August 15, 2008
August 14, 2008
I'm trying to think of a show with a better title than "Secrets of the Dinosaur Mummy" and I'm failing miserably.
August 13, 2008
Babies, pt. 2
Matt Bors sums it up well:
Looks like the tension between the Clinton and Obama camps hasn't cooled yet. Hillary's supporters want to put her name in at the convention for "catharsis." I suppose that's necessary for people whose egos prevent them from accepting the observable reality that they lost.
That's really it in a nutshell. I've written before that I've never seen a more stubborn candidate than Clinton- still refusing to accept that maybe, just maybe, not showing any remorse whatsoever for voting for the damn war might have caused her loss- and there's and even more stubborn and arrogant attitude present in her die-hard supporters. When Bill Bradely lost the primaries, he released his delegates, got a speech at the convention, and we moved on. When Howard Dean lost the primaries, he released his delegates, got a speech at the convention, and we moved on. When Hillary Clinton lost the primaries, she got (so far) an entire night of the convention devoted to her and her supporters still want to vote for her anyway. That's not moving on. When is the media going to pull their head out of their ass and start acknowledging that "catharsis" means "we want to make Obama look bad so we can feel better about ourselves?"
I'm both amused and annoyed with the parade of euphemisms for "whiny little babies" that have been tossed around here- be it "catharsis" (translated: we still think Hillary is better, accept that or we'll keep crying) or "unity" (translated: we still think Hillary is better, accept that or we'll keep crying) or whatever term will be tossed out next week to describe the whiny hordes who will only be placated when the actual candidate (just as a reminder, that's Obama) is cast as substandard to Hillary Clinton.
Jesus. My brother and I used to fight over toys and when our mom told us to give one back, we'd break it just to be mean. Then we turned eight.
August 12, 2008
The baby brigade
The revelations released by The Atlantic today highlighting what everyone who either has at least three brain cells or two brain cells and aren't named Armando already knew- that the chief strategist of the obviously in no way race-baiting and divisive Clinton campaign had a detailed and explicit strategy in mind of race-baiting and being divisive- highlights a lot more than the amazingly startling fact that a handful of stubborn whiners on a handful of websites were somewhat inaccurate in their belief that in no way could Hillary Clinton's campaign been defeated not by the evil and devious machinations of the dastardly Barack Obama but because her campaign, well, blew.
I noted months ago, not that this was a really risky guess or anything, that a field as self-righteous and ego-centric as weblogging was going to bring forth a whole new generation of literate juveniles who are completely incapable of accepting that they were wrong about something.
There's a certain hatefulness you can see in their writing- the bulk of it framed in an arrogant and, frankly, offensive attitude toward Barack Obama vis-a-vis his electoral chances by smirking that, tee hee, of course Obama can win the election, but he'll definitely win it if Hillary Clinton is his running mate. As I joked earlier, it's the Nice White Lady concept. Obviously a young, less-experienced black man couldn't defeat someone as tough as Hillary Clinton just because he, you know, did.
Now, of course, we have the already-proven-as-laughable argument that John Edwards is responsible for Hillary not winning the nomination, because, once again, it's simply impossible to believe that she simply lost to a better candidate with a better campaign.
To sit here, today, and argue that the Clinton campaign was a superior machine done in by the low-handedness of Obama's team is a fascinating mixture of hypocrisy, ignorance, and insanity. And to continue to look at how inept and ineffective Clinton's campaign was as a rationale for daring to claim it would benefit Obama is nothing but the tantrums of small children who think screaming their heads off will get them their ice cream. After eight years of George W. Bush, America is desperate to have grown-ups in charge again. It's a shame that there are some so-called Democrats who don't want to be part of that.
August 11, 2008
In the last two weeks, the major talking points from John McCain about the presidential race have been: Barack Obama is offering a lot of good advice about stuff, Barack Obama is very popular, Barack Obama visits other countries and knows what's going on in them, and Barack Obama is a lot younger than him. I'm at the point where I'm not exactly sure who John McCain is going personally planning on voting for.
I was in Las Vegas for the last four days, and it was one of those periods of time where you make a sarcastic joke about how you, ha ha ha, really hope nothing important happens, and then, of course, out of nowhere John Edwards announced he was cheating on his wife. There are a lot of liberal pundits and bloggers who are playing the "personal lives are nobody's business" card on this and I would like to make my solitary post on the whole story by saying that's so full of shit it's unbelievable. As others have already noted by the time I got back to my computer to write this, for Edwards to betray his dying wife is bad enough, and perhaps that in itself way have constitued a "private matter," but to be doing it during the same period of time that he was trying to run for president is abhorrent. This isn't even the equivalent of something; it was actually putting yourself over your country.
I am incredibly sad for Elizabeth Edwards in this, but my thoughts are more with former co-workers at the Center for American Progress who devoted countless months to volunteering for John Edwards and his work that has essentially been flushed in the crapper after this. And if there is one single person on this planet that Edwards owes a personal apology to, it's Amanda Marcotte, who endured two weeks of unforgivable abuse from the more prominent terrorists of right-wing punditry for, in Edwards's own words, "saying things he found personally offensive." Edwards threw Marcotte under a bus because she said a naughty word while he was busy getting some tail on the side. In the immortal words of the Dali Lama, Christ, what a fucking asshole.