Wednesday, October 7, 2009

ObamaCare's secret weapon:
The Senate GOP Jellyfish Caucus

"Reasonable," "moderate," "compromise" -- synonyms beloved by the RINO sellouts who are always ready to roll over and vote for anything called "reform":
I am told quite reliably that in a meeting today on Capitol Hill, Republican Senators began to rapidly move toward concessions on health care because they are afraid they cannot hold their members. . . . Republicans are starting to waver on this.
Aw, c'mon, Erick -- "starting to waver"? As if, until today, Republican Senators were a formidable phalanx of conservative stalwarts standing on guard to defend our liberties against the unconstitutional schemes of the Left?

Are we talking about the same Republican wussies who endorsed Charlie Crist in Florida? The effeminate weaklings who supported John McCain for the 2008 GOP presidential nomination? So far as anyone can tell, there is not a single Republican in the Senate who possesses a sound brain, a straight spine and a functioning set of testicles.

If anyone is still so foolish as to hope that these worthless Beltway GOP closet cases might yet stand up to Harry Reid, Michelle Malkin says to call your Senator via the Capitol switchboard -- 202-224-3121 -- or call Sen. Mitzi McConnell’s office at 202-224-2541.

Man, in an urgent crisis like this, a blogger has to be careful to avoid typos . . .

(Via Memeorandum.)

UPDATE: "Grow a pair!" and other uncivil language from Blago Bloggo. Also linked by Jimmie at the Sundries Shack, Doug at Daley Gator, Underground Conservative and in Larwyn's Linx at Director Blue.

Even worse than fake boobies or . . .

. . . how do you say "ick" in Arabic?
If you're a woman in a conservative Muslim country, you had better bleed on your wedding night. If you don't, your husband or his family will know you aren't a virgin. For that, you could be beaten or killed. . . .
The Artificial Virginity Hymen kit, distributed by the Chinese company Gigimo, costs about $30. It is intended to help newly married women fool their husbands into believing they are virgins—culturally important in a conservative Middle East where sex before marriage is considered by many to be illicit. . . . .
Via Instapundit and there's sickeningly more at from the L.A. Times and the Associated Press. Every blogger and his brother has already commented on this, and there's probably not much more I could say. Yet I feel that I must, even though I'm running late for an appointment in D.C. Perhaps the commenters can further elaborate on the wrongness of this situation.

Innocence is a wonderful thing, but deceit is heinous. Who is the worse fool here?
  • The man whose obsession with bridal chastity is so extreme that he would kill his own wife if he learned she was not a virgin?
or
  • The woman who would perpetrate an elaborate ruse in order to be considered acceptable by such a buffoon?
Is not honesty a virtue equal or superior to chastity? And what virtue shall we praise more than mercy? For even if society condemns fornication -- as well it should -- it would be a most cruel thing to seek a woman's hand in marriage under such terms as to require her to engage in a horrid deceit, lest she suffer death for being honest.

If this is genuinely the state of society in some places, then there is only one proper and honorable course of conduct for any woman who, for whatever reason, may have fear of this particular custom: Let her reject the proposed marriage.

Her would-be husband, if he genuinely wants her, ought to be willing to accept her as she is, however she is. Should the woman's suitor or her family demand to know the reason for her refusal, the woman is not obligated to incriminate herself by any confession of fault. Her adamant rejection could inspire suspicion that she hides a secret sin, or it might be supposed that she is merely excessively proud, and unwilling to accept a suitor she deems beneath her.

Either way, no woman should ever be compelled to accept marriage on dishonest terms.

David Brooks and 'all of those bitter, xenophobic, Bible-thumping clingers'

Look, I am on record as having hated David Brooks ever since "National Greatness," his idiotic 1997 expedition into asinine Big Government Republicanism. No one could ever exceed my limitless contempt for that elitist four-eyed neurasthenic wussyboy.

However, "many hands make light work," and the Brooksian capacity to inspire enmity has spawned a legion of emulative Brooks-haters, including one praiseworthy Red State diarist:
"For the life of me, I cannot understand why all of those bitter, xenophobic, Bible-thumping clingers love O'Reilly, Limbaugh, Beck and Hannity so much—particularly Limbaugh and Beck. I mean, why do hayseeds love those two chubby, former addicts more than me?! Don't they all know that I am the favorite "conservative" of the liberal elites? Sure, O'Reilly, Limbaugh, Hannity and Beck might all have sky-high ratings and millions of listeners/viewers (and Beck has unheard of ratings for an afternoon slot), but I write for The New York Freaking Times!! And, I'm frequently on Meet the Press and PBS (shows so prestigious that they do not need actual viewers) -- and people who listen to NPR love me (they can listen to me and get a free tote bag). That's got to mean something . . .
Read the whole hilarious thing. And hit my tip jar, for I am the Professor who tutors these neophytes in the advanced art of Brooks-hating.

RIGHT WING SCANDAL ROCKS D.C.: MATT WELCH SAYS JUST 'FRIENDS'

Earlier today, in an exclusive report, The Other McCain Enquirer brought you revelations of the shocking liaison between Matt Welch and Andrew Breitbart -- a right-wing scandal that has sparked rumors and innuendo from Washington to Hollywood.

Welch has claimed that he and Breitbart are merely "friends," while insinuating that "respectable news outlets" should avoid the brewing imbroglio. However, the Enquirer can now reveal that there is new proof of other furtive right-wing rendezvous . . .

Breitbart (left) with Stephen Hayes (far right) of the neocon Weekly Standard. The mysterious figure in the center has yet to be positively identified.

Enquirer sources say Welch has been known to cavort at parties with girls barely out of their teens.

Welch (left) with a 20-year-old named McCain (far right).

Breitbart's association with young girls is also notorious, as he is alleged to have used 20-year-old Hannah Giles in a scheme to secure non-profit funding to import South American teen prostitutes to work for infamous pimp, James O'Keefe. Miss Giles may also have other connections to the Welch/Breitbart neocon conspiracy, as shown by this stunning new Enquirer photo . . .

Left to far-right: Neoconservative author David Frum, Hannah Giles, nefarious right-wing operatives Tom Qualtere and Sergio Gor, and Lynn Vincent, infamous collaborator with Sarah Palin.

Furthermore, while it has been alleged by Kejda Germani that the woman in this photo is, in fact, married to the arch-conspirator Breitbart, the mysterious man shown with her (far right) has yet to be positively identified. He is, however, reputed to be an extremely social conservative.

The Enquirer is devoted to bringing you exclusive coverage of this emerging scandal that "respectable news outlets" refuse to touch . . . .

Why I'm not as cool as Jim Treacher

Oh, sure, I've been denounced by Rachel Maddow. My blog is supported by Pamela Anderson's breasts, I got a birthday shout-out from Day By Day, I get to hang with Malkin and Coulter, and I am close personal friends with Terry McAuliffe.

Also, I was recently linked by blog-fu sensei Moe Lane.

But Dennis Miller reads Jim Treacher's blog, and you couldn't get cooler than that if you were mainlining freon in Anchorage. Nude. In January.

Via Stephen Green, who is also not as cool as Jim Treacher, because nobody ever could be. Don't even try.

Cynthia Yockey: Not as gay as she thinks?

Unlike Rachel Maddow, Cynthia doesn't have that hate/envy thing with straight guys. She just prefers a feminine-type personality. So now we need to explain why Cynthia likes me so much. Guess I've got that kind of universality, like an adjustable wrench . . .

Too cruel, yet too true

"Lovers of this masterful Johnsonian art, as I am, always approach a session at Little Green Footballs with the pining hope that there will be, at long last, another image from Johnson's long running oeuvre: 'Nobody Here and Nothing Happening Nowhere.' Often we are disappointed and confronted instead with a mere masterpiece of cutting and pasting framed by the homespun prose commentary by the master hotchatter kicking off another round of up and down dinging amongst his 12 disciples. And while watching the drinking birds nod over the glass never fails to amuse, it does not satisfy."
-- from "The Eternal Banality of the Photography of Charles Foster Johnson," at American Digest

Belated Birthday Testimonial

Is Monique Stuart a white supremacist? If not, why is she saying nice things about me? Does her mother know?

BTW, I met Monique when she worked as an intern at the Washington Times in 2004. Two years later, she introduced me to Jason "Big Sexy" Mattera. A year after that, I sent another intern to interview Big Sexy. Should have known better . . .

The NEA gave Ed Driscoll a grant . . .

. . . and he subcontracted the job to Iowahawk:

Gee, Bill, maybe you should try explaining this to Rachel Maddow

“You shouldn’t believe everything you hear about me… You know nothing about me.”
-- Bill Ayers, white supremacist author of "Dreams From My Father"

Hey, did anybody else notice . . .

. . . that the fundamentals of the economy suck?
The dollar has weakened considerably this year amid low interest rates and massive government spending designed to spur the economy . . .
The U.S. dollar continued its six-month slide Tuesday amid a growing international chorus that wants the dollar replaced -- or at least supplemented -- as the world's reserve currency, a move that would end the greenback's six decades of global dominance . . .
The U.S. office vacancy rate reached a five-year high in the third quarter . . .
More where that came from. Also, generally speaking, oppose any proposal supported by Robert Reich.

Hey, Matt: You steal the newspapers' lunch, I'll go for the National Enquirer

"You wanna help newspapers? Steal their lunch, and laugh in their face. Since almost all else has failed, maybe a cold slap can do the trick."
-- Matt Welch, Reason magazine

SHOCKING RIGHT-WING SCANDAL!

Washington has been abuzz with bizarre rumors of kinky activity between libertarian journalist Matt Welch and Internet news guru Andrew Breitbart. The whispers of scandal were heard as far away as Knoxville, Tennessee . . .

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Breitbart has more important things to worry about than Conor Friedersdorf

Nevertheless, he condescends to take notice:
Conor Friedersdorf refuses to interview me as he continues to be my unofficial biographer. (I’m VERY reachable, Conor.) He writes opinion pieces on me purporting to be journalism. He doesn’t quote or cite me, he simply assumes and pushes the point of view he thinks I have and makes an argument based on these alleged positions.
He even provides free copy for Andrew Sullivan:
I don't resent criticism. I embrace it. But I do resent self-superior journalists attempting to malign me and my vision without coming to me to get my thoughts.
Don't waste your time, Andrew. They are The Republicans Who Really Matter, and their ambitions have nothing to do with anything you're interested in. They claim to be "conservatives" only because, if they didn't, they'd be just more piranhas in the liberal pool.

(Via Memeorandum.)

UPDATE: Ed Driscoll also wastes too much thought on Conor Friedersdorf. Ed -- everybody -- let me sum it up: It's about Conor. His ambitions exceed his knowledge, and that explains everything. Whatever there may be of ideology in Conor's peregrinations is summarized by Dan Riehl:
He's gone from Right to post-Modernist to the Daily Beast in two months. That's someone embracing anything just to find a home. I don't think he even knows what he is at this point.
Right. Politically, he's a platypus.

More signs of consciousness in the electorate

by Smitty

PJTV's Bill Whittle highlights yet another provocative notion: The Contract From America.

This is another site collecting ideas from We The People, and is sponsored by the Tea Party Patriots. Whereas The Bill of Federalism started with Michael Patrick Leahy, the Tea Party Patriots are very literally all over the map.

Ultimately, what matters is that the neo-aristocracy of the modern liberal elite gets electorally kicked to the curb. The left-handed good news about this atrocious administration is that continues to drive a Constitutional awakening in the country.

Cynthia Yockey vs. Rachel Maddow:
Lesbian Smackdown (Pop the Popcorn)

"Last week I thought the videos below were hilarious, but that it was too mean to grab them up from Ace of Spades HQ, who found the first one at The Other McCain. Then Rachel Maddow preached from the gospel of Charles Johnson of Little Green Footballs on "Meet the Press" ON MY FREAKING BIRTHDAY. . . . Kilgore Trout’s latest contribution to racial harmony was to go to Hot Air as a trusted registered commenter and spam the comment section with the n-word in the middle of the night while the moderators slept, then try to pass off his vandalism as representing their views."
-- Cynthia Yockey, A Conservative Lesbian

About that Pamela Anderson video ad

A few readers -- including my dear friend Pundette -- have complained about the "Pamela Anderson extreme video" ad at the top right of the page. These ads come via BlogAds.com, and I'm grateful that Pamela Anderson's breasts support this blog. The boobs are fake, but the revenue is spectacular.

Anyway, when a new ad for my site is sold, BlogAds sends me an e-mail so that I can approve or disapprove the ad. Guess what? I'm so far behind on my e-mail I hardly ever even see a fraction of what comes in, and I didn't even realize they'd sold this ad until I saw it at the top of the page. Should I reject Pamela Anderson nude? Well, I'd hate to hurt her feelings . . .

My opposition to artificial pectoral enhancement is well-known -- though not as well-known as Nigel Horne's syphilis. In general, my preference is for altogether natural mammaries, Track-a-'Crat's hot wife notwithstanding.
Whether they're AAs or DDs, ladies, stick with what the good lord gave ya. To do otherwise is as unnatural as . . . uh, same-sex marriage.
In fact, many readers will remember that I was the first to notice Carrie Prejean's breast implants, an unnecessary augmentation that I blame on Shanna Moakler nude.

Unlike New York Times porn expert Ross Douthat, I don't spend all my time Googling for pornographic photos of sexy women like Bea Arthur nude. Today is my 50th birthday -- hit the tip jar -- and I'm well past the age where my time and energy should be squandered on a perpetual quest for concupiscent arousal.

Yet my appreciation of pulchritude is not in any way diminished, but rather sublimated into an aesthetic admiration. This paragraph is illustrated by Bouguereau's Baigneuse because, like an artist beholding the Androrran Pyrenees, I cherish the beauty without feeling any compulsion to scale the peaks, as it were. And if, in the pursuit of Rule 5, we occasionally celebrate the creature, this is in no way intended to disrespect the Creator.

For more than 20 years, I have been married to the original Sexy Lady, the Rule 5 Hot Mama, Mrs. Other McCain. My wonderful wife has occasionally been offended that I sometimes portray her as insanely jealous.

However, as I often explain to friends, Mrs. Other McCain flatters me by imagining that I'm still the irresistible Speedo-worthy stud she married in 1989 -- every woman's secret desire -- and if my lovely bride ever thought otherwise, she'd probably lose interest in me. So it's important to our marital happiness that my friends help me maintain the illusion that when I walk into a D.C. reception, it's like the Beatles landing at JFK in February 1964.

Well, what does any of this have to do with Pamela Anderson's fake breasts? Why is there an Anne Hathaway sideboob photo next to this paragraph? And why are you tempted to click on that picture? Allow me to suggest that it is normal and healthy to prefer that which is natural to that which is artificial.

While I do not necessarily endorse Miss Hathaway's indecorous display, she does permit us to observe that, when gravity is permitted to exercise its force upon the natural equipage, the effect is by no means unflattering. This is a quality which (sources say) connoisseurs of the phenomenon describe as sagalicious.

You ladies ought not cheat yourselves of the opportunity to become sagalicious. Nor should men let themselves be so entranced by pornography as to become habituated to artificially globular silicone-enhanced boobage. Perversity is addictive. Just ask Roman Polanski.

Today is my 50th birthday and my bride, still a sprightly 45, has invited me to dinner this evening. In extending this invitation, she remarked that there are some things she's never done with a 50-year-old man. Let's all hope she will avail herself of the opportunity in the very near future, thus to help me continue in the necessary belief that I am still every woman's secret desire.

And you definitely should hit the tip jar. Chicks dig a guy with a big tip jar. Who knows? I might get lucky.

UPDATE: Thanks for the happy birthday Rule 2 links from known associates Obi's Sister, Daley Gator, Pat Austin, Rhetorican, Jimmie Bise, and Honesty in Motion. Also thanks for those who hit the tip jar, including Adriane in Glendale, Mike in Orlando, CH in San Mateo and sagalicious Shana in Alabama.

All the chicks dig Jimmie Bise

Because he's so rich, handsome, sexy and smart -- plus, he is a close personal friend of mine, and doesn't mind admitting it.

Because I'm SUPREME!

My friend Chris Muir celebrates my 50th birthday with an altogether natural joke about my growing reputation as the blogospheric Brabantio. You can click the image to see the rest.

It's a free country, and people are entitled to believe what they want. And they are even entitled to write what they want -- even if what they write is wrong. Of course, as they say, you shouldn't shout "fire" in a crowded theatre, although I don't know if the Supreme Court has yet ruled on whether you have the right to shout "miscegenation" in a crowded Alabama.

OK, there I go again -- joking about something that should only be addressed seriously, such as Rachel Maddow's dream of becoming Mrs. Jason Mattera. (Remember, Rachel: Once you've had Puerto Rican, you never go back. Just ask Suzanna Logan.)

If you're under 40, you might not believe it, but people used to be able to joke about stuff like this. Before political correctness, Mel Brooks made Blazing Saddles -- "It's twue! It's twue!" -- and there were no thought police taking down notes of who laughed at the jokes. When I was in college, we laughed at Animal House -- "Mind if we dance with your dates?" -- without realizing we were violating anyone's civil rights.

Given the choice between Mel Brooks and David Brooks, who do you trust? And would you rather watch Animal House or Michael Moore's latest flop? (Hint: Which one has a topless pillow-fight scene?)

At least since third grade, my class-clown tendency to treat everything as a set-up for a punchline has been getting me into trouble. Because I am altogether naturally so facetious and sarcastic, when I actually try to get serious, people become confused. "Uh . . . heh heh . . . you're joking, right?"

Well, as I always say, the key to success is sincerity -- once you learn to fake that, the rest is easy. The altogether natural response to accusations of prejudice is to say, "Hey, wait a minute -- some of my best friends are macacas!"

Had I been advising Sen. George Allen in 2006, that might have been his official response to the smears against him, and maybe he'd still be Senator, instead of James Webb, a notorious neo-Confederate. (NTTAWWT.)

Did anyone ever credibly suggest that George Allen was prejudiced against Indian-Americans? Does George Allen recoil in horror at being introduced to Dinesh D'Souza or Ramesh Ponnuru? Did George Allen ever support any policy that might be considered discriminatory against the many South Asian immigrants and their offspring who are now proud citizens of the Old Dominion?

The implied accusation of MacacaGate -- i.e., that Senator Allen's joking reference to Democratic activist S.R. Sidarth was evidence of prejudice -- was fundamentally false, so exactly what was accomplished by the senator's subsequently disastrous Apology Tour? (Fact: In 2007, I interviewed a leader of the Virginia division of the Sons of Confederate Veterans, who explained that he and many of his comrades enthusiastically supported Webb's campaign.)

God gives us enemies for a reason, and He chastises those He loves. Israel was enslaved by the Egyptians, conquered by the Assyrians, Babylonians and Romans -- did this signify God's blessing of Israel's conquerers? God's chosen people were dispersed to the four corners of the earth after the destruction of the Temple. They were despised, oppressed and persecuted.

Had Genesis 12:3 been repealed? God forbid! For somewhere in all this misery and suffering, the Lord of Hosts had a purpose and a meaning. Yet we see through a glass, darkly, and like Job's doubting wife, many will counsel us to "curse God and die." However, we know that the very name Israel can be translated "he who overcomes."

When an inveterate joker begins to speak seriously, people become frightened: "Are you OK, McCain? Have you been getting your rest? Taking your meds?"

Don't worry, folks. I'm just fine and dandy today. As Nurse Madeleine Ochoa might say, "Affect: Bright. Mood: Expansive." It's my 50th birthday, I was denounced on "Meet the Press" Sunday and I was libeled yesterday by a syphilitic poofter. All because the Left has it in for Sarah Palin and her new bestselling memoir Going Rogue.

As my faithful accomplice Smitty has reminded us today, the occasion of his gaining co-blogger status was an event at the Heritage Foundation. Gee, I wonder what Ginny Thomas must think about all this? Do you suppose Mrs. Thomas has any reason to trust the things that liberals say about conservatives? Or do you think that perhaps Mrs. Thomas would be more inclined to trust the judgment of such of our mutual friends as Kate Obenshain, Ron Robinson and Ward Connerly?

People know me, and the people who know me will tell you one thing about me: That dude's crazy. So if worse comes to worse, I can always plead insanity.

It's my birthday -- you're welcome to hit the tip jar, you ungrateful b*stards -- and there's no need to belabor the obvious any further. However, if you'll read through Smitty's post from this morning, you'll notice the photo of my inscription on the title page of Donkey Cons. As always, below my signature, I included the citation to a Bible verse:

Seest though a man diligent in his work? He shall stand before kings, and his place shall not be among ordinary men.
-- Proverbs 22:29

Claim the promise, as they say. Step out on faith. If you doubt the promise, go to Christ Church in Philadelphia and see the grave of "Benjamin Franklin, Printer."

Shama-lama-ding-dong, baby!

It Started with Simple Anatomical Admiration, or, How I Got Lured Into Hanging out with Someone Whom I Believed to be a Wide Supra-Machinist

by Smitty

2008: Genesis
It may not have been my first comment on this blog, but it was close. "Equality Is For Ugly Losers" was the post title of 02Aug08, 14 months and several lifetimes ago. Concise. Direct. Suicidal. This is a blogger with sack, thought I. What if we encourage this behavior? Dispatching da dogs d'alliteration, I commented.



This seemingly innocent jest of a comment upon the shape of things proved the line of demarcation past which the slope gets slippery. Poring over the records meticulously stuffed into a milk crate over in corner of the porch, I see that my first actual meeting with Stacy was 03Oct08, for the screening of "An American Carol". This should have been a huge, red warning sign. The movie was rife with extremism, including that known reactionary, Jon Voight. Yet there was Stacy, finding me in the crowd by means of my USS Constitution ballcap, holding forth hope for an America that will simply never again be. Stacy had other plans.

Early 2009: Evansayeticus
Sure, I chatted Stacy up a bit on Blogger Row at CPAC. In general, it was a great time and one to meet various others who are nearly as notorious. Could one have foreseen it was a set up? No. One can always pour a watery beverage into the rose-colored glasses of 20/20 hindsight, but vodka makes a Cossack limp as it goes under the bridge, they say. Don't they say that? Never mind.

The real trap was sprung at the Headquarters of the Vast Right Wing Legion of Conservative Doom: The Heritage Foundation. I'd been quite a fan of Evan Sayet, based upon his seemingly straightforward 2006 YouTube outing. That was merely a lure. Bait for rubes. Like me. On Evan's blog, he mentioned that he was going to update his talk, a day or so after CPAC. It seemed reasonable to alert Stacy to the event, as I'd been unable to secure his autograph in my copy of Donkey Cons at CPAC. My Freud Proust (first post, for those who aren't Slashdotters) to the blog ensued.



Once Stacy had set the hook, he said "I've got to give you posting rights on the blog."

I replied "You remind me of someone with whom I once got into a lot of trouble."

The OMCL was already targeting me.

Summer 2009: FMJRAtion and Numbers. For example: 5
Writing is bodybuilding. Words are weights. Stacy is Lou Ferrigno with a keyboard. And mad ambitions. "If they bring a link, you bring a reach-around," decreed Stacy. How did I miss the mental instability? Trotting out an army of clone-bots, I found myself feverishly querying Technorati for links, all in the service of Stacy's insane quest for world domination. The FMJRA remains a labor of love and a signature post for this blog. Not content with just that level of browser-busting, Stacy demanded more. A Sunday "Rule 5" post, to show that even a diabolical madman bent on making "Freebird" the National Anthem can still maintain an appreciation for both aesthetics and chicks.


We built upon the steady power of the FMJRA and the Rule 5 Sunday postings. We fed on Stacy's virtuoso forays into verbal sparring with a seemingly endless array of characters on the blogs. We were awed to have been honored not only by Instalanches but even an extremely rare Day-by-Day-lanch. What is this--Stacy's birthday? I was kept in the dark at all times. It was not made clear that all of these hits were feeding the growing power of the Semi-Conscious Liberation Army.

Fall 2009: Don'tellonme
The recent outing of Stacy by a certain Mad Cow as a Wide Supra-Machinist essentially caused the whole plan to 'splode. My head as well. Like a government manufactured firework prematurely and chaotically ejaculating its contents into the sky, the planned takeover of the GOP by clone bots and the SCLA simply crumbled. The dots, once connected, revealed that what the dupes thought was a Toyota Supra fleet was in fact a gaggle of cleverly disguised Chevy Citations with more flaws than the legislation of the current Congress, all held together by bumper stickers. A serious threat to the hegemony of Brooks, Frum, Dreher, and Friedersdorf this sad armada was not. All of the dreams, plans, resources, networks, and, predictably, the loot, simply vanished. The sleeper cells dozed on, oblivious.


Even the best diabolical plans can be tripped up at the last second from an unexpected angle. He would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for that meddling Maddow kid.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Dear Nigel Horne

My good friend Eric Dondero of Libertarian Republican brought to my attention your recent article:
For the past 10 years, [Lynn] Vincent has been working for the Christian-based World magazine, from which she took time off to work on Palin's book. She is a creationist and strongly anti-abortion, the subject of many of her World columns.
She is also staunchly anti-gay, backing the controversial vote to re-criminalise gay marriage in California, and - this is where Palin and her publishers might have drawn the line, but didn't - she is closely associated with a well-known white supremacist.
Et cetera, et cetera, the repetition of the Ransom Note Method, based upon . . . well, what, really? What is your authority for this assertion that I am either "well-known" or a "white supremacist," let alone a "well-known white supremacist"? Do you believe everything you read on the Internet, Mr. Horne?

So far as I am aware, sir, you never contacted me in an attempt to verify the content of your article. Nor am I aware that you have spoken to any of my family, friends, neighbors or colleagues.

While I am not litigious by nature -- my views being rather Jacksonian in that regard -- perhaps Governor Palin, Mrs. Vincent and their publishers have different views. It is my understanding that British libel law is far more inclined toward the plaintiffs than is true here in the United States, especially for "public figures" as covered under the U.S. Sullivan precedent.

Should Mrs. Vincent retain the services of a British attorney, I suspect that your publisher would be advised to settle the suit at any sum asked, as it would be quite impossible to prove that Mrs. Vincent is "closely associated with a well-known white supremacist," which I most assuredly am not, no matter what any particular idiot has published to that effect or how often it has been repeated.

Think of the cost to your publisher, Felix Dennis, of flying Charles Johnson, Michelangelo Signorile, Rachel Maddow, et al., to London for a libel trial, sir. Ask yourself how such witnesses might stand up under cross-examination, or what witnesses might be called to attest to the plaintiffs' good character and goodwill vis-a-vis harmonious, free and peaceful race relations.

Here in the United States, we have enshrined in the Fifth Amendment of our Constitution an ancient principle of English common law, whereby the fact that I have not chosen publicly to address any specific defamatory accusation against me cannot be taken as evidence that the undenied accusation is true.

Were it otherwise, every citizen would be compelled constantly to disprove any malicious thing said or written about them, lest it be considered to be fact that, for example, Nigel Horne is a notorious syphilitic poofter.

What accusation of secret vice might the executive editor of The First Post be compelled to deny or repudiate? Nigel Horne is a pedophile, who buggers boy prostitutes while on holiday in Phuket? Nigel Horne is a pornography freak, whose hard-drive is crammed full of the most vile photos and videos imaginable? Nigel Horne is a heroin addict, who supports his habit by embezzling from his employers?

You see there is no end to the mischief that might ensue if journalists were to adopt a habit of recklessly repeating accusations that the accused would then be required to disprove.

Having worked since 1986 as a professional journalist, my acquaintance with the principles of the craft -- including the avoidance of malicious libel -- is such that I am frankly horrified at the heinous malpractice by which you disgrace your employer and yourself.

Allow me to suggest that it is high time you sought treatment for that syphilis infection, Mr. Horne.

Sincerely,
Robert Stacy McCain

The time is now!

by Smitty

Vote for #9

Iowahawk's STEEL CAGE ART DEATH MATCH has reached the "Ballotdome Smackdown" stage:
And let me say how completely astonished I was by the quality of the entries. Because frankly, I've always had a very low opinion of Iowahawk readers. As it turns out many of you are extremely talented! It makes me proud as the patron of this award competition, and enthusiastic about the other acts I think I could get you to perform for modest amounts of cash.
Vote for #9 again

The fact that the only really important entry is losing to a single, racist pixel has me feeling like Barack Obama getting eaten on Danish soil. Or a soiled Barack Obama eating a Danish. Or a Danish eatery soiling Barack Obama. It's all so confusing. Help me.

Don't forget to Vote for #9

UPDATE: for the old-fashioned types who actually want to Read The Fine Legislation before voting (a sentiment that is soooo last-administration), the sublime outing that is #9 can be seen in its feral glory here.

A Mission for Jason Mattera . . .

That is, if you think you could handle this mission:

Not, that's not Hannah Giles. Lindsay Lohan says she's a lesbian, but I heard she broke up with her girlfriend, and when I saw this linked at Conservative Grapevine, it occurred to me that you're splitsville with Suzanna Logan now, so . . .

C'mon, Big Sexy. "Win one for the Gipper," eh?

Once you've got Lindsay wrapped, your next assignment . . . Well, let's just say a little birdy at 30 Rock tells me that someone's been doodling in her notebook like a sixth-grade schoolgirl.

Mrs. Jason Mattera
R. M. Mattera
Rachel Mattera
Rachel M. Mattera
Rachel Maddow-Mattera . . .


Show her some of that Brooklyn action, old buddy. IYKWIMAITYD. Because, as everybody knows, once they've had Puerto Rican, they never go back.

Wisconsinians can't spell

It's a hateful stereotype, I know, but when a cheesehead Republican wants to sing your praises, don't expect him to spell your name right . . .

SIGTARP bites again!

Bailout Watchdog Says Treasury and Fed Knew Bailed-Out Banks Were Not Healthy

Michelle Malkin blogs it. Via Memeorandum. Background: "The War on Watchdogs," September print issue, The American Spectator.

No time for more. Hit tip jar. Kids demanding slushies now. Will update . . .

Kentucky Killing: More Sparkman theories

BTW, I've seen the fax that contains this theory and figured it was from a complete nut, but JSH at Unusual Kentucky decides to fisk it anyway:
Things just keep getting weirder in the case of Bill Sparkman, a U.S. Census worker whose corpse was found tied, naked and asphyxiated by a rope in Clay County's Hoskins Cemetery.
The Times-Tribune is reporting that they've received a fax regarding Sparkman titled "I Did It" which seems to state that he was killed because he was working for the Federal Government. The fax has been turned over to the FBI. . . .
Fascinating as it sounds, I really can't buy the theory that Sparkman was romping around naked in cemeteries performing acts of Carradine-style sexual self-asphyxiation. . . .
SPECIAL REPORT: Death in Clay County, Part I

Video: Roman Polanski vs. Chris Hansen

Via Conservative Grapevine, we discover -- who knew? -- that the Oscar-winning director beloved in France has been cruising AOL chatrooms:

Also, via Memeorandum comes this shining example of the power of a declarative sentence:
"Roman Polanski anally raped a 13-year old girl."
With a lede like that, you can't go wrong, Professor. As that famous Kentucky native Hunter S. Thompson observed, "Nothing catches an editor's eye like a good rape."

Home-school arithmetic lesson

My wife is the cafeteria lady at the academy, which explains why she's been forced to entrust me as substitute teacher at The McCain School while she's at work. This isn't how we planned it, but necessity is a mother, IYKWIMAITYD.

So, immediately after I'd assigned Emerson to supervise Reagan's kindergarten spelling lesson -- "bring," "better," and "about" are her Words of the Day -- the phone rang and my wife started telling me that she'd paid the past-due car payment and was planning to go pay the electric, for which we had a shut-off notice. (Hit the tip jar, but fret not. We are past masters at the financial genius of strategic delinquency. and don't plan to be living under a freeway overpass any time soon.)

Just as my wife was burdening me with this discussion of the creditors who'd been neglected while I was in Kentucky, I looked out the window to see the mail truck pull up to the box.

"Hey, the mail's here," I said. "I'm walking out in my pajamas to get it."

This embarrasses Mrs. Other McCain, who's still on the phone when I get to the box to find good news.

"Hey, the Spectator check's here," I say.

"Good," she says. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, there's two other checks for you on top of the piano."

"Two other checks?"

"Yeah, your Google Ads check and your Amazon check came last week."

"Well, now you tell me."

Anyway, I go back in the house, open all three checks, separate them from the stubs, and hand them to Emerson.

"Get out your notebook and add 'em up," I say.

Emerson just brought me his notebook and showed me his work. Of course, his work was perfect. (The sum was more impressive to my 8-year-old than to me, since I earned an equivalent amount in salary during a single day less than two years ago.) The value of this lesson, however, was not about the simple arithmetic. Rather, it was intended to teach him how capitalism works:
  • Dad writes 16 hours a day like a crazy fool.
  • People send Dad checks.
  • Everybody gets to ride to the bank with Dad and stop by Sheetz for slushies on the way home.
So, what did your kid learn in school today? Hit the tip jar. Lessons this valuable are worth it.

P.S.: Necessity is a mother. One of the things we've neglected lately is to purchase printer paper, so I've been recycling by printing on the back of any old stuff laying around my desk (of which there is an awful lot).

Anyway, I grabbed some scrap paper to print out the preview of this post -- let 10-year-old redheaded Jefferson read it aloud to his siblings on the way to the bank -- and happened to notice it was from a draft manuscript I'd read a few months ago: "Hunter Biden raked in the MBNA consulting payments . . ." Best. Book. Evah!

Remember to check Page 291. I Write For Money, and there are five A's in raaaaacist.

Veteran Home-Schooling Dad

Emerson, age 8: "Dad, can you help [6-year-old] Reagan?"

Me: "Son, you can help her. You know your ABCs and 123s. You teach her. I've got confidence in you."

So, my 8-year-old son is now a kindergarten teacher.

In case you're wondering, the reason Reagan is still in kindergarten is that she's a genius and so darn cute, she thinks she can slide by on her cleverness, good looks and irresistible charm. I don't know where she gets that . . .

Another reminder that the MSM is in the tank for Obama, as if you didn't know that

Jeffrey Tucker of the Mises Institute headlined this "All is well because Obama is in charge," which elucidates a point that the New York Times carefully endeavors to obscure:
A study to be released Monday of financial news coverage this year found that government, Wall Street and a small handful of story lines got the bulk of the attention while much less was paid to the economic troubles of ordinary people. . . .
Reviewing almost 10,000 reports from Feb. 1 to Aug. 31 in newspapers, on news Web sites, on the radio and on network broadcast and cable television, Pew found that almost 40 percent of economic news reports dealt with the trials of the banking and auto industries, and the federal stimulus bill passed in February. . . .
Unemployment and the housing crisis accounted for 12 percent. And, the study said, “stories that tried to explicitly examine the broader impact of the economic downturn on the lives of ordinary Americans filled 5 percent of the economic coverage." . . .
In February and March, the economy was the subject of nearly half of all news coverage, driven mostly by the stimulus bill and the uses of bank bailout money. After those fights died down, financial news coverage fell by more than half.
Mark Jurkowitz, associate director of the Pew project, said it was easier for the national news media to cover Washington “than to fan out around the country and measure the impact on real lives.”
“There’s plenty of reason to understand why a lot of this is a Washington and New York story,” he said. “But we’re talking about something that affected almost every American in some way.”

All of which is to say, with unemployment at 9.8 percent and no prospect of it going down in the next six months, the MSM have been ignoring this turd in the punchbowl and pretending that recovery is just around the corner.

What has actually been happening in the economy, of course, is that the way the TARP bailout was structured, it pumped massive liquidity into Wall Street. This inevitably led to a rise in stock prices -- a "sucker's rally" -- that I believe is the main reason we haven't seen a consumer price increase as a result of the Fed's insanely inflationary monetary policy. Relatively little of that extra currency is going to Main Street. Instead, it's been siphoned off into the financial sector and we're seeing an inflationary stock bubble.

Because the MSM desperately wants to believe in the unicorns-and-rainbows magic of Obamanomics, they've highlighted the stock market rally and twisted the headlines about other economic news -- "We only lost 200,000 jobs last month? Great!" -- in an attempt to manufacture consumer confidence.

Alas, consumer confidence isn't magic, either. At some point, the fundmentals actually matter and, as I have occasionally had cause to remind you, the fundamentals still suck.

I did not have sex with that woman, Janeane Garofalo (and other denials)

Oh, yeah. You know Janeane Garofalo wants it. She certainly needs it. But she ain't never had it, and she never will. Furthermore:

  • I did not tell Cassandra to make scarce with the nookie until her husband takes her out to a nice dinner. However, if her friends see her and hubby at the Olive Garden soon, you can pretty much put two and two together.
  • Nor did I give Jimmie Bise crabs, blue or otherwise.
  • What do Lynn Vincent and Rachel Maddow have in common? Neither one of them ever had sex with me. But don't blame Rachel. Unlike Lynn, she never even had the chance. (OK, understand that Lynn knew me during college, when pretty much anybody had the chance, but . . .)
  • I did not pay this blogger to say nice things about me.
  • While I cannot deny that Rachel Maddow is a crackwhore, I haven't been able to confirm it, either.
  • Never, under any circumstances, would I click a link that said "Cheryl Crow Nude," even if it was a classy black-and-white photo showing her really lean torso with her hand in the left pocket of her low-slung jeans.
Because I have integrity like Paul F***ing Anka, baby! Which gives me an excellent excuse to quote one of the most fiendishly brilliant sentences of my entire career:
If the Republican Party can nominate Bozo the Clown with the calm certainty that, on the day before the election, Bill Kristol, Fred Barnes and Sean Hannity will be lecturing conservatives about how important it is that they vote for Bozo -- "That clown is a Great American! He's pulled to within the margin of error in Idaho!" -- whose fault is it that the GOP gets its ass kicked and nobody takes the conservative movement seriously?
Damn, I'm good . . . Let's see, where were we? Oh, yes -- the denials! She did smile and wink at me, though. IYKWIMAITYD.

(In case you haven't figured it out yet, what I just did was to fabricate a flimsy pretext to go through Technorati and throw some Rule 2 on the blogs that recently linked me. Try it sometime.)

Sunday, October 4, 2009

For Thaddeus McCotter fans

by Smitty

Anchor Rising embeds TM taking shots from all angles on 03 October at Republican Northeast Conference.
To be called the one most powerful members of Congress as a Republican is akin to being called the World's Tallest Pygmy.

Alan Colmes: Could you miss the point by a wider margin?

by Smitty

Alan Colmes has a stomach turner of a post: "Would Jesus Like Today’s GOP?"

From a collective noun point of view, I submit that Jesus wouldn't have cared about the GOP. Jesus was entirely a-political, from the time he preached a Sermon on the Mount that had zero political content, to the time he essentially refused to engage the Sanhedrin and Pontius Pilate before the crucifixion.

From an individual point of view, Jesus cares for every member of the GOP, everyone on the left, the readers of this post, and me.

I request that everyone sit down with a cuppa their favorite warm beverage and actually READ what Jesus had to say in the Gospels prior to attempting to enlist the Christ to support any viewpoint on any particular issue.

While Christ, and therefore His actual followers, are not going to engage in explosive landscaping near you as result of your silliness, Alan, you are on notice that this is a Party Foul.

Argue your point from a simple ethical base, and cease missing the point of the Christ, please.

UPDATE (RSM): Just saw this via Memeorandum -- why bother actually reading your own blog? -- and wanted to say that whenever I want advice about Jesus, Alan Colmes is the man whose advice I seek.

We're like this, me and Alan. Old buddies from way back. One of the finest Christians I've ever known. So I hope Rachel Maddow will book good ol' Al on her show, because he's such a dear friend of mine and Lynn Vincent's.

Is Allahpundit losing his touch?

by Smitty

Blogger burnout is such a horrible thing. Carpal tunnel for the mind, if you will. Allahpundit might be showing early signs. Here is a solid post about the UN report of Iranian nuclear progress.

This blog notes that Allahpundit fell short of adding the obvious Gap Band clip, "You Dropped a Bomb on Me":

The exit question, "Ever wonder how Saddam would be reacting to this if he was still in charge in Iraq" misses the point that Saddam himself was fairly old and in the way. Uday and Qusay, the Joker and the Riddler, were probably more worrisome. They were younger and less predictable than the evil old warhorse. Which, possibly, may have fed into the House of Saud's calculus when they brought in the Great Satan for to make boom-boom in Saddam's room.

No, I'm not seriously picking a fight with Allapundit, who would, indeed, drop a bomb on me.

Death in Clay County: The Green Room Goes Gonzo, or Fear and Loathing in Lower Glennbeckistan

When the going gets weird -- and let's face it, things have been getting pretty damned strange lately -- the weird get going to Clay County, Kentucky:
Crossing the stream and reaching the gate down by Arnetts Fork Road, I paused to look around for just a minute. This was the scene of the crime, and having come all this way to see it, I wanted to have a clear image in my mind. I put my camera and notebook back in the car, fired up a Parliament Light and thought about the situation as I stood by the gate and listened to the stream trickling past under the bridge.
If Bill Sparkman hadn’t just driven up here to Hoskins Cemetery to enjoy the scenery, but rather had been lured up here or brought here by his killer, then whoever killed him was almost certainly a local resident, someone familiar with the area. No way somebody from out of town, a stranger to the area, would have driven past many other possible places to dump a body in order to reach this isolated location.
Rodney Miller at the Enterprise had pointed out the significance of the location in our conversation Monday afternoon, just after I arrived in Clay County. This cemetery was far away from town, and even farther from Sparkman’s home in Laurel County. Sparkman’s truck had been parked up here when his body was found. How did the truck get here? Did Sparkman drive up here, or had he been kidnapped by someone? . . .
That's 228 words of a Hot Air Green Room special report that's nearly 4,000 words long.

And that's just Part One. I've got piles of notes, photos, videos and copies of local Kentucky newspapers that don't have Web sites, so I'll be posting Part Two in a couple of days. Plus, I've got all kinds of phone numbers for sources as this story goes forward.

Track-a-Crat recalls that moment a week ago, while en route to the American Spectator Pig Roast, when he received a phone call from a notorious madman "in an attempt to convince [him] to hire a convertible and join him on a trip to Kentucky."

Well, you blew that chance, didn't you, old buddy? We could have been cruising around east Kentucky in a rented Chrysler convertible, but you punked out, you gin-soaked Limey twit.

Never mind all that. I'm reasonably sure I'll be going back to Kentucky soon and Tuesday will be my 50th birthday, so if everybody will hit the tip jar, we'll start planning our next shoe leather trip. We might even take a detour on the way back, but I'll leave that part to your twisted imagination . . .

When I dreamed long ago of appearing some day on 'Meet the Press' . . .

. . . this wasn't quite what I had in mind (7:40 mark):

Visit msnbc.com for Breaking News, World News, and News about the Economy

Rachel Maddow has got several facts wrong, and you know what? I'm going to let her try to figure out which facts she's got wrong. She gets paid by MSNBC to report the facts, and as she goes about the process of proving she couldn't find her own ass with both hands, I'll be content to watch and laugh.

How many times have I said that it's a long story, and that I'm not going to tell the whole thing until somebody pays me for the story? There are very good reasons I've kept calm, and resisted the temptation to confirm or deny this, that or the other specific point in their "Ransom Note Method" indictment. In such a situation, it's important to keep in mind your rights under Miranda v. Arizona. I don't have to explain myself or prove a negative.

Let Rachel Maddow find out for herself that, for example, Donkey Cons wasn't Lynn Vincent's most recent book. Or let her get in touch with novelist Tito Perdue or Stogie at Saberpoint and ask them to explain some of this. There is no obligation for me to speak a word in my own defense.

When the Left first came after me with this stuff eight years ago, I was under orders not to respond. Difficult, but it gave me a lot of time to contemplate, to watch how they do this to people (like they did to George Allen in 2006) and I think this painful education has taught me a thing or two about dealing with crap like this.

Remember: Being notorious isn't the same as being famous, but it's better than being anonymous.

(Hat-tip: Professor Donald Douglas, who still needs to apologize to Attila and Cassandra, if he wants to regain his "known associate" credentials.)

UPDATE (Smitty): Cythia Yockey musters the artillery for some solid counter-battery fire.

UPDATE II (RSM): Stogie at Saberpoint brings the cavalry. You can read the "Meet the Press" transcript, as I'm sure Sarah Palin and Lynn Vincent's lawyers will be doing quite carefully . . .

UPDATE III (Smitty):Fishersville Mike plays a heavy guilt-by-association card. Wow.

UPDATE IV (Smitty): Picks himself up after being knocked over by the Most Powerful 'Ahem' Ever Recorded. Thank you, Little Miss Attila.

Stacy will likely have more to say

by Smitty

I'm sure RSM will have more to say on RM. While we await the vigorous rhetorical flagellation, let us query Ancient Commenter Solomon:


Update:
In the comments, the Right Guy brings up JG, which leads me to some speculations:
  • Can anyone produce evidence that Janine Garafalo is not just Rachel Maddow with glasses and a wig?
  • If they really are two distinct people, then is it possibly that their wacky remarks are not some mutual desperate plea for attention?
Decency precludes excessive curiosity in either case, but still...

Rule 5 Sunday

by Smitty

The future of Rule 5 was protected in Copenhagen last week. However, we have 7 years to wait for all that goodness. Fortunately, there is plenty of material at hand to wait upon.

Rule 5 would like to thank Jimmie Bise on Twitter for reminding us to tout Boobiethon.
  • Smash Mouth Politics reported on ogling breasts as a means of life extension. SMP had been intending to follow up with a post about the wife catching you ogling these famous breasts, but said post has been put on hold, or on a headstone, or something. SMP also holds forth Minka Kelly as a form of Hillary Clinton-proof mental floss.
  • House of Eratosthenes linked Sloane Peterson, whom I thought totally cute, but didn't seem to do much after Ferris. Back to his Alphabet of Beauty project, Freeberg gets to Holly Weber and Izabella Scorupco this week.
  • Yankee Phil says Audrina Patridge has a restraining order against a stalker. Dudes: cut that out!
  • Fishersville Mike plays the Miranda Lambert with guitar card.
  • Robert Pearson's Chest Blog has started up a series of Blogs that Could Save the World. Part I is the Bikini blog. Rule 5 Sunday seeks to highlight exactly this sort of intensive, scientifically-oriented blogging. Go forth and conquer, Robert.
  • Political Castaway has been sneaky. You go to the page and they've got some punt as a logo that looks like they just salvaged it and patched the hole in the bottom and declared victory. Then they post a video of a party that they threw on their real boat. Smittypalooza has been totally played for a fool. Next time we get together, it's on the Potomac, and it's on you guys!
  • Ed Driscoll reveals an interest in women in boots. In formation. With guns. NTTAWWT.
  • The Pirate's Cove, the godfather of Rule 5 Sunday, has a patented Sunday pinup.
  • Hair on Fire, to which I finally have subscribed, has a Chippendale post that makes up for the lack of participation from the ladies in Rule 5.
  • The Indentured Servant Girl has some early Marylin Monroe pics.
  • Troglopundit breaks down the Copenhagen decision to eight Brazillan vs. three Chicago women. The whole thing was a pure Rule 5 play. Best decision out of the IOC since they dropped Troglodyte Rhythm Egg Fertilization Gymnastics.
  • Three Beers Later brings the classic Pamela Anderson.
  • Rightofcourse offers Melissa Marie Gonzalez in a pic that is the raciest yet of the lot.
  • Knowledge is Power, especially weather knowledge. In this case, the Seattle Mist of the Lingerie Football League.
  • Paco say: "Ina Ray Hutton?" and we say: "Sure".
  • So it Goes in Shreveport has an Octoberfest post. Lots of cute knees on offer.
  • The Classic Liberal has taken didactic Rule 5 blogging to new heights: "This week we’ll look at the history of the Federal Reserve, and the very pretty Michigan girl, Kristen Bell!" It's an odd school, but one with much to commend it.
  • VodkaPundit includes Monica Bellucci in a post on Polanski. In contrast to Polanski, VP knows a good play when he sees one.
  • Nation of Cowards picked up on the volleyball theme.
  • The Camp of the Saints has breech loaded the Rule 5 cannon this week. Be careful now, that metaphor is loaded.
  • Dustbury is a fan of Shelley Long, for obvious reasons.
  • HotMES lives up to her billing, featuring Adriana Lima in a post that ends up slightly NSFW cheeky.
That's your Rule 5 wrap. Please send more tasteful stuff to Smitty, and I'll catch you later. Peace, out.

Janeane Garofalo: So infinitely superior to you, she doesn't even need evidence

Behold, the authoritative power of liberal assertion:
It's obvious to anybody who has eyes in this country that tea-baggers, the 9-12ers, these separatist groups that pretend that it's about policy – they are clearly white-identity movements. They're clearly white power movements. What they don't like about the President is that he's black – or half black (applause) – and they, what also is shocking is that people keep pretending that that's not really the case with these people.
I'm not talking about people that do have problems with his policies, that's fine. But these people, who are also being led by the Glenn Becks, the Michelle Bachmans, the Rush Limbows [presumably Limbaugh], whomever, they are no different than any other white identify movement that's part of our history. This has been going on since the founding of this country that white power movements have tried to establish themselves and hold onto power.
See? "It's so obvious to anybody" that actual evidence to support her assertions is unnecessary. Conservative Republicans were equally opposed to liberal policies promoted by Democratic presidents Bill Clinton and Jimmy Carter -- who were both white Southern males -- so the fundamental basis of Garofalo's argument is self-evidently unsound.

Yet notice how she pre-emptively negates any possibility of rational disagreement. If you dispute her assertion, then you're clearly one of those "people [who] keep pretending that that's not really the case" -- you're deluded, in denial, or engaged in deceit.

She claims she is "not talking about people that do have problems with [Obama's] policies," yet nowhere does she offer genuine evidence that anything other than policy disagreements inspire Glenn Beck or Michelle Bachmann to oppose Obama.

Exactly where does Garofalo derive her psychic mind-reading insights -- her expertise -- about the motives of people she's never met? Ah! The mere fact that you would ask such a question can only mean one thing . . .

Remember: There are five A's in raaaaacism!

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Sometimes you have to wonder . . .

. . . about the Sullivanesque lack of self-awareness over at Little Green Footballs, where Charles Johnson reacts to Dan Rieh's post and my link to Dan by declaring that I'm "right on board with the 'ghey child predator' murder theories," provoking classic LGF comments like these:

5 Sharmuta
Sat, Oct 3, 2009 5:12:55pm
Riehl needs professional help. This is beyond depraved.

6 Cathypop
Sat, Oct 3, 2009 5:14:46pm
How dare this POS do this to an innocent man.
Pay-back is hell and I hope Riehl enjoys hell. . . .

9 Guanxi88
Sat, Oct 3, 2009 5:18:32pm
I said before - this fellow, and guys like him, will do anything in their desperation to remove the blood they see on their hands. Anything.

14 Killgore Trout
Sat, Oct 3, 2009 5:19:43pm
re: #7 Conservative Moonbat
I'm guessing that story might not be true. I think it's just an effort to discredit him.

At which point, the overwhelming irony caused my eyes to roll completely out of my head. Readers who've followed the story of the Little Green Meltdown can only laugh at the thought of Killgore Trout pretending to be appalled by "an effort to discredit" someone.

Dan Riehl is a friend I've worked with often, and disagreed with from time to time. I linked his original "child predator" post last weekend, but of course, I linked Sully's "Southern populist terrorism" post, too. If I only linked things I agreed with 100%, I'd mostly be linking myself. Blogospheric onanism is not a productive commercial traffic-enhancement strategy.

Remember that Dan's done a lot of true-crime blogging (he made a big splash with the Natalie Holloway case) so he's not a rookie in this regard. His flame-baiting with Pandagon might have been unnecessarily provocative, but I don't tell Dan Riehl what to do. (In case you haven't figured it out yet, nobody tells Dan Riehl what to do.)

There is no evidence of any child predation by Bill Sparkman, but Dan's interest in that angle caused him to spot a Tampa Tribune story crammed with gaydar-tingling hints that "Fe Fe" -- the nickname Sparkman picked up in his native Florida -- was gay. And so I linked Dan's post and the Tampa story and said:
[T]he speculation that Sparkman was gay has been bouncing around all over the 'sphere for days. Dan e-mailed to mention this to me, and I replied that many people in Clay and Laurel counties suspected that, at the very least, Sparkman had homosexual tendencies. NTTAWWT.
As I told Dan, the problem is that we have no idea whether Sparkman's sexuality (whatever it was, and all I know is what people in Kentucky told me) had anything to do with his disappearance and death. It might be relevant or not.
Because a good reporter doesn't burn his sources, I'm not going to get any further into what I heard in Kentucky or who I heard it from. But if the Associated Press or some Kentucky media outlet decides to jump on that angle, I've done enough background preparation that I'm not going to be scooped too bad or for very long.

What fascinates me is the intense desire to control the "narrative frame" of this story in terms of political symbolism. Left-wingers like MyDD's David Empsall pushed so hard to turn Sparkman's death into "Lynching in Lower Glennbeckistan" -- some kind of feral right-wing madness unleashed by Michelle Bachmann, Eric Cantor, talk radio and Fox News -- that I was inspired to drive more than 500 miles to Clay County and spend three days checking it out.

As a result of that trip, I can report that what might be called the consensus view of well-informed area residents is that some local drug operator -- a pot grower, a meth cooker or a dealer -- was most likely to have killed Sparkman.

At the hotel in London, Ky., where I stayed (after checking out of the Best Western in Manchester because I couldn't get the Wi-Fi connection to work), there were two marked Kentucky State Police patrol cars in the parking lot, as well as an unmarked SUV with government tags and all kinds of radio aerials.

The night clerk at the hotel was himself a former law-enforcement official, retired on medical disability, who explained to me that these KSP officers weren't in town for the murder investigation. Rather, they were participating in the annual crackdown on the local marijuana harvest. (See this 2007 USA Today article for background.) KSP brings in officers from other parts of the state, so that local officers don't have to bust their friends, relatives and neighbors.

Meanwhile, in August, a big undercover investigation ("Operation Borrowed Time") headed up by Clay County Sheriff Clay Johnson and Manchester Police Chief Jeff Culver resulted in more than 50 drug arrests in Clay County.

Which is to say, Sparkman turned up dead at a time when illegal drug operations in Clay County were coming under some very heavy law-enforcement pressure. It's very easy to understand why a dope grower or meth cooker might have been paranoid about somebody with a federal ID asking a bunch of questions. And if that somebody was Bill Sparkman, the motive for his death isn't a big mystery.

Where do the rumors about Sparkman's sexuality fit into this story? I don't know that they do. If it's a 75% chance that Sparkman was killed just because he "knocked on the wrong door," as one Kentucky source put it, then his sexuality is irrelevant.

I'm trying to get to the facts here, and don't have a lot of patience with idiots wasting my time by pointing fingers at Dan Riehl (or Michelle Malkin or Glenn Beck) and screaming hysterically about "blood on their hands." For myself, you can go ask Kelsee Brown what a horrible homophobic hatemonger I am.

Whoever killed Bill Sparkman -- and I agree with Sparkman's son Josh that suicide and accident can be practically ruled out -- the killer or killers are still on the loose. Until they're brought to justice, this politicized finger-pointing is just a waste of time.

UPDATE: In regard to the shortage of people willing to do actual reporting, Patrick at Alexandria writes:
The harvest is vast, but the laborers are few.
Exactly. While I was checking out the story in Kentucky last week, I had an interesting conversation with Andrew Marcus of Founding Bloggers who asked me, Where are all these laid-off journalists who've lost their jobs in the Great Newspaper Meltdown of the past few years?

There is clearly an opportunity for entrepreneurial online journalism by resourceful reporters who can find a way to operate indepedently on a shoestring budget. And yet it's hard to see where any of the people laid off from the big metropolitan papers have actually taken advantage of this opportunity.

UPDATE II: You've got to laugh at the mind-numbing idiocy of "Cato the Elder," a damned fool who doesn't even get my Cousin Brian's jest about "the new black," a pop culture reference which means that something is the latest vogue, e.g., "taupe is the new black."

The Fool Cato construes Brian's remark as a "whine," when in fact it was a shrug of indifference, a dry acknowledgement of contemporary reality. The Fool Cato is so inextricably wedded to the liberal victimhood narrative -- where every problem ever suffered by anyone who isn't white can be understood only as a result of white racism -- that he can't even realize what's happening when his game is busted by an Atlanta bar bouncer.

Here you see how The Vision of the Anointed blinds people to reality. It's "The Irrelevance of Evidence," as Sowell called it. Envisioning the world categorically, with prefabricated explanations for every phenomenon, the anointed loudly proclaim their open-mindedness and tolerance while fanatically pursuing vendettas of narrow-minded zealotry.

When the anointed encounter anomalous phenomena that don't fit their rigid mental molds, they become frustrated. When you try to explain that they might have stumbled onto evidence that their categories and prefab explanations are invalid, this provokes a vengeful rage. And that's when you realize that you're not actually arguing about whatever it was that provoked the argument.

Their own infallibilty -- the awe-inspiring authority of their opinions -- is the actual subject of their argument. The anointed worldview is an incomprehensible mish-mash of self-contradiction and error, which is why the liberal furiously denounces as guilty of bad faith (mala fides) anyone who persistently criticizes the validity of the worldview.

No person of good faith could fail to agree with liberalism, you see. Therefore, when you disagree with the liberal, you are not merely mistaken, but evil.

The Fool Cato doesn't need to know anything about my Cousin Brian in order to conclude that Brian is inferior. And Brian's inferiority -- his status as some hick on whom Cato is qualified to pronounce judgment -- is the entire point of what Cato calls a "Socratic" rant.

Grab a cup of hemlock, Socrates. Cheers!