Tuesday, October 22, 2019

Strange Fruit

The dotard is not strategic, but his language is not accidental, especially heading into another hate rally in the deep south. It is absolutely elemental to his own deep insecurities, and those of the cultists, to phrase this situation -- entirely of his own making -- as one of victimization and persecution.

(It also links to their larger feelings of victimization and persecution; while most reasonable people can empathize with the crisis of people in their forties and fifties suddenly getting their jobs outsourced or commodified and being told to learn to code or whatever, it also begs the question of what exactly they did do when that job crisis hit them -- did they do anything at all to broaden their skill set, or improve their existing skills, or did they just retreat into a cocoon of Fixed Noise jabber in between the stream of court shows that show what those people do with their free time.)

Of course, some of the response to this ugliness is to offer the usual don't get distracted counsel, which is nonsense. We're functional adults with triple-digit IQs (hopefully), so we have the bandwidth to pay attention to all of it. And this is something that deserves attention, because the mentality that underpins that language is pervasive, and populates a politics composed of imaginary grievances.

And the corporate media continue to enable that bullshit narrative, with their Cletus safaris and their endless plaints about economic anxiety and such. The people in that crowded room in Sevierville, Tennessee are not good people making bad choices or whatever. They know exactly what they're doing and what they support, and they are not going to be persuaded by some focus-grouped idiocies cooked up by the usual gang of overpaid, weasel-faced consultants.

Frankly, at this point, I'd be more inclined to vote for a candidate that promises to enact policies to help them along to their ultimate destinations as quickly as possible, than one who spouts the usual pablum about "helping" them. Help them what, spend another twenty miserable years bullying everyone who isn't exactly like them, pretending that an entire system of violent oppression didn't permeate the region for a full century, that Emmett Till had it coming? These people don't do a goddamned thing besides suck up oxygen and health-care resources.

People on both sides of the issue keep dancing around the idea of "having to apologize" for the heinous acts of long-lost generations. But they're asking the wrong question. It's not that they think it's unfair being asked to apologize for the sins of their great-great-grandfathers, it's that they're not sorry about it. At all. They're still pissed that they lost. That's it. That's all there is to it. That's all it's ever been, and ever going to be. Stop trying to find "better angels" in people who really don't have them. It's not that complicated. Write them off and move on.

In the meantime, yes, this deserves attention, and no, it is not a distraction. Pay attention to the people defending the comment, and treat them accordingly moving forward. Lindsey Graham, who is the avowed Baghdad Bob for this administration, and a certifiable disgrace to the institution in which he holds office, is old. Make him retire in disgrace. Give every nickel you can spare to Jaime Harrison, and boycott every corporate media outlet that gives Graham air time to spread his shame. Hogan Gidley is young, thinks he has a career of some sort ahead of him. Remove that hope from him any way you can, again by boycotting any media outlet or company that gives him exposure or a job or any sort of recognition beyond a square kick in the balls. That little prick should spend the rest of a very long life knowing that he will never have respectable employment again.

I hate to sound like one of my long-passed elderly female relatives, but they were right about people. It comes down to two very simple principles:
  1. When someone tells you who they are, believe them.
  2. People will treat you how you let them treat you.
If enough of us just let those two things guide our perceptions and reactions to all the players in this madness -- political weasels, media lackeys, soulless spokes-tools -- then we can't go wrong. These pigs live on money and attention, and when starved of both, they shrivel up. Don't engage them, don't debate them, don't give them the time of day. Just walk away from them.

Sunday, October 20, 2019

Our Liberal Media

I don't know how many more reasons one needs to completely boycott the utterly worthless New York Times, but maybe this will help:

They spent months front-paging the Hillary server story, and now that she's been cleared, they dump that news back on A16.

Between that, the countless Cletus safaris, and the bad-faith hackcess journo pieces, it's actually very difficult to tell what purpose the Times serves anymore. Half the slop-ed columnists are notable only for the sheer paucity of insight or fresh analysis, and the reportage mostly has the undercurrent of a beaten wife who's terrified of angering her psychotic spouse. Who needs it?

I know it's still the "newspaper of record," but the only reason for that is because people still think it's the newspaper of record. That's a simple tautology to change, and a necessary one, because there should be no question that they will have their thumb on the scale in the name of "fairness" for the 2020 election.

The corporate media, whether cable teevee or print, are not your friends, and they are not the savior of the republic that they portray themselves to be. They're dogsbodies working for the psychotic billionaires who own and operate this popsicle stand, and their clear mission is to steer you into voting the way they want you to -- or better yet, not voting at all. Electoral inertia is their fondest wish.

Do yourself a favor -- clear your mind and dump these fucking weasels, the sooner the better. The one good extended piece they manage to crank out every month or so no longer offsets the daily harm they do. They are better than Fixed Noise only by a matter of degree.

Saturday, October 19, 2019

Legalized Theft

When people talk about bringing manufacturing back to the US, they're really talking about health care, whether they realize it or not, whether they care or not. That's just how it is.

And when they debate a "choice" between "Medicare for All" or the "public option," it inevitably comes down to how much it will cost and who will pay for it. All of that avoids the elephant in the room -- how much everything costs. What we laughingly refer to (in Voltaire's "Holy Roman Empire" sense) as the "health care system" is in fact an unholy collusion between HMOs, insurance companies, and pharmaceutical companies, designed explicitly to hoover money out of a captive market, and if need be to hunt down destitute cancer patients and get them on the debt hook of our for-profit carceral state.

With private equity scumbags leading the charge, it's no wonder Wall Street hates Warren and Sanders -- they might actually do something about this evil system. No matter which candidate finally gets the nomination, they'll have their work cut out for them. As I've said for many years now, Wall Street despises Main Street, and this country is literally owned and operated by psychotic billionaires who would rather bankroll Grampa Walnuts another four years to start World War 3, than pay a single percentage point more in taxes -- or hell, even pay the taxes they actually owe right now.

We need another system, not merely a tweak here and there, but a complete rebuild. This doesn't work for most people anymore. It is sadistic, and the playing field is uneven for all but the few who own it. People do not change until they understand that the cost of not changing is greater than the cost of changing, and nowhere is that more true than with the handful of greedy chiselers who own most of everything.

Near as I can tell, there are just two ways to get them to that understanding:  violence, or making them broke. The second option would be preferable for a number of reasons, but may not be feasible since they own all the basic necessities people have to use or obtain, and it is extraordinarily difficult to keep a sufficient number of people attentive and motivated simultaneously.

But that's how it happens, and that's how it changes. No politician, no matter how well-meaning, will ever be able to more than make modest, incremental adjustments to a system that is irretrievably wrong, run by a business model that is literally set up to not provide the service for which it has already been paid, or to finally provide the product at an outrageous markup.

Family Affairs

Isn't it wonderful to live in a country where an endless line of otherwise unemployable fail-children can lecture everyone on the evils of nepotism? I mean, Hunter Biden seems like a garden-variety cheesedick failson who rode his last name as far as it would take him. Which makes him different from Ronna Romney, Liz Cheney, Meghan McCain, the adult Trump offspring, and all these other tedious assholes, exactly how?

Yes, it's bullshit that Hunter Biden should be able to get this makework bullshit job and scoop up an easy $50k/month for nothing. But that's a drop in the bucket compared to what the conniving, chiseling, pelf-grubbing spawn of Donald Trump's polluted seed raked in last year, and the year before, and next year. You know? The fucking balls on these goddamned people.

What the fuck does Meghan McCain do, sits her fat ass on a morning talk-show for bored housewives and inflicts her worthless opinions on everyone else, since she's completely unqualified for anything resembling actual labor where there's a tangible product at the end of the day. Her skill set includes calling the manager and pushing around the help. She doesn't do a single thing that you would trade a hard-earned dime for. If she was on a cruise that shipwrecked on a deserted island, she'd be roasted on a spit within a week -- one, because then you'd finally get her to shut the fuck up, and two, because she's completely useless otherwise.

I've always despised the Kennedys and Bushes for this same nonsense, this false sense of noblesse oblige intertwined with the expectation that since you know their name, you love their game. Oh, how nice of you to take a break from your Hamptons parties to pretend you give two shits about the peons. But at least most of the scions of those families made some minimal effort to be marginally competent at something. Not anymore. You wouldn't hire Eric Trump to fix your fucking toilet.

Once again, you have to give Paris Hilton some credit -- she may be a clueless idiot, but at least she had the common decency to take her hard-earned money and go the fuck away.

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Paging Noel Casler

I want to give a shout-out to someone who literally cannot have enough promotion for doing what he's doing -- Noel Casler, standup comedian and former production assistant on Trump's cheesedick fake-tycoon teevee show, has been speaking out about Trump's racism, his issues with sexually assaulting women (and girls), his drug addiction, his outright stupidity, and so much more.

I don't know how much of a household name Casler would have been if he'd kept quiet like everyone else associated with that piece-of-shit show, but the fact is that in the current climate, he's taking a real risk speaking out like he is. He @'s Trump (and the kids, when he mentions them) every time, daring them to come at him with slander and libel suits. And they don't. There's a reason for that.

It's a futile dream, but maybe some intrepid media monkey out there might stumble across Casler's page, or go see his act (where he also talks about this stuff), and do some extra digging (the big if, of course, being whether they are permitted to by their insect corporate overlords). At this point, such a person might literally save the country or the world from impending disaster caused by a vicious, senile psychopath. If he's full of shit, report that. But this is a guy that could point the right person in the right direction.

And I don't mean doing what People did a while back, which was essentially "reporting" that "Casler says..." these things about Trump. Is there evidence? Are there other witnesses, corroborating sources? Do the American people have a right to know if their ludicrous ass-clown chief executive snorts Adderall, molests teenaged girls, and casually drops racial slurs?

Even if proven true, would it convert the cult? Of course not. It's not for them, it's for everyone else. It's for everyone that was right about this cocksucker from day one, and told to go fuck themselves; it's for the academics who will be responsible for compiling the historical record to have accuracy and context, and a complete narrative to pass down.

You just never know, strange shit happens. Bill Cosby's crimes finally got investigated because a relatively unknown stoner comic, Hannibal Buress, kept talking about it in his act:  Bill Cosby is a rapist. He kept saying it enough that more and more people started paying attention to it. It got coverage. Women started coming forward and telling their stories. It took time but it happened, and it started with one guy everyone thought was nuts at first.

Perhaps most importantly, an overwhelming preponderance of such lurid information might eventually provide the electorate with the opportunity to revisit the wisdom of investing too much power in any single person (or in this case, homunculus). But since this is a country that still clings to useless relics of "tradition" like the penny and daylight saving time, don't hold your breath.

The Onion Timeline

Parody is deader than Generalissimo Francisco Franco. No mere bloggerses such as yours truly, we lowly scriveners who occasionally cook up short burlesques for your and our amusement, would stoop to something this cheap and obvious. And yet there it is (as always, click to embiggen).

If I've said it once, I've said it a million times -- every day with this ridiculous, jabbering moron is like watching Wile E. Coyote paint a tunnel on the side of a mountain. The added bonus of his dipshit kids (and useless dingbat Meghan McCain) lecturing everyone on nepotism is just icing on the cake.

So he green-lights ethnic cleansing on a loyal ally that helped stop ISIS. So Turkey's dictator now has fifty of our nuclear bombs. So we might be sliding toward World War 3, and/or a recession, and/or more and worse climate change issues. As long as that greasy piece of shit still sits there and people still pretend he's remotely fit to hold any office, we get exactly what we deserve.

Oh well, maybe Sean Spicer is preparing his next Dancing with the Scars skit. Probably dressed up as Maria Schneider from Last Tango in Paris this time. Bring your own butter!

Monday, October 14, 2019

Video Games

These people, they just never stop, do they? These weird closet-case assholes who self-actualize by re-imagining an obese, drug-addled senior citizen who never exercises, probably can't walk more than thirty feet at a time and certainly can't run, as this righteous ninja taking down all his "enemies" like a bad-ass. Maybe they just ran out of fetish porn to liberate their knuckle-children to, who knows?

Apparently the video -- and we both know which video I'm referring to, right? -- has actually been out for some time, making the rounds of the incel sector of YouTube. Interesting that, in addition to showing "Trump" "killing" all the "fake news" networks, shown with logos for heads (wow, these guys just never cease to amaze with their profound creativity), and "celebrity" critics such as Kathy Griffin and Rosie O'Donnell, there are also political figures such as Rep. Maxine Waters, Sens. Bernie Sanders, Willard "Mitt" Rmoney, and Hillary Clinton, and former President Barack Obama. Seems like someone should get a visit from the good folks of the Secret Service.

There are the usual howls of outrage from the usual howlers, but we'll see how long it lasts until the next one. Corporate media journalists are particularly sensitive about this one, understandably so. But this has been coming for a long time, and it's not like he's bothered to conceal his contempt for them. Some of them are doing good work with limited resources and bandwidth. Others might want to pause for a second and ask themselves if anyone is really clamoring for another profile of some fist-shaking codger in a haunted Pennsyltucky diner.

Whatever the case, never doubt for a moment that these people have made themselves abundantly clear. Their "humor" is the humor of the Joker, the sadism of an Itchy & Scratchy cartoon or a bloody Deadpool (or in this particular case, Kingsman) movie. And that's not a slam against those movies; as mindless action movies go, they're well-made and passably entertaining.

But for these obsessive goons who worship a pathetic old huckster and make these little objects of devotion as a token of love, the line becomes blurred eventually, as their "works" become more notorious but strangely, women still won't fuck them. Obviously they're not successful at anything else in life, so it revolves around the one thing they're....well, good at is not the right word, maybe recognized for.

But even that has its limits -- this Carpe Donktum asshole is going to get doxed and outed, and probably shit-canned from whatever broom- or button-pushing job he has in meatspace. It's not like Commander Babyfingers is going to show his appreciation by appointing him Minister of Dopey Propaganda and throwing money at him. The real news is, that's not how Fat Donnie has ever operated. It's a one-way street, hoss. So good luck with all that.

The good news is that maybe now some folks can quit with the damned civility lectures. There's your fucking civility, champ. How do you like it? Maybe it's time to punch back by putting together a few two-minute compilations of Fatboy Says the Dumbest Things, give it Yakety Sax or sad-trombone bumper music, and make it viral.

Saturday, October 12, 2019

Dubya and Me

To be a talk-show host, to state the painfully obvious, must be a very weird experience. It is literally your job to get along with everyone you encounter, to always have to know what to say and how best to say it. Since the majority of your guests are simply there to plug their latest projects, which you may or may not check out and may or may not enjoy, you also are put into the position of having to pretend the affirmative on both of those things. I just loved your [movie/teevee show/album/book], really! Eventually, as David Letterman showed us, such a thing wears a normal person down.

The personality traits seem by definition to be heightened in the daytime arena, where the fluff is even fluffier, and the goal seems to be to provide solace and affirmation to whatever the audience is stuck spending their afternoon tuning into such a thing. Daytime hosts are the hype people for video wallpaper, essentially. And they do it with the persona of being everyone's friend.

Oprah is the queen of this sort of thing, of course, and she's very good at it. She has cemented herself in the American psyche as a goodwill ambassador, someone whose work ethic and positive attitude has transformed lives.

But she has also inflicted Doctors Oz and Phil on an unsuspecting nation, so there's that. She is tight with Tyler Perry, who poses as a champion for black artistes, while simultaneously building an empire on the backs of non-union contract workers.

So when we all saw Ellen DeGeneres sitting next to ol' Fredo Arbusto at the Cowboys-Packers game last Sunday, one instantly assumed the requisite round of side-taking and tribal affirmation. I think it does say something about Ellen, but it also says -- as these things always do -- so much more about us, and our supposed deep concerns, and how impotent online twitrage is supposed to equal some sort of constructive action or activity.

Sunday, October 06, 2019

Take Out the Trash

I need to remember to do this more often, but Her Royal Whineness Fuckface Von Clownstick has that way of sucking every molecule of oxygen out of the room:  the down-ticket races matter just as much, or even more, as/than the vote for president.

Liz Warren won't be able to do jack shit if that fucking traitor Addison (#MoscowMitch) McConnell is still in the Senate, much less running it. Henchman #LeningradLindsey Graham is just as bad, as is the useless hand-wringing of Susan Collins, whom the great state of Maine should be thoroughly ashamed of by now.

Below are three donation links to kick all three of these turds to the curb:


Stand With Jaime Harrison

#RESIST Susan Collins

Do your duty America -- flush twice. And throw in a few bucks to each of these worthy candidates.