon you?


At this time, I wish to welcome some more worthies to my blogroll, which appears to grow in direct proportion to the density of my nonsense.

Say hello to Blue Gal, Tengrain, the otherwhirled, FranIAm, and Monkey Muck...Fine blogs for fine people.

Please don't judge them by the raffish company that they seem intent on keeping.


'May our children find the world that we have lost'

Monday, October 08, 2007

I Can See A Big Reunion...How Could We Go Wrong, Now?

"You might even see Howdy Doody grooving with the squares"


A happy Thanksgiving and Columbus day to all.

You'll Have To Dig Deeper Than That, Karl

Pick Your Moment

Washington Post:

At the end of the interview, (Rove) asked that his quotes be sent to the White House first. "I'm still a cog in the great machine," he explained.

But even the cog does not want to be identified solely by his ties to the president. He knows he will go down in history as Bush's "architect," but he thinks he can expand his identity beyond just that. "It's not like my life from here forward is going to be defined by it," he said. "I have a chance to create something else. I'm not just going to be typecast as, 'Oh, that's the Bush guy.' "

I beg to differ.

Rove, your life from this point on is defined precisely by your role in the wanton destruction that your benefactors have wreaked.

You and your minions sought power for power's sake, used tragedy for personal gain, cheapened greater brands for short-term profit, poisoned the well of reasoned discourse, and sacrificed human lives...Deeming them expendable because they weren't members of the investor class that you so slavishly serve.

All this is what you will be remembered for, long after you have passed on to the dust from whence you came.

There will be no image rehabilitation, no acceptance of Atwater-style deathbed recanting...And no understanding hands reaching from across the ideological divide when you pretend an epiphany because all other posturing has failed.

There is no mercy for you here.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

They're Paying For It, You Eat It

They're Paying for It, You Eat It

Media Matters:

During the September 26 broadcast of his nationally syndicated radio show, Rush Limbaugh called service members who advocate U.S. withdrawal from Iraq "phony soldiers."
He made the comment while discussing with a caller a conversation he had with a previous caller, "Mike from Chicago," who said he "used to be military," and "believe[s] that we should pull out of Iraq."
Limbaugh told the second caller, whom he identified as "Mike, this one from Olympia, Washington," that "[t]here's a lot" that people who favor U.S. withdrawal "don't understand" and that when asked why the United States should pull out, their only answer is, " 'Well, we just gotta bring the troops home.' ... 'Save the -- keeps the troops safe' or whatever," adding, "[I]t's not possible, intellectually, to follow these people."
"Mike" from Olympia replied, "No, it's not, and what's really funny is, they never talk to real soldiers. They like to pull these soldiers that come up out of the blue and talk to the media."
Limbaugh interjected, "The phony soldiers." The caller, who had earlier said, "I am a serving American military, in the Army," agreed, replying, "The phony soldiers."

There's nothing phony about men and women who serve their country, putting their personal well-being on the line every day so that some overfed narcotics violator can make the big bucks bloviating.

Empirically disgraceful, and typical of those with a mouth for war.

Just One, I'm On A Diet

Just One, I'm On A Diet

Bye Bye, Unamerican Pie

Unamerican Pie

You Got To Have A Justice For Me

Gotta Have A Justice For Me