The first serious female candidate for executive office was just undercut by a younger woman with a fraction of the experience, who will enjoy her candidacy soley because an old white man picked her out of a lineup.
If I were a Hillary supporter, I’d be really pissed off right now.
I hope you’re right, but I can see it going the other way, too. There are some pretty seriously bitter people out there, and it may be hard for Biden to do well against her in the debates.
"Supervillian Fanfare" from Supervillians, by Suckadelic.
So this is fun: old cartoon and sci-fi samples set to beats. Most of the songs focus on a single source (and usually the villian from whatever it’s sampling), but this is kind of an overture, just to give you an idea. It would make for some pretty boss Halloween party music.
1. At the warehouse where I recently used to work: “What, Steven Stills has a new album out? Is that dude still alive? Why’d we get so many? Whatever.”
2. On seeing the actual album art: “Ooooooh it’s some sort of goth/metal thing. I guess that stuff’s still pretty big, especially around Boston. Huh. Whatever.”
3. On getting the mp3 for “Being Here” from the Insound mailing list: “What? U2-type stuff? Why does their album have a black cover with a frickin’ skull on it? Man, I don’t understand anything anymore. This shit makes me feel old. Whatever.”
“Socrates, Sophocles, Aeschylus, Thucydides, Pericles, Xenophon, Demosthenes — all clarified their moral, physical, and intellectual courage on the fields of battle. War led them to believe that they would rather die fighting than live as another man’s slave. My question is this: Will I kill to free another man’s slave into a world that may be more chaotic, anarchic, and dangerous? It is difficult to match deeds with the ancients. I am cloaked in the conceit of technology.”—Jason Armagost, stealth bomber pilot, from “Things to Pack When You’re Bound for Baghdad,” collected in When War Becomes Personal: Soldiers’ Accounts from the Civil War to Iraq, edited by Donald Anderson, excerpted In the September ‘08 Harper’s Magazine.
I cannot watch this movie no matter how hard I try. And try I have, THREE FUCKING TIMES. In my most recent attempt, I made it about 15 minutes in and then went to bed. That was a week ago, and I decided today that I should just give up and send it back to Netflix.
I will never see this movie. Ever. I’ve finally accepted that.
Am I missing anything?
It’s definitely not life-changing, but when I saw it on the big screen I thought it was kind of an awesome popcorn movie. Maybe you have a friend with a kickass home theater system?
The whole thing is pretty enlightening, though one sort of wishes they got some interviews with some of the “Neocons” in there to sort of round-out the oral history aspect. My favorite, odd detail so far - quoted in thisRadar piece about the documentary:
“Gen. Franks likes margaritas,” says Lt. Gen. Michael DeLong, “and I’ve got a margarita recipe—of course, I’m a tequila connoisseur. And so we sat down and had some margaritas and tequila and discussed whether this the right thing to do for us, for the country? Can we look our troops in the eyes and say, ‘You’re going to die tomorrow and here’s why?’ And the answer was yes.”
Insert your “and say goodbye to THESE!” joke here. Related: Please indicate any recommended Iraq War Documentaries in the comments or via a reblog. And/or your favorite margarita recipe.
Adam Curtis’s “The Power of Nightmares” is really more about 9/11 => Afghanistan, but there are a lot of Neocon talking heads (including some former hitman types).
And this isn’t really a recipe, but I’m always in favor of involving Triple Sec.
“Sometimes the best way to catch a film is just to tune in without being aware of what is on, to a commercial-free movie channel and have a movie on, maybe something that you had written off or didn’t think that you would have liked and enjoying it. And if you don’t catch the beginning when you first see it, being able to go back and see the beginning the next time it’s on. I love being taken unawares by a good film.”—
FUCK YOU. I’m sorry you have cancer and your kid died, etc. But to be honest, everyone has gone through shit like that in their lives. But not everyone sits there and lies and pretends that they are someone they are not. That they are married to someone who doesn’t exist. Fuck you for sitting by a man who you knew was cheating on you, in a time in your life when what you needed was support. Fuck you for supporting someone who is a liar and a fake. Fuck you for helping create a persona that never has existed.
I hope you beat your cancer for your kids. But at the same time, you’re just as bad as your husband.
I think we can all agree that this is incredibly stupid. But it takes things to such an obvious extreme that it provides a nice jumping-off point for a request I’d like to make—one that I suspect will fall on deaf ears, but that’s never stopped me before.
How about this: here and now, we all make a pledge. We are going to make a pledge that we are no longer going to make judgments about the personal lives of people we do not know. Not just politicians, but celebrity parents, rich athletes, etc., etc., etc. If we don’t know them personally, how about we just say, when we find out something bad they did, that maybe they had their own reasons. Who knows? Maybe they were having a bad day, maybe they caught a bad break. Or shit, maybe they didn’t. But why should we care? What possible reason could there be for someone to denounce the dying wife of a retired senator and failed presidential candiate? Oh sure, talk about what people are doing, discuss the wisdom of their actions, etc., etc. That’s all gossip, and fine and dandy. But doesn’t it seem a little…delusional to get worked up about it? There’s so much denouncing in America today, so much self-righteousness, outrage, outrage about the lack of outrage, so much offense taken. And it makes the marketplace of ideas an unpleasant place to be. Lord knows there are things in America right now worth getting worked up about. But the only people whose sex lives should make you, uh, frangry—those are the ones you yourself are personally involved in. Everything else is just a funny story about fucking, and everyone can enjoy those.
“they’ve succeeded only in shining a light on the fact that the John McCain of today is unrecognizable from the John McCain of just a couple years ago. The real question is what happened to the John McCain we used to know and why he changed overnight into a George Bush nominee with a Karl Rove campaign. The new John McCain supports the Bush tax giveaways for the wealthy he once denounced, opposes his own immigration bill, flip-flopped on torture, and runs negative ads after calling for an honorable campaign. Frankly, it tells you everything about this election that the McCain campaign spins its wheels recycling what we said about John McCain way back when while scrambling and sputtering to explain away Governor Pawlenty’s praise of Barack Obama today.”—Senator John Kerry responding to McCain’s new ad where Kerry and other leading Democrats praise McCain as bipartisan. It’s responses like this that make you wonder where Kerry was when he got swiftboated. (via election08)
Whoah, Radiohead with real drums! This is from the _My Iron Lung_ EP, which was only maybe released in the UK? Don’t really feel compelled to do the research, but holy cow does it rock! I kind of can’t believe I hadn’t heard of it before, but I knew enough to recognize a bunch of fresh (to me, atleast) Radiohead tracks. I GUESS NOW I’LL GO READ PITCHFORK OR SOMETHING EQUALLY OLD-MEME.
p.s. I got the new byrne/eno mp3 annoucement in my mail, but haven’t listened to it yet. Will hopefully post soon.