End of the Year Haiku, Part 2 (Rude Readers Get Poetical):
Before we close out this bipolar year of Obama rushes and economic crashes and a solid level of violence and horror, let's look back in poetry, or at least a bastardized version of poetry, as the Rude Pundit and his readers tap some haiku into the ether where 2008 is about to reside.
A few more from the Rude Pundit:
A Moral Quandary
Hmm, is it torture?
Ask the jailed nude man shaking
In pools of his piss.
You Get What You Ask For
The NSA cringed
when they saw Cheney jacks it
to burn victim porn.
The Night of January 19
Bush stared at the wall,
fingered his asshole, and thought,
“I did a great job.”
The Rude Pundit put out the call for haiku, and, damn, motherfuckers, you flooded him with well over 100 of the things in a little over a day. Here's a sample of the best (with minor edits, if needed, and no vouching for proper syllable count). If yours didn't make it, thanks for sending it, and, for fuck's sake, get over it.
From J. Jackson:
Ostrich-like humans
Our heads buried in the ice
Drowning as it melts
From Mike A.:
Look back at Iraq
With a post-coital tristesse
Quiet, you'll wake her
From Foamboy:
If a thing is deemed
"Too Big To Fail," then please don't
Put fucktards in charge.
From John H.:
Bush, the decider,
will be gone not soon enough
to bring back the dead
From Tangerine L.:
If I live too long
Spring will bring another Bush.
I hope I die first.
From Chuck D. (no, not that one):
Farewell, W.
Please accept this flying shoe
As your good-bye gift.
From Pete K.:
False prosperity
Thin as simple rice paper
Flutters in the wind
From Jeanette D.:
I once had a job
I could almost pay my bills
Job gone, bills still here
From Jennie B.:
For sale: tulip garden
Dutch cultivars blooming with
attached foreclosed house
From Broadway Carl:
One day soon Limbaugh
Will clutch his chest and collapse
I will dance a jig
From Jim:
Sleek blond imbecile
Like Ann Coulter posits a
Terrorist Fist Jab
From Tom M. (a Dead Kennedys reference always warms the Rude Pundit's heart):
O' California
Uber alles, votes hatred
Proposition 8
From Phil D.:
Barack Obama
Is Chicago’s face. It’s ass:
Rod Blagojevich
From Dan G.:
Two-thousand and eight
America finally stops
Sucking its own dick?
From Sheldon D.:
Obama said yes
the sun will shine yet again
here comes the shitstorm
12/30/2008
End of the Year Haiku, 2008 (Part 1: The Election):
Horror Movie Campaign
1. Sarah Palin sucked
the life out of John McCain
like a vampire moose.
2. Prez Bill Clinton was
a hungry, running zombie
with gore in his teeth.
3. Did Giuliani
really think America
needs Nosferatu?
4. Hillary Clinton
was as tough to defeat as
Jason on crack rock.
5. McCain sold his soul
to Karl Rove, who crushed it like
a frightened hawk’s heart.
A Bad Year for Fox “News”
Bill Ayers, Rev. Wright,
madrassas, Muslims, and more:
flea farts in the wind.
Happy Endings
Obama said, “Yes,
we can.” And we finally
believed that we could.
(The Rude Pundit will be back later with more haiku. And you can send yours. So far, the poems have been a-pouring in. Keep 'em coming - except you, John H. You've had way too much to drink.)
Horror Movie Campaign
1. Sarah Palin sucked
the life out of John McCain
like a vampire moose.
2. Prez Bill Clinton was
a hungry, running zombie
with gore in his teeth.
3. Did Giuliani
really think America
needs Nosferatu?
4. Hillary Clinton
was as tough to defeat as
Jason on crack rock.
5. McCain sold his soul
to Karl Rove, who crushed it like
a frightened hawk’s heart.
A Bad Year for Fox “News”
Bill Ayers, Rev. Wright,
madrassas, Muslims, and more:
flea farts in the wind.
Happy Endings
Obama said, “Yes,
we can.” And we finally
believed that we could.
(The Rude Pundit will be back later with more haiku. And you can send yours. So far, the poems have been a-pouring in. Keep 'em coming - except you, John H. You've had way too much to drink.)
12/29/2008
End of the Year Haiku Submissions:
Since 2004, the Rude Pundit has ended every year with a whisper in a series of simple haiku. He'll be doing that again this week, and he's once again opening this up to rude readers to contribute their own three line, five-syllable, seven-syllable, five-syllable poems to reflect on this grand and awful year.
Here's an example:
My 401K
Is a sheet of blank paper
Against a white wall.
Submit yours to rudepundit_at_yahoo(dot)com. The best will be posted on Wednesday or Thursday.
Since 2004, the Rude Pundit has ended every year with a whisper in a series of simple haiku. He'll be doing that again this week, and he's once again opening this up to rude readers to contribute their own three line, five-syllable, seven-syllable, five-syllable poems to reflect on this grand and awful year.
Here's an example:
My 401K
Is a sheet of blank paper
Against a white wall.
Submit yours to rudepundit_at_yahoo(dot)com. The best will be posted on Wednesday or Thursday.
Because We Won't Have Him to Kick Around Much Longer, Part 3 (Middle East Blood Edition):
This has gotten ridiculous. With the new conflagration in Gaza, the Bush presidency has now become a parody of a failure. It's like watching Herbert Hoover walk in public with shit-stained pants around his ankles, like seeing Richard Nixon fuck Checkers' corpse, like hearing Warren G. Harding in the mad throes of advanced syphilis screeching at the walls of the White House. Peace of some sort in the Middle East has been one of those presidential yardsticks since at least Jimmy Carter, and the measure of our current Leader of the Free World, this demi-man, this Bush rests somewhere between blithe neglect and outright hostility to anything that stinks of "peace."
The White House's official reaction to the end of a six-month truce between Hamas and Israel was, in essence, to show a middle finger to the Palestinians and say, "See this? Sit on this fucker and rotate, bitches." Or, as Condoleezza Rice put it, "The United States strongly condemns the repeated rocket and mortar attacks against Israel and holds Hamas responsible for breaking the cease-fire and for the renewal of violence in Gaza." Which would be great if Hamas had broken the cease-fire. At best, that's up for debate, although most evidence points to Israel being the first dicks in the cock fight. And, to demonstrate that you can't spell "diplomacy" without a dip, some damn spokestooge for Bush said of Hamas, "These people are nothing but thugs."
Does anyone fuckin' even remember the ludicrous "road map" to an end to the Israeli/Palestinian conflict? Yeah, it was just great to provide a map. Some wheels and an engine would have been better. (And not the engines in the warplanes the U.S. sells to Israel.)
Meanwhile, over there, the ambulances in Gaza are having difficulty transporting the dead and wounded because of the constant barrage of Israeli attacks. Before the attacks, because of its opposition to the Hamas-led government, Israel decided to blockade the Gaza Strip. Writes Johann Hari, "According to Oxfam, only 137 trucks of food were allowed into Gaza this November - to feed 1.5 million people. The UN says poverty has reached an 'unprecedented level.' When I was last in besieged Gaza, I saw hospitals turning away the sick because their machinery and medicine was running out. I met hungry children stumbling around the streets, scavenging for food." So Hamas launched some rockets. A stupid move, but if you're watching your kids dig through garbage to eat, you might just throw rocks at the people making it happen.
And, as ever, Israel's reaction is to drop a fuckin' avalanche of boulders on the sick, starving rock throwers. Of course, demonstrations took place against Israel all over the Arab world, including in lucky, liberated Iraq. Over there, it's all redemptive blood and death, which is a cycle that can only ensure its continuation.
Meanwhile, over here, this is another not-so-abstract example of just how fucked we've become as a nation, how impotent, how unimportant. We've only got three weeks left of this madness, of being led by these criminally arrogant and incompetent bastards. What the fuck else could happen? What the fuck else can? At this point, all bets are off on whether or not the nation can survive until January 20. Shit, we should just go around expecting another terrorist attack, a plague ravaging a city, a goddamned black hole swallowing the entire planet. It wouldn't even be surprising.
This has gotten ridiculous. With the new conflagration in Gaza, the Bush presidency has now become a parody of a failure. It's like watching Herbert Hoover walk in public with shit-stained pants around his ankles, like seeing Richard Nixon fuck Checkers' corpse, like hearing Warren G. Harding in the mad throes of advanced syphilis screeching at the walls of the White House. Peace of some sort in the Middle East has been one of those presidential yardsticks since at least Jimmy Carter, and the measure of our current Leader of the Free World, this demi-man, this Bush rests somewhere between blithe neglect and outright hostility to anything that stinks of "peace."
The White House's official reaction to the end of a six-month truce between Hamas and Israel was, in essence, to show a middle finger to the Palestinians and say, "See this? Sit on this fucker and rotate, bitches." Or, as Condoleezza Rice put it, "The United States strongly condemns the repeated rocket and mortar attacks against Israel and holds Hamas responsible for breaking the cease-fire and for the renewal of violence in Gaza." Which would be great if Hamas had broken the cease-fire. At best, that's up for debate, although most evidence points to Israel being the first dicks in the cock fight. And, to demonstrate that you can't spell "diplomacy" without a dip, some damn spokestooge for Bush said of Hamas, "These people are nothing but thugs."
Does anyone fuckin' even remember the ludicrous "road map" to an end to the Israeli/Palestinian conflict? Yeah, it was just great to provide a map. Some wheels and an engine would have been better. (And not the engines in the warplanes the U.S. sells to Israel.)
Meanwhile, over there, the ambulances in Gaza are having difficulty transporting the dead and wounded because of the constant barrage of Israeli attacks. Before the attacks, because of its opposition to the Hamas-led government, Israel decided to blockade the Gaza Strip. Writes Johann Hari, "According to Oxfam, only 137 trucks of food were allowed into Gaza this November - to feed 1.5 million people. The UN says poverty has reached an 'unprecedented level.' When I was last in besieged Gaza, I saw hospitals turning away the sick because their machinery and medicine was running out. I met hungry children stumbling around the streets, scavenging for food." So Hamas launched some rockets. A stupid move, but if you're watching your kids dig through garbage to eat, you might just throw rocks at the people making it happen.
And, as ever, Israel's reaction is to drop a fuckin' avalanche of boulders on the sick, starving rock throwers. Of course, demonstrations took place against Israel all over the Arab world, including in lucky, liberated Iraq. Over there, it's all redemptive blood and death, which is a cycle that can only ensure its continuation.
Meanwhile, over here, this is another not-so-abstract example of just how fucked we've become as a nation, how impotent, how unimportant. We've only got three weeks left of this madness, of being led by these criminally arrogant and incompetent bastards. What the fuck else could happen? What the fuck else can? At this point, all bets are off on whether or not the nation can survive until January 20. Shit, we should just go around expecting another terrorist attack, a plague ravaging a city, a goddamned black hole swallowing the entire planet. It wouldn't even be surprising.
12/26/2008
In Brief: Pinter in Memoriam:
The Rude Pundit's favorite moment in a Harold Pinter play comes at the end of Act 1 in No Man's Land, a 1975 work. Without explaining the plot, it's still an almost unbearably chilling scene, the perfect example of the playwright's "menace" on stage. It's this simple: one character, who is a thuggish bodyguard, tells an old man, who is a stranger in the house where he sits, "Listen. You know what it's like when you're in a room with the light on and then suddenly the light goes out? I'll show you. It's like this..." And then he turns out the light. Since it's the end of the act, that means the lights go out in the theatre. So you are left, like the character, thinking about how it feels to be suddenly plunged into darkness.
The British Pinter, in his subtle, devastating works, illuminated a world where people were engaged in verbal (and sometimes physical) combat in order to cling to or assert power. Often, that power came from the outside to disrupt or even colonize a living space. In his most famous work, The Homecoming, a house of men ends up figuratively and literally on its knees to the woman who has come from America. In The Birthday Party, two men torture another man into a catatonic state before taking him away to an unknown fate. We do not know what the victim has done to bring the men to his boarding house.
For more on Pinter beyond the stage, read English PEN's note of mourning for the dead writer, who was also Vice-President of the organization and a tireless fighter for free speech rights around the world. And, of course, there's his 2005 Nobel Prize lecture, where he reached into America's pants and yanked off its balls. Finally, if you want to see the man in action as an actor, check out his performance in Samuel Beckett's Catastrophe, directed by David Mamet.
Harold Pinter knew that those with power will use that power. And while his life was devoted to fighting back, his work demonstrated again and again that ultimately, power corrupts and poisons even the most seemingly best-intentioned people. In the famous pauses he wrote into the dialogue of his plays, the silences were often filled with the internal choice of the characters to fight or submit. Unfortunately, the end result, as Pinter saw it, was usually the same.
(The Rude Pundit is in a hurry because he's heading south today, and he'll be writing from a Red State America that is a significantly lighter shade.)
The Rude Pundit's favorite moment in a Harold Pinter play comes at the end of Act 1 in No Man's Land, a 1975 work. Without explaining the plot, it's still an almost unbearably chilling scene, the perfect example of the playwright's "menace" on stage. It's this simple: one character, who is a thuggish bodyguard, tells an old man, who is a stranger in the house where he sits, "Listen. You know what it's like when you're in a room with the light on and then suddenly the light goes out? I'll show you. It's like this..." And then he turns out the light. Since it's the end of the act, that means the lights go out in the theatre. So you are left, like the character, thinking about how it feels to be suddenly plunged into darkness.
The British Pinter, in his subtle, devastating works, illuminated a world where people were engaged in verbal (and sometimes physical) combat in order to cling to or assert power. Often, that power came from the outside to disrupt or even colonize a living space. In his most famous work, The Homecoming, a house of men ends up figuratively and literally on its knees to the woman who has come from America. In The Birthday Party, two men torture another man into a catatonic state before taking him away to an unknown fate. We do not know what the victim has done to bring the men to his boarding house.
For more on Pinter beyond the stage, read English PEN's note of mourning for the dead writer, who was also Vice-President of the organization and a tireless fighter for free speech rights around the world. And, of course, there's his 2005 Nobel Prize lecture, where he reached into America's pants and yanked off its balls. Finally, if you want to see the man in action as an actor, check out his performance in Samuel Beckett's Catastrophe, directed by David Mamet.
Harold Pinter knew that those with power will use that power. And while his life was devoted to fighting back, his work demonstrated again and again that ultimately, power corrupts and poisons even the most seemingly best-intentioned people. In the famous pauses he wrote into the dialogue of his plays, the silences were often filled with the internal choice of the characters to fight or submit. Unfortunately, the end result, as Pinter saw it, was usually the same.
(The Rude Pundit is in a hurry because he's heading south today, and he'll be writing from a Red State America that is a significantly lighter shade.)
12/25/2008
Rude Blast from the Past:
It's Christmasukkah. What the fuck are you doing here? At least get out to a bar and be with other people. And remember: egg nog is not "just to add color."
Here's a little something from 2004, with updated links and pictures:
Xmas - And, lo, a small teddy bear will lead them:
In the days before Christmas, the Rude Pundit roamed his neighborhood, looking at the displays in the charming stores and corner markets. There he saw the agony of so many dichotomous feelings about this holiday. One window had a kneeling, praying Santa next to a baby Jesus in the manger. Santa's hat was off. He was balding. Another display had the jolly old fat man landing his sleigh and reindeer on the roof of the manger. Surprisingly, neither Mary nor Joseph seemed rattled by the noise, although a camel was looking upward, as if asking, "What the fuck?" The Rude Pundit loved that camel.
Ah, sweet camel, what the fuck, indeed. Christ and commerce, Alleluia. The Savior has been born and he thanks you for your presents. Santa showing that he'll even honor the king of the Jews in the land of Islam. There's no telling what it means (and don't get all up in the Rude Pundit's face about St. Nicholas). Except this: we want to embrace both things, good deconstructionists that we are: Santa, who soothes our greed,and Jesus, who promises us peace. Either way, we want them both to tell us we're good people, nice people. And, of course, guilt-ridden Christians want to make sure that Santa toes the party line, you know.
For the holiday, here's a few of the Rude Pundit's favorite Nativity sets:
The Moosetivity (there better be a lot of damn hay in that manger)
The Boyd's Bears Nativity (because baby Jesus isn't cute enough as a human)
The Native American Nativity (complete with real feathers, 'cause, you know, the Indians benefited so much from the birth of Christ)
This is not to mention the Cativity, the Dogtivity, the Barntivity, and the various Beartivities, all available unironically for your Christmas consumption.
It's Christmasukkah. What the fuck are you doing here? At least get out to a bar and be with other people. And remember: egg nog is not "just to add color."
Here's a little something from 2004, with updated links and pictures:
Xmas - And, lo, a small teddy bear will lead them:
In the days before Christmas, the Rude Pundit roamed his neighborhood, looking at the displays in the charming stores and corner markets. There he saw the agony of so many dichotomous feelings about this holiday. One window had a kneeling, praying Santa next to a baby Jesus in the manger. Santa's hat was off. He was balding. Another display had the jolly old fat man landing his sleigh and reindeer on the roof of the manger. Surprisingly, neither Mary nor Joseph seemed rattled by the noise, although a camel was looking upward, as if asking, "What the fuck?" The Rude Pundit loved that camel.
Ah, sweet camel, what the fuck, indeed. Christ and commerce, Alleluia. The Savior has been born and he thanks you for your presents. Santa showing that he'll even honor the king of the Jews in the land of Islam. There's no telling what it means (and don't get all up in the Rude Pundit's face about St. Nicholas). Except this: we want to embrace both things, good deconstructionists that we are: Santa, who soothes our greed,and Jesus, who promises us peace. Either way, we want them both to tell us we're good people, nice people. And, of course, guilt-ridden Christians want to make sure that Santa toes the party line, you know.
For the holiday, here's a few of the Rude Pundit's favorite Nativity sets:
The Moosetivity (there better be a lot of damn hay in that manger)
The Boyd's Bears Nativity (because baby Jesus isn't cute enough as a human)
The Native American Nativity (complete with real feathers, 'cause, you know, the Indians benefited so much from the birth of Christ)
This is not to mention the Cativity, the Dogtivity, the Barntivity, and the various Beartivities, all available unironically for your Christmas consumption.
12/24/2008
Christmas Treats: A Very Cheney Christmas:
Let's give this one last spin before the era of his horror is over and jokes like these are curiosities of the past. It's a track from the 2005 recording you see over there, The Year of Living Rudely, a never-blogged piece written by the Rude Pundit that celebrates the yearly White House tradition of an administration member reading a Christmas story to children each yuletide. It's a look back, with a spotlight on a sad Colin Powell, a crazy (what else?) John Bolton, and a repressed Laura Bush. And then there's Cheney.
So gather the family 'round, burn the last of your worthless 401k to keep warm, and listen to "A Very Cheney Christmas":
To give props, it was produced by the enthusiastically rude Kevin Thomsen and it features the Rude Pundit, Erik Bergmann, Donna Coney Island, and Skippy Crandall.
Happy Hanukkah/Christmas/Kwanzaa/Ba'al's Sodomize-Your-Neighbor Day/Whatever.
(Oh, guess it's an opportunity for promotion: if you wanna remember the nightmare, you can order the CD or download tracks by clicking here or, if you're orally inclined, over on the patriotic mouth.)
(And if you're havin' problems with the player there, it is easier to hear it over at Podbean.)
Let's give this one last spin before the era of his horror is over and jokes like these are curiosities of the past. It's a track from the 2005 recording you see over there, The Year of Living Rudely, a never-blogged piece written by the Rude Pundit that celebrates the yearly White House tradition of an administration member reading a Christmas story to children each yuletide. It's a look back, with a spotlight on a sad Colin Powell, a crazy (what else?) John Bolton, and a repressed Laura Bush. And then there's Cheney.
So gather the family 'round, burn the last of your worthless 401k to keep warm, and listen to "A Very Cheney Christmas":
To give props, it was produced by the enthusiastically rude Kevin Thomsen and it features the Rude Pundit, Erik Bergmann, Donna Coney Island, and Skippy Crandall.
Happy Hanukkah/Christmas/Kwanzaa/Ba'al's Sodomize-Your-Neighbor Day/Whatever.
(Oh, guess it's an opportunity for promotion: if you wanna remember the nightmare, you can order the CD or download tracks by clicking here or, if you're orally inclined, over on the patriotic mouth.)
(And if you're havin' problems with the player there, it is easier to hear it over at Podbean.)
12/23/2008
Quotes That Make the Rude Pundit Want to Huff Blonde Hair Dye (Part of the "Why Ann Coulter Is a Cunt" Series):
In her "tribute" to Sarah Palin (if by "tribute," you mean, "a narcissistic recapitulation of every notion that has popped into one's head between giving head to Sean Hannity and snorting Ecuadoran blow over the entire year") for the Alaska Governor's receipt of "Conservative of the Year" from the inhuman Human Events "magazine," Ann Coulter gives us this ringing endorsement:
"Who cares if Palin was qualified to be President? She was running with John McCain! There was no chance that ticket was going to place her anywhere near the presidency. In fact, I can’t think of a better place to put someone you wanted to keep away from the White House than on a ticket with McCain."
Apparently, one's worthiness for being "Conservative of the Year," if we go by Coulter's words, is based on how much one pisses off liberals (to which Coulter gleefully masturbates all over the page), one's ability to breed (Coulter repeatedly and stalkingly brings up Palin's kids), and one's looks. Not only are there two references to how "beautiful" Palin is, but Coulter offers that "there was not one Democrat woman who could win a head-to-head contest with Palin. Especially not if we got to see their faces. Democrats may have a fleet of women politicians, but they don’t have a deep bench of attractive ones. You don’t even think of most Democratic women as women: Rosa Delauro, Nita Lowey, Patty Murray, Janet Napolitano -- and the list goes on. Oh, sure, there are the odd female Democrat sex kittens -- your Janet Renos, your Donna Shalalas -- but they're the exception to the rule." Those conservatives sure know how to value their women.
At the end of the day, though, what else do they have this year? "Conservative of the Year," according to Human Events, is not about ideology advancement or accomplishment. No, it's for a "beauteous" face who people wanted to come out and look at. A hot piece of right wing ass. It is, indeed, lipstick on a pit bull.
In her "tribute" to Sarah Palin (if by "tribute," you mean, "a narcissistic recapitulation of every notion that has popped into one's head between giving head to Sean Hannity and snorting Ecuadoran blow over the entire year") for the Alaska Governor's receipt of "Conservative of the Year" from the inhuman Human Events "magazine," Ann Coulter gives us this ringing endorsement:
"Who cares if Palin was qualified to be President? She was running with John McCain! There was no chance that ticket was going to place her anywhere near the presidency. In fact, I can’t think of a better place to put someone you wanted to keep away from the White House than on a ticket with McCain."
Apparently, one's worthiness for being "Conservative of the Year," if we go by Coulter's words, is based on how much one pisses off liberals (to which Coulter gleefully masturbates all over the page), one's ability to breed (Coulter repeatedly and stalkingly brings up Palin's kids), and one's looks. Not only are there two references to how "beautiful" Palin is, but Coulter offers that "there was not one Democrat woman who could win a head-to-head contest with Palin. Especially not if we got to see their faces. Democrats may have a fleet of women politicians, but they don’t have a deep bench of attractive ones. You don’t even think of most Democratic women as women: Rosa Delauro, Nita Lowey, Patty Murray, Janet Napolitano -- and the list goes on. Oh, sure, there are the odd female Democrat sex kittens -- your Janet Renos, your Donna Shalalas -- but they're the exception to the rule." Those conservatives sure know how to value their women.
At the end of the day, though, what else do they have this year? "Conservative of the Year," according to Human Events, is not about ideology advancement or accomplishment. No, it's for a "beauteous" face who people wanted to come out and look at. A hot piece of right wing ass. It is, indeed, lipstick on a pit bull.
12/22/2008
Photos That Make the Rude Pundit Want to Freebase Fruitcake:
That's Baghdad Santa. Behind him is a poster of Jesus, who no doubt is thinking, "What the fuck?" Yes, it is a sign of "hope," if you will, that Christmas has returned to Baghdad, all things considered, but when your Christian population has dropped to 100,000 from 800,000 pre-U.S. invasion, you gotta figure that you get one shot to celebrate the whole thing, God and greed.
Oh, and as part of the festival, there's dioramas, including 12 year-old Afnan's: "Arresting the Terrorists": "'These are the terrorists,' she tells me. 'They were trying to blow up the school.' In the middle of the street a dead 'terrorist' sprawls on the asphalt, his bloody arm torn from his body by an explosion. Afnan tells me she used red nail polish to paint the blood. A little plastic dog stands nearby. 'What is he doing?' I ask. 'He looks for terrorists and searches for weapons and explosives,' Afnan says."
As the President would say, hey, at least the children of Iraq get to express themselves without fear for the holidays. Jingle those bells, motherfuckers.
That's Baghdad Santa. Behind him is a poster of Jesus, who no doubt is thinking, "What the fuck?" Yes, it is a sign of "hope," if you will, that Christmas has returned to Baghdad, all things considered, but when your Christian population has dropped to 100,000 from 800,000 pre-U.S. invasion, you gotta figure that you get one shot to celebrate the whole thing, God and greed.
Oh, and as part of the festival, there's dioramas, including 12 year-old Afnan's: "Arresting the Terrorists": "'These are the terrorists,' she tells me. 'They were trying to blow up the school.' In the middle of the street a dead 'terrorist' sprawls on the asphalt, his bloody arm torn from his body by an explosion. Afnan tells me she used red nail polish to paint the blood. A little plastic dog stands nearby. 'What is he doing?' I ask. 'He looks for terrorists and searches for weapons and explosives,' Afnan says."
As the President would say, hey, at least the children of Iraq get to express themselves without fear for the holidays. Jingle those bells, motherfuckers.
12/19/2008
Tubby the Preacher Says That, Because He Fucks Women, "I Have Fewer Broken Hearts. I Have Less STDs":
Really, Barack Obama? You really want Tubby the Preacher from the incredibly homoerotic-sounding Saddleback Church to give the invocation at your inauguration? Sure, yeah, he caught hell from evangelicals for allowing you in his church, but that doesn't mean you have to return the favor.
For your Friday reading fun, here's Tubby the Preacher on Larry King Live (But Just Barely) on December 2, 2005, in all his eclair cream-sucking glory, explaining why homosexuals are not right. Warning: it's a long conversation that involves genitalia, bananas, King's daughter, and peanut butter (really):
TUBBY: Now people ask me all the time what do you think about homosexuality, OK? Well, I don't approach it -- I approach it like this. When you look at a female body and you look at a male body it seems that naturally certain parts go together.
KING: It seems that way, therefore how do you explain why someone is homosexual?
TUBBY: I don't explain it. I don't explain it.
KING: Well, then that doesn't suffice.
TUBBY: Well, and...
KING: Do you know why women, why you like women, just because the body is shaped differently?
TUBBY: Oh, no, I'm sure I know why I like women.
KING: You do?
TUBBY: I think -- I think I was wired by God to like women. I think they...
KING: So, what did he do to the gay person, God?
TUBBY: I don't know that God did that. I really don't.
KING: You mean he did it to you but he didn't do it to them?
TUBBY: You know, Larry, we all have instincts and we all have urges and we all have desires. That doesn't necessarily mean that I fulfill all of them. In other words, as a heterosexual man I might desire to have sex with 100 women. That doesn't mean I do it because that wouldn't be the right thing.
KING: All right, but if you desire another man and you're a man and you're an adult, who are you harming if the two of you agree and it's your life?
TUBBY: Yes.
KING: It's not Rick Warren's life or Larry King's life. It's their life.
TUBBY: Well, again, I would just say I think to me the issue is, is it natural? Is it the natural thing? I mean here's an interesting thing I have to ask. How can you believe in Darwin's theory of evolution and homosexuality at the same time? Now think about this.
If Darwin was right, which is survival of the fittest then homosexuality would be a recessive gene because it doesn't reproduce and you would think that over thousands of years that homosexuality would work itself out of the gene pool.
KING: So, we take the reverse. The creator then approves of it.
TUBBY: Well, I believe...
KING: Darwin's wrong. The creator is right. Gays are right.
TUBBY: Yes well, of course, I believe that God created one man for one woman for life. A lot of the problems -- as a pastor I've notice that when God gives certain rules they're really for our benefit. They're not because God's capricious or just "I think that I'm going to make your life miserable."
I think they're always for our benefit and when I do certain things God's way I have fewer broken hearts. I have less STDs. I have -- and I'm not just talking about sex. I'm talking about if I followed God's will about the right things about eating, I wouldn't be fat and overweight. I wouldn't, you know, and I -- people say well there are lots of sins. Of course there are. And to me the greatest sin is pride. The Bible tells us that pride is what Satan got kicked out of heaven and so we're all in the same boat.
KING: All right. You used the word natural.
TUBBY: Yes.
KING: Define it. For example, is it natural to like bananas? I like them. You may not.
TUBBY: Yes.
KING: Peanut butter, I love peanut butter. I know, I had a daughter, my daughter Chaia never liked peanut butter. Is that natural?
TUBBY: No, I think the difference is do you like food or not, not what flavor of food because you can't live without food. Now you can live without sex. It's possible. Lots of people do. So, I wouldn't even put it in the same category. A lot of people live without sex. It's not an essential for life.
And...scene.
There you go. Tubby used secular ideas of Darwinism to defend homophobia and then said that sex is not "essential for life," which would be pretty much the opposite of what he just explained. Wonder what his parishioners would think of the use of the eeevil evolutionist. And, by the way, the Rude Pundit knows that, yes, penises fit in vaginas, but they also fit quite nicely in mouths and assholes. Oh, that God. You just don't know what he's up to. Unless, you know, you're Tubby the Preacher.
(By the way, the Rude Pundit's read Tubby's latest book, The Purpose of Christmas Pie. It's essentially a pamphlet stretched to book length where Tubby says we should have a birthday party for Jesus on Christmas. Poor Tubby. Anything to have an excuse for more pie.)
Really, Barack Obama? You really want Tubby the Preacher from the incredibly homoerotic-sounding Saddleback Church to give the invocation at your inauguration? Sure, yeah, he caught hell from evangelicals for allowing you in his church, but that doesn't mean you have to return the favor.
For your Friday reading fun, here's Tubby the Preacher on Larry King Live (But Just Barely) on December 2, 2005, in all his eclair cream-sucking glory, explaining why homosexuals are not right. Warning: it's a long conversation that involves genitalia, bananas, King's daughter, and peanut butter (really):
TUBBY: Now people ask me all the time what do you think about homosexuality, OK? Well, I don't approach it -- I approach it like this. When you look at a female body and you look at a male body it seems that naturally certain parts go together.
KING: It seems that way, therefore how do you explain why someone is homosexual?
TUBBY: I don't explain it. I don't explain it.
KING: Well, then that doesn't suffice.
TUBBY: Well, and...
KING: Do you know why women, why you like women, just because the body is shaped differently?
TUBBY: Oh, no, I'm sure I know why I like women.
KING: You do?
TUBBY: I think -- I think I was wired by God to like women. I think they...
KING: So, what did he do to the gay person, God?
TUBBY: I don't know that God did that. I really don't.
KING: You mean he did it to you but he didn't do it to them?
TUBBY: You know, Larry, we all have instincts and we all have urges and we all have desires. That doesn't necessarily mean that I fulfill all of them. In other words, as a heterosexual man I might desire to have sex with 100 women. That doesn't mean I do it because that wouldn't be the right thing.
KING: All right, but if you desire another man and you're a man and you're an adult, who are you harming if the two of you agree and it's your life?
TUBBY: Yes.
KING: It's not Rick Warren's life or Larry King's life. It's their life.
TUBBY: Well, again, I would just say I think to me the issue is, is it natural? Is it the natural thing? I mean here's an interesting thing I have to ask. How can you believe in Darwin's theory of evolution and homosexuality at the same time? Now think about this.
If Darwin was right, which is survival of the fittest then homosexuality would be a recessive gene because it doesn't reproduce and you would think that over thousands of years that homosexuality would work itself out of the gene pool.
KING: So, we take the reverse. The creator then approves of it.
TUBBY: Well, I believe...
KING: Darwin's wrong. The creator is right. Gays are right.
TUBBY: Yes well, of course, I believe that God created one man for one woman for life. A lot of the problems -- as a pastor I've notice that when God gives certain rules they're really for our benefit. They're not because God's capricious or just "I think that I'm going to make your life miserable."
I think they're always for our benefit and when I do certain things God's way I have fewer broken hearts. I have less STDs. I have -- and I'm not just talking about sex. I'm talking about if I followed God's will about the right things about eating, I wouldn't be fat and overweight. I wouldn't, you know, and I -- people say well there are lots of sins. Of course there are. And to me the greatest sin is pride. The Bible tells us that pride is what Satan got kicked out of heaven and so we're all in the same boat.
KING: All right. You used the word natural.
TUBBY: Yes.
KING: Define it. For example, is it natural to like bananas? I like them. You may not.
TUBBY: Yes.
KING: Peanut butter, I love peanut butter. I know, I had a daughter, my daughter Chaia never liked peanut butter. Is that natural?
TUBBY: No, I think the difference is do you like food or not, not what flavor of food because you can't live without food. Now you can live without sex. It's possible. Lots of people do. So, I wouldn't even put it in the same category. A lot of people live without sex. It's not an essential for life.
And...scene.
There you go. Tubby used secular ideas of Darwinism to defend homophobia and then said that sex is not "essential for life," which would be pretty much the opposite of what he just explained. Wonder what his parishioners would think of the use of the eeevil evolutionist. And, by the way, the Rude Pundit knows that, yes, penises fit in vaginas, but they also fit quite nicely in mouths and assholes. Oh, that God. You just don't know what he's up to. Unless, you know, you're Tubby the Preacher.
(By the way, the Rude Pundit's read Tubby's latest book, The Purpose of Christmas Pie. It's essentially a pamphlet stretched to book length where Tubby says we should have a birthday party for Jesus on Christmas. Poor Tubby. Anything to have an excuse for more pie.)
12/18/2008
Regarding Torture, Detention, and Morality:
When future generations of Americans look back on this disgusting era that we have been damned to live through in our nation's history , there's so much that will be ascribed to being the fault of the wrong man at the wrong place at the wrong time. And thus it should be. But there's gonna be some shit that these descendants of ours will examine every which way and still come out with one conclusion: "Are you fuckin' serious?" Chief among these, the Rude Pundit is sure, will be that the United States government created, implemented, and defended policies of torture and indefinite detention during what by then will have been shown to be the failed "war on terror."
Every time the subject rears its subhuman head, the Rude Pundit has to recalibrate in order to get his brain around the idea that we are actually talking about torture as if it's a rational thing to be batted around like a mathematical theorem in a classroom at Princeton. Sure, he's not so naive as to believe that the United States never secretly tortured prisoners (including having other countries do it) prior to this president's interminable term, but there was never any attempt to make it legal to do so. It was hidden with the idea that crimes were being committed for which people could be punished. The Bush policy was kept under wraps for as long as possible because it might have led to people trying to argue whether or not the legal opinions were wrong. That's like the difference between fucking your neighbor's dog and getting your neighbor's kid to agree that you could fuck the dog before you fuck it.
When you read the executive summary of the Senate Armed Services Committee's "Inquiry Into the Treatment of Detainees in U.S. Custody," you get to relive that sickening feeling of even tangential culpability you should have felt when the Abu Ghraib photos came out. It's our government, motherfuckers, so anything they do is done in our name. This recognizes, of course, that way too many citizens didn't/don't give a shit or were/are all for whatever shit we can do to hurt those Muslim bastards.
What's striking is the near mundanity of the creation of a cover-our-asses paper trail, as if the Omaha branch of an office supply company wanted to sneakily try blue paper clips. Like this chilling little passage: "Two GTMO [Gitmo] behavioral scientists who had attended the JPRA-led training at Fort Bragg drafted a memo proposing new interrogation techniques for use at GTMO. According to one of those two behavioral scientists, by early October 2002, there was 'increasing pressure to get "tougher" with detainee interrogations.' He added that if the interrogation policy memo did not contain coercive techniques, then it 'wasn’t going to go very far.'"
Read the whole thing, about how military lawyers tried to stop things before they went too far, about how Donald Rumsfeld was demanding that techniques previously considered torture be determined legal, about how alleged 9/11 plotter Muhammed al-Khatani was treated: "While key documents relating to the interrogation remain classified, published accounts indicate that military working dogs had been used against Khatani. He had also been deprived of adequate sleep for weeks on end, stripped naked, subjected to loud music, and made to wear a leash and perform dog tricks."
Whenever some conservative spoogebucket attempts to defend the techniques, using idiot arguments like al-Qaeda doesn't abide by the Geneva Conventions, the Rude Pundit just wants to say, "Really? You measure the standards of your morality by how they stack up to terrorists?" And don't even get started on the whole "a bomb's about to go off in an hour - whatwouldyoudo? whatwouldyoudo?" bullshit. Let's remember that none of the tortured detainees, however evil they are presumed to be, was actually charged with a crime at the time of their torture.
Over in Bosnia, three men have returned home after seven years at Gitmo. They were released because a judge in the United States said, in essence, "Are you fuckin' serious?" and ordered the three (and two others) released. Arrested in 2001 in their home country on suspicion of ties to al-Qaeda, they had been cleared back in January 2002 by the top court in Bosnia and Herzegovina. But, according to former Prime Minister Zlatko Lagumdzija and other officials, the Bush administration had threatened to cut off aid and diplomatic ties to Bosnia, still recovering after its long war.
A good many Bosnians are angry at Lagumidzija, declaring that his actions showed his "moral and political bankruptcy." His administration's participation in handing the men over to the United States has been under investigation since June, with a demand that reparations be made to the men. Will any of our officials ever be so condemned and pursued? The three men were held with no charges and no recourse until the U.S. Supreme Court allowed them to challenge their detention just a few months ago. One of the men told the Bosnian daily paper, "I spent seven years at the end of the world, in the worst place in the world, it’s indescribable."
Considering the methods that our government considered legitimate means of extracting information, one really can't imagine.
When future generations of Americans look back on this disgusting era that we have been damned to live through in our nation's history , there's so much that will be ascribed to being the fault of the wrong man at the wrong place at the wrong time. And thus it should be. But there's gonna be some shit that these descendants of ours will examine every which way and still come out with one conclusion: "Are you fuckin' serious?" Chief among these, the Rude Pundit is sure, will be that the United States government created, implemented, and defended policies of torture and indefinite detention during what by then will have been shown to be the failed "war on terror."
Every time the subject rears its subhuman head, the Rude Pundit has to recalibrate in order to get his brain around the idea that we are actually talking about torture as if it's a rational thing to be batted around like a mathematical theorem in a classroom at Princeton. Sure, he's not so naive as to believe that the United States never secretly tortured prisoners (including having other countries do it) prior to this president's interminable term, but there was never any attempt to make it legal to do so. It was hidden with the idea that crimes were being committed for which people could be punished. The Bush policy was kept under wraps for as long as possible because it might have led to people trying to argue whether or not the legal opinions were wrong. That's like the difference between fucking your neighbor's dog and getting your neighbor's kid to agree that you could fuck the dog before you fuck it.
When you read the executive summary of the Senate Armed Services Committee's "Inquiry Into the Treatment of Detainees in U.S. Custody," you get to relive that sickening feeling of even tangential culpability you should have felt when the Abu Ghraib photos came out. It's our government, motherfuckers, so anything they do is done in our name. This recognizes, of course, that way too many citizens didn't/don't give a shit or were/are all for whatever shit we can do to hurt those Muslim bastards.
What's striking is the near mundanity of the creation of a cover-our-asses paper trail, as if the Omaha branch of an office supply company wanted to sneakily try blue paper clips. Like this chilling little passage: "Two GTMO [Gitmo] behavioral scientists who had attended the JPRA-led training at Fort Bragg drafted a memo proposing new interrogation techniques for use at GTMO. According to one of those two behavioral scientists, by early October 2002, there was 'increasing pressure to get "tougher" with detainee interrogations.' He added that if the interrogation policy memo did not contain coercive techniques, then it 'wasn’t going to go very far.'"
Read the whole thing, about how military lawyers tried to stop things before they went too far, about how Donald Rumsfeld was demanding that techniques previously considered torture be determined legal, about how alleged 9/11 plotter Muhammed al-Khatani was treated: "While key documents relating to the interrogation remain classified, published accounts indicate that military working dogs had been used against Khatani. He had also been deprived of adequate sleep for weeks on end, stripped naked, subjected to loud music, and made to wear a leash and perform dog tricks."
Whenever some conservative spoogebucket attempts to defend the techniques, using idiot arguments like al-Qaeda doesn't abide by the Geneva Conventions, the Rude Pundit just wants to say, "Really? You measure the standards of your morality by how they stack up to terrorists?" And don't even get started on the whole "a bomb's about to go off in an hour - whatwouldyoudo? whatwouldyoudo?" bullshit. Let's remember that none of the tortured detainees, however evil they are presumed to be, was actually charged with a crime at the time of their torture.
Over in Bosnia, three men have returned home after seven years at Gitmo. They were released because a judge in the United States said, in essence, "Are you fuckin' serious?" and ordered the three (and two others) released. Arrested in 2001 in their home country on suspicion of ties to al-Qaeda, they had been cleared back in January 2002 by the top court in Bosnia and Herzegovina. But, according to former Prime Minister Zlatko Lagumdzija and other officials, the Bush administration had threatened to cut off aid and diplomatic ties to Bosnia, still recovering after its long war.
A good many Bosnians are angry at Lagumidzija, declaring that his actions showed his "moral and political bankruptcy." His administration's participation in handing the men over to the United States has been under investigation since June, with a demand that reparations be made to the men. Will any of our officials ever be so condemned and pursued? The three men were held with no charges and no recourse until the U.S. Supreme Court allowed them to challenge their detention just a few months ago. One of the men told the Bosnian daily paper, "I spent seven years at the end of the world, in the worst place in the world, it’s indescribable."
Considering the methods that our government considered legitimate means of extracting information, one really can't imagine.
12/17/2008
The Rude Pundit Will Be Televised:
Check out the Rude Pundit on GRITtv today, guest-hosted by Lizz Winstead, with Baratunde Thurston of The Onion also paneling. (Full version when it's posted later.)
A pleasant time was had by all. And the Rude Pundit's assured that, no matter how many times he stumbles or says, "Um," it'll still be less than the President-elect. You can check it out on various cable channels and on the Dish Network tonight.
Check out the Rude Pundit on GRITtv today, guest-hosted by Lizz Winstead, with Baratunde Thurston of The Onion also paneling. (Full version when it's posted later.)
A pleasant time was had by all. And the Rude Pundit's assured that, no matter how many times he stumbles or says, "Um," it'll still be less than the President-elect. You can check it out on various cable channels and on the Dish Network tonight.
In Brief: Why Frank Gaffney Needs to Be Kicked in the Taint:
There's rarely been a man who needs to be kicked repeatedly in the taint as much Frank Gaffney. A Reagan administration lackey and conservative jockstrap-sniffer whose only purpose is to make the world a more awful place through his writings, his "think tank" (the sole thought of which seems to be "blow shit up"), and his TV appearances. The amount of pleasure that would be derived from seeing Gaffney rolling on the ground, hands between his legs, half growling and half crying, "Oh, my taint," is immeasurable.
While being berated by Chris Matthews on his MSNBC show, My Balls Are Hard, last night for supporting war in Iraq despite the lack of WMDs and a lack of connection to anything that might threaten the United States, Gaffney stuck to his guns. Matthews, his girly voice rising to a mighty squeak, accused Gaffney of not caring that 4000 soldiers have died because of wrong information. Gaffney replied, "My position is that it’s regrettable that any Americans died. It is regrettable that they had to die, but I believe they did have to die."
Is your foot feeling itchy for contact with his taint? So, yeah, we could get all high and mighty and say that the very notion Gaffney presents is flawed on its face. Or we could say that if they had been better equipped, many, many of those same soldiers would not have died, even in an illegitimate war. But, instead, let's take the low road and imagine Matthews just getting up from his chair and saying, "Fucker," before slamming the toe of his right Berluti into Gaffney's taint.
(Disclaimer: The idea of kicking Frank Gaffney in the taint is a metaphorical and rhetorical device and not a call to violence. All kicks to the taint that Frank Gaffney may suffer after this is posted are not the fault of this blog, but of Frank Gaffney.)
There's rarely been a man who needs to be kicked repeatedly in the taint as much Frank Gaffney. A Reagan administration lackey and conservative jockstrap-sniffer whose only purpose is to make the world a more awful place through his writings, his "think tank" (the sole thought of which seems to be "blow shit up"), and his TV appearances. The amount of pleasure that would be derived from seeing Gaffney rolling on the ground, hands between his legs, half growling and half crying, "Oh, my taint," is immeasurable.
While being berated by Chris Matthews on his MSNBC show, My Balls Are Hard, last night for supporting war in Iraq despite the lack of WMDs and a lack of connection to anything that might threaten the United States, Gaffney stuck to his guns. Matthews, his girly voice rising to a mighty squeak, accused Gaffney of not caring that 4000 soldiers have died because of wrong information. Gaffney replied, "My position is that it’s regrettable that any Americans died. It is regrettable that they had to die, but I believe they did have to die."
Is your foot feeling itchy for contact with his taint? So, yeah, we could get all high and mighty and say that the very notion Gaffney presents is flawed on its face. Or we could say that if they had been better equipped, many, many of those same soldiers would not have died, even in an illegitimate war. But, instead, let's take the low road and imagine Matthews just getting up from his chair and saying, "Fucker," before slamming the toe of his right Berluti into Gaffney's taint.
(Disclaimer: The idea of kicking Frank Gaffney in the taint is a metaphorical and rhetorical device and not a call to violence. All kicks to the taint that Frank Gaffney may suffer after this is posted are not the fault of this blog, but of Frank Gaffney.)
The Rude Pundit on GRITtv Today:
While he's not exactly sure about where it airs on which cable or satellite systems, the Rude Pundit knows he'll be appearing on Laura Flanders' GRITtv today with guest host Lizz Winstead. It'll also be available on your local internets. We tape at noon. The actual air time forthcoming.
There will probably be a paucity of sodomy jokes, but much fun will be had.
While he's not exactly sure about where it airs on which cable or satellite systems, the Rude Pundit knows he'll be appearing on Laura Flanders' GRITtv today with guest host Lizz Winstead. It'll also be available on your local internets. We tape at noon. The actual air time forthcoming.
There will probably be a paucity of sodomy jokes, but much fun will be had.
12/16/2008
Dick Cheney Emerges to Tell You He Regrets Nothing:
In these foul pre-winter days, it's really the last thing we needed. The odor of the despoiled American air has taken on the stench of decayed human flesh, like bits of a zoologist's arm in the unflossed teeth of a lion. That sweet, nauseating smell is accompanied by a noxious, tear-inducing gas, the kind of thing that should make us all run in terror, except that we know what's causing it. Yes, indeed, the gastropodic, nearly amorphous globularity that occasionally forces itself into a frightening figure we haltingly refer to as "man," known as "Dick Cheney," has heaved its mass up to the surface of the earth, pustules popping, leaving behind a trail of a cement-melting slime. Ah, Christ, the people of the nation think, is it feeding time again? Will he never be satisfied? Have we not sacrificed enough virgin children for him to engorge? The very existence of Dick Cheney has turned more people into atheists than all the storms and wars in history, for if something that degraded and hideous is allowed to not only live, but thrive, then there can be nothing we might call "God" in the universe.
Cheney dragged himself from his bed of worms and shit in order to take part in "exit interviews" with members of the media. In his first public appearances in a month, Cheney deigned to allow questions to be asked of him by ABC News's Jonathan Karl and, in what is always a poisonous confluence of smart evil and stupid evil, Rush Limbaugh.
Limbaugh, of course, gave Cheney his lubed and anxious anus to repeatedly ream. The radio host loves it when he's bent over and being fucked because his sweaty belly fat slaps into his floppy manboobs. And Cheney was happy to oblige. Limbaugh made it his task for all of us ungrateful motherfuckers to understand just how wonderful and splenderific Cheney's decisions have been over the last eight years. For instance, on Gitmo, the bejowled one asked, "[I]s that an example of things that you've put in place to help defend the country, and they're going to be appreciative of once they get there and see it?"
Cheney, like a good demon or sociopath, assured Limbaugh that Obama is corruptible, that no matter what his intentions, once given executive power, Obama will wield it like the Bush administration: "Well, my guess is, once they get here and they're faced with the same problems we deal with every day, that they will appreciate some of the things we've put in place. We did not exceed our constitutional authority, as some have suggested, but we -- the President believes, I believe very deeply, in a strong executive, and I think that's essential in this day and age. And I think the Obama administration is not likely to cede that authority back to the Congress." The only good thing about that possibility is the idea of seeing the exploding heads of Republicans, who gave away their oversight power like Parisian prostitutes sell their perfumed pussies.
The Limbaugh interview was about as useful as one might imagine, with the porcine pontificator saying things like "Over the years when I've spoken to you, you have purposely avoided any partisanship, because I know that this has been a policy of the administration," which is a little like saying that it wasn't Hitler's fault that things got nasty in World War II - it was those fuckin' Jews.
But in both interviews, Cheney defended Gitmo, telling Limbaugh, "If you bring them here to the U.S. and put them in our local court system, then they are entitled to all kinds of rights that we extend only to American citizens." As the Rude Pundit's said on numerous occasions, can anyone explain why it's so bad that an alleged criminal is "entitled" to more rights? So what if he's captured in Kandahar instead of Louisville? Are our courts freeing terrorists on a regular basis? In both interviews, Cheney insists on the guilt of those at Gitmo, which he's been doing since it was 700 detainees, 500 detainees, 400...
In the ABC interview, the Vice President (for another month) said he agreed that it was "appropriate" to waterboard Khalid Sheikh Mohammed and that, as for when Gitmo should be shut down, "I think that that would come with the end of the war on terror." Karl asks when that might be, and, in one of those answers that makes you remember why exactly you hate this bonesmoking bastard, Cheney says, "Well, nobody knows. Nobody can specify that."
There's more, about the economy, about 9/11, about how criticism doesn't bother him, about how he has no regrets, not even about the intelligence that led to war, which even the President acknowledged. For, see, in order for Cheney to have regret or feeling, he'd have to be more evolved. Instead, he is closer to the primordial ooze, a kind of ur-evil, where immorality, seething hate, and roiling anger exist to liberate him from any feelings of culpability or error. Yes, he will disappear, like a devouring vine goes away in the cold, but what remains will need to be scrubbed off the streets of the nation.
In these foul pre-winter days, it's really the last thing we needed. The odor of the despoiled American air has taken on the stench of decayed human flesh, like bits of a zoologist's arm in the unflossed teeth of a lion. That sweet, nauseating smell is accompanied by a noxious, tear-inducing gas, the kind of thing that should make us all run in terror, except that we know what's causing it. Yes, indeed, the gastropodic, nearly amorphous globularity that occasionally forces itself into a frightening figure we haltingly refer to as "man," known as "Dick Cheney," has heaved its mass up to the surface of the earth, pustules popping, leaving behind a trail of a cement-melting slime. Ah, Christ, the people of the nation think, is it feeding time again? Will he never be satisfied? Have we not sacrificed enough virgin children for him to engorge? The very existence of Dick Cheney has turned more people into atheists than all the storms and wars in history, for if something that degraded and hideous is allowed to not only live, but thrive, then there can be nothing we might call "God" in the universe.
Cheney dragged himself from his bed of worms and shit in order to take part in "exit interviews" with members of the media. In his first public appearances in a month, Cheney deigned to allow questions to be asked of him by ABC News's Jonathan Karl and, in what is always a poisonous confluence of smart evil and stupid evil, Rush Limbaugh.
Limbaugh, of course, gave Cheney his lubed and anxious anus to repeatedly ream. The radio host loves it when he's bent over and being fucked because his sweaty belly fat slaps into his floppy manboobs. And Cheney was happy to oblige. Limbaugh made it his task for all of us ungrateful motherfuckers to understand just how wonderful and splenderific Cheney's decisions have been over the last eight years. For instance, on Gitmo, the bejowled one asked, "[I]s that an example of things that you've put in place to help defend the country, and they're going to be appreciative of once they get there and see it?"
Cheney, like a good demon or sociopath, assured Limbaugh that Obama is corruptible, that no matter what his intentions, once given executive power, Obama will wield it like the Bush administration: "Well, my guess is, once they get here and they're faced with the same problems we deal with every day, that they will appreciate some of the things we've put in place. We did not exceed our constitutional authority, as some have suggested, but we -- the President believes, I believe very deeply, in a strong executive, and I think that's essential in this day and age. And I think the Obama administration is not likely to cede that authority back to the Congress." The only good thing about that possibility is the idea of seeing the exploding heads of Republicans, who gave away their oversight power like Parisian prostitutes sell their perfumed pussies.
The Limbaugh interview was about as useful as one might imagine, with the porcine pontificator saying things like "Over the years when I've spoken to you, you have purposely avoided any partisanship, because I know that this has been a policy of the administration," which is a little like saying that it wasn't Hitler's fault that things got nasty in World War II - it was those fuckin' Jews.
But in both interviews, Cheney defended Gitmo, telling Limbaugh, "If you bring them here to the U.S. and put them in our local court system, then they are entitled to all kinds of rights that we extend only to American citizens." As the Rude Pundit's said on numerous occasions, can anyone explain why it's so bad that an alleged criminal is "entitled" to more rights? So what if he's captured in Kandahar instead of Louisville? Are our courts freeing terrorists on a regular basis? In both interviews, Cheney insists on the guilt of those at Gitmo, which he's been doing since it was 700 detainees, 500 detainees, 400...
In the ABC interview, the Vice President (for another month) said he agreed that it was "appropriate" to waterboard Khalid Sheikh Mohammed and that, as for when Gitmo should be shut down, "I think that that would come with the end of the war on terror." Karl asks when that might be, and, in one of those answers that makes you remember why exactly you hate this bonesmoking bastard, Cheney says, "Well, nobody knows. Nobody can specify that."
There's more, about the economy, about 9/11, about how criticism doesn't bother him, about how he has no regrets, not even about the intelligence that led to war, which even the President acknowledged. For, see, in order for Cheney to have regret or feeling, he'd have to be more evolved. Instead, he is closer to the primordial ooze, a kind of ur-evil, where immorality, seething hate, and roiling anger exist to liberate him from any feelings of culpability or error. Yes, he will disappear, like a devouring vine goes away in the cold, but what remains will need to be scrubbed off the streets of the nation.
12/15/2008
Because We Won't Have Him to Kick Around Much Longer, Part 2 (Featuring Shoes and a Fun and Easy Real Protest Idea):
This morning, the Rude Pundit decided to honor the efforts of Muntader al-Zaidi, the Iraqi shoe-tosser, by taking out a raggedy old pair of sneakers, putting them in a Priority Mail shipping box, helpfully provided by the United States Post Office, and shipping them to President George W. Bush at the White House. He included a note that read, "This is a farewell kiss from the American people, you dog."
Since throwing objects at the president is generally considered a crime, the Rude Pundit figures sending shoes to Bush is a small, good thing, a gesture of contempt that has context. Sweet Christ, at this point, there should be giant sacks of shoes heading to 1600 Pennsylvania Ave NW, Washington, DC, 20500, like letters to Santa.
The Rude Pundit is not going to hide his fucking glee at the incident. He's not going to "respect the office" or some such shit because Bush doesn't respect it, so fuck him - take a fuckin' shoe in the face - it'll probably be the only punishment our criminal president ever faces in his lifetime. All over America right now, millions of people are thinking the same thing: "About. Fucking. Time." Hell, when you watch the video, you see that the Secret Service barely cares. And you also see Bush smirk, as if thinking, "It's better than the plates Laura flings when she finds my whiskey."
And what's sweeter is that it's the only thing anyone's gonna remember about W's smug little "victory" lap he was trying to take in Iraq and Afghanistan, a trip that was like a rapist trying to get the semen stains out of the carpet before the DNA is found. Instead, the whole thing descended (or ascended, depending on your point of view) into farce, like a smug opera singer ripping a fart while hitting a high note. It was gratifying, no less than he deserved.
That sad part is how much he doesn't fucking care. Nothing he does is ever wrong, nothing jars him, as if there's so much Lithium in his veins that anything that might be called emotion has been drained out. He wants to be acquitted by history, by those who will analyze what he did to explain what the fuck happened, but he refuses to ever look back. In an interview with ABC News, when Bush was saying, "One of the major theaters against al Qaeda turns out to have been Iraq. This is where al Qaeda said they were going to take their stand," he was challenged by Martha Raddatz with the fact that al-Qaeda wasn't in Iraq until after the United States invaded. Bush responded, "Yeah, that's right. So what?"
Someone should be there every day of Bush's life to throw shoes at him. Hell, someone should market a fuckin' game that includes a Bush face mounted with velcro with tiny shoes that'll stick to his puss.
Oh, sweet Muntader, you who is probably hanging hooded in a basement with electrodes on your nipples and nuts right now while the vast majority of your country celebrates your leather-soled middle finger to the nation that occupies it, all over America, people are smiling and nodding. Maybe that we should come up with other things that should be hurled at the President because that motherfucking monkey has slung his shit at us for eight years.
Like, say, golf balls, birthday cake, your 401K, your sick child, clean coal, or Donald Rumsfeld.
This morning, the Rude Pundit decided to honor the efforts of Muntader al-Zaidi, the Iraqi shoe-tosser, by taking out a raggedy old pair of sneakers, putting them in a Priority Mail shipping box, helpfully provided by the United States Post Office, and shipping them to President George W. Bush at the White House. He included a note that read, "This is a farewell kiss from the American people, you dog."
Since throwing objects at the president is generally considered a crime, the Rude Pundit figures sending shoes to Bush is a small, good thing, a gesture of contempt that has context. Sweet Christ, at this point, there should be giant sacks of shoes heading to 1600 Pennsylvania Ave NW, Washington, DC, 20500, like letters to Santa.
The Rude Pundit is not going to hide his fucking glee at the incident. He's not going to "respect the office" or some such shit because Bush doesn't respect it, so fuck him - take a fuckin' shoe in the face - it'll probably be the only punishment our criminal president ever faces in his lifetime. All over America right now, millions of people are thinking the same thing: "About. Fucking. Time." Hell, when you watch the video, you see that the Secret Service barely cares. And you also see Bush smirk, as if thinking, "It's better than the plates Laura flings when she finds my whiskey."
And what's sweeter is that it's the only thing anyone's gonna remember about W's smug little "victory" lap he was trying to take in Iraq and Afghanistan, a trip that was like a rapist trying to get the semen stains out of the carpet before the DNA is found. Instead, the whole thing descended (or ascended, depending on your point of view) into farce, like a smug opera singer ripping a fart while hitting a high note. It was gratifying, no less than he deserved.
That sad part is how much he doesn't fucking care. Nothing he does is ever wrong, nothing jars him, as if there's so much Lithium in his veins that anything that might be called emotion has been drained out. He wants to be acquitted by history, by those who will analyze what he did to explain what the fuck happened, but he refuses to ever look back. In an interview with ABC News, when Bush was saying, "One of the major theaters against al Qaeda turns out to have been Iraq. This is where al Qaeda said they were going to take their stand," he was challenged by Martha Raddatz with the fact that al-Qaeda wasn't in Iraq until after the United States invaded. Bush responded, "Yeah, that's right. So what?"
Someone should be there every day of Bush's life to throw shoes at him. Hell, someone should market a fuckin' game that includes a Bush face mounted with velcro with tiny shoes that'll stick to his puss.
Oh, sweet Muntader, you who is probably hanging hooded in a basement with electrodes on your nipples and nuts right now while the vast majority of your country celebrates your leather-soled middle finger to the nation that occupies it, all over America, people are smiling and nodding. Maybe that we should come up with other things that should be hurled at the President because that motherfucking monkey has slung his shit at us for eight years.
Like, say, golf balls, birthday cake, your 401K, your sick child, clean coal, or Donald Rumsfeld.
12/12/2008
Pictures and Quotes That Make the Rude Pundit Think We're Not Gonna Survive the Next Five Weeks:
"This reminds me of the Joker from the 1989 version of Batman, who says: 'I'm giving out free money.' You know the Joker, as shown on this chart. You have seen him. 'I'm giving out free money.' As we all know, money is not free. Unfortunately, the joke here has been--and will again be if we do not do something about it--on the American taxpayer." - Republican Senator Charles Grassley, an Iowasshole, on how a tax shelter provision in the auto bailout plan was reason enough to oppose it.
This is not about the merits of the argument. This is about the fact that a goddamn United States Senator brought out this picture on the floor of the Senate.
Leaving aside that Grassley's staff could have used Heath Ledger's Joker lighting piles of cash on fire, and leaving aside that, in the 1989 Batman, the Joker was using the cash to lure people into the streets so he could gas them to death, thus rendering the entire analogy nonsensical (unless Congress had a proviso that called for executing the heads of the bank and insurance companies that might have benefited from the Silo tax shelter - which, on the whole, is not a bad idea), let's just head into the weekend remembering this: the people who keep rolling over the Democrats in the Senate are fucking idiots who have degraded the rhetoric and the politics of the nation to score cheap points. Now, who comes off worse? The ones doing it or the ones letting them do it?
Video of Grassley's speech is available, about a minute and a half in.
"This reminds me of the Joker from the 1989 version of Batman, who says: 'I'm giving out free money.' You know the Joker, as shown on this chart. You have seen him. 'I'm giving out free money.' As we all know, money is not free. Unfortunately, the joke here has been--and will again be if we do not do something about it--on the American taxpayer." - Republican Senator Charles Grassley, an Iowasshole, on how a tax shelter provision in the auto bailout plan was reason enough to oppose it.
This is not about the merits of the argument. This is about the fact that a goddamn United States Senator brought out this picture on the floor of the Senate.
Leaving aside that Grassley's staff could have used Heath Ledger's Joker lighting piles of cash on fire, and leaving aside that, in the 1989 Batman, the Joker was using the cash to lure people into the streets so he could gas them to death, thus rendering the entire analogy nonsensical (unless Congress had a proviso that called for executing the heads of the bank and insurance companies that might have benefited from the Silo tax shelter - which, on the whole, is not a bad idea), let's just head into the weekend remembering this: the people who keep rolling over the Democrats in the Senate are fucking idiots who have degraded the rhetoric and the politics of the nation to score cheap points. Now, who comes off worse? The ones doing it or the ones letting them do it?
Video of Grassley's speech is available, about a minute and a half in.
12/11/2008
Note to Republicans and the Media: We Don't Care About Obama and Blagojevich:
On waking up way too early this morning, the Rude Pundit turned on the MSNBC to watch the Morning Joe, mostly because Mika Brzezinski always has this hot pissed-off look, like she was just fucked by a premature ejaculator, and there were the jowls of Pat Buchanan hypnotically bobbling from side to side as he yelled at the Rude Pundit about how oh-shit-it's-just-soooo-goddamned important that Barack Obama and/or Rahm Emmanuel and/or David Axelrod and/or the puppy candidates answer questions about what they didn't know and when they didn't know it about the scandal involving Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich, who, don't you know, is a Democrat. Even whatever damn moderately liberal guest there said that Obama had to address it. Brzezinski, wanting to get back to her vibrator to finish the job her lover couldn't, nodded and Joey the Scar agreed.
It's a refrain you keep hearing in the DC punditry, in the mainstream media, and from desperate Republicans and other right wingers looking for any way to scratch the Obarmor of the President-elect. Politico's got "7 Blago questions for Obama." CNN's Campbell Brown says, "Obama's response insufficient in governor scandal." The RNC chair says Obama "should immediately disclose any and all communications his transition team has had with the governor’s office along with any Service Employees International Union officials involved in the matter."
And Sean Hannity exclaimed, more or less, "Look at me, everyone. I can lick my own taint" when he was talking to the Chicago Tribune's Jill Zuckman: "Let me go through this with you. It's another — it's acceptable, Bill Ayers is just an accepted professor in the neighborhood. Louis Farrakhan is viewed as somebody that has political influence, that's OK. The corrupt land deal with Tony Rezko, that's OK. This doesn't raise eyebrows. It's — is it just somebody like Sean Hannity sitting on the outside saying this doesn't look right?"
We've indulged all of these children for long enough here.
Yesterday alone, the Rude Pundit heard from three people who lost their jobs directly because of this economy that's ripping apart like a cum-drenched tissue rubbed too hard on a quickly shrinking cock. Meanwhile, southern (mostly) Republican Senators, including noted whoremonger David Vitter of Louisiana, who come from "right to work" states (shorthand for "Fuck you, unions"), are coming up with reasons to block an auto industry loan that's less than 2% of the assloads of free cash given to the financial sector. It's like a college girl agreeing to give anal to her boyfriend even though it hurts her and then threatening to break up with him because he left the toilet seat up. (A quick note to Alabama's Richard Shelby, Tennessee's Bob Corker, and the rest who are threatening a filibuster or other bill blockage: you really don't wanna piss off the UAW. It'll make Norma Rae look like a kiddie beauty pageant.)
The point here, getting back to the Blagojevich/Obama nexus of nothing, is that, speaking for the vast majority of America, we don't give a fuck. Unless you have Barack Obama on a recording saying, "Hey, Rod, I'll give you a hundred grand and three blow jobs from Michelle if you appoint my person to the Senate," then the rest of the nation thinks, "Let Illinois work it out and leave us the fuck alone." Because, see, if you're facing foreclosure after whatever brief grace period your bank is giving you so they don't look like complete cocksuckers over the holidays, the imminent end of your unemployment benefits, a COBRA that's chowed up your savings and your credit card limits, and the only prospect for the future is that shit's gonna get worse before it gets better, do you really give a happy rat's fuck if the President-elect's spokesman was right or wrong on whether or not Obama said jackshit to Rod Blagojevich?
Didn't the Republicans learn with the Clinton "scandal"? No one cared about the legalities of civil suit perjury. And the media and the right wing were screaming at us to care, that the fabric of society would be rent and demons would roam the land, ripping our children apart and dining on their luscious guts if we allowed Bill Clinton to get away with it. It didn't work.
But, hey, motherfuckers, if you still think it's 1998, you go right the fuck ahead. More people were fat and happy then, and they still didn't want any part of your selfish impeachment tantrum. Now, when everyone's wanting an answer or two to the crises here and the ones that are about to slam us in the face like a hurricane of shit, it's beyond childish and just downright dangerous to demand that we get sidetracked into obvious distractions.
On waking up way too early this morning, the Rude Pundit turned on the MSNBC to watch the Morning Joe, mostly because Mika Brzezinski always has this hot pissed-off look, like she was just fucked by a premature ejaculator, and there were the jowls of Pat Buchanan hypnotically bobbling from side to side as he yelled at the Rude Pundit about how oh-shit-it's-just-soooo-goddamned important that Barack Obama and/or Rahm Emmanuel and/or David Axelrod and/or the puppy candidates answer questions about what they didn't know and when they didn't know it about the scandal involving Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich, who, don't you know, is a Democrat. Even whatever damn moderately liberal guest there said that Obama had to address it. Brzezinski, wanting to get back to her vibrator to finish the job her lover couldn't, nodded and Joey the Scar agreed.
It's a refrain you keep hearing in the DC punditry, in the mainstream media, and from desperate Republicans and other right wingers looking for any way to scratch the Obarmor of the President-elect. Politico's got "7 Blago questions for Obama." CNN's Campbell Brown says, "Obama's response insufficient in governor scandal." The RNC chair says Obama "should immediately disclose any and all communications his transition team has had with the governor’s office along with any Service Employees International Union officials involved in the matter."
And Sean Hannity exclaimed, more or less, "Look at me, everyone. I can lick my own taint" when he was talking to the Chicago Tribune's Jill Zuckman: "Let me go through this with you. It's another — it's acceptable, Bill Ayers is just an accepted professor in the neighborhood. Louis Farrakhan is viewed as somebody that has political influence, that's OK. The corrupt land deal with Tony Rezko, that's OK. This doesn't raise eyebrows. It's — is it just somebody like Sean Hannity sitting on the outside saying this doesn't look right?"
We've indulged all of these children for long enough here.
Yesterday alone, the Rude Pundit heard from three people who lost their jobs directly because of this economy that's ripping apart like a cum-drenched tissue rubbed too hard on a quickly shrinking cock. Meanwhile, southern (mostly) Republican Senators, including noted whoremonger David Vitter of Louisiana, who come from "right to work" states (shorthand for "Fuck you, unions"), are coming up with reasons to block an auto industry loan that's less than 2% of the assloads of free cash given to the financial sector. It's like a college girl agreeing to give anal to her boyfriend even though it hurts her and then threatening to break up with him because he left the toilet seat up. (A quick note to Alabama's Richard Shelby, Tennessee's Bob Corker, and the rest who are threatening a filibuster or other bill blockage: you really don't wanna piss off the UAW. It'll make Norma Rae look like a kiddie beauty pageant.)
The point here, getting back to the Blagojevich/Obama nexus of nothing, is that, speaking for the vast majority of America, we don't give a fuck. Unless you have Barack Obama on a recording saying, "Hey, Rod, I'll give you a hundred grand and three blow jobs from Michelle if you appoint my person to the Senate," then the rest of the nation thinks, "Let Illinois work it out and leave us the fuck alone." Because, see, if you're facing foreclosure after whatever brief grace period your bank is giving you so they don't look like complete cocksuckers over the holidays, the imminent end of your unemployment benefits, a COBRA that's chowed up your savings and your credit card limits, and the only prospect for the future is that shit's gonna get worse before it gets better, do you really give a happy rat's fuck if the President-elect's spokesman was right or wrong on whether or not Obama said jackshit to Rod Blagojevich?
Didn't the Republicans learn with the Clinton "scandal"? No one cared about the legalities of civil suit perjury. And the media and the right wing were screaming at us to care, that the fabric of society would be rent and demons would roam the land, ripping our children apart and dining on their luscious guts if we allowed Bill Clinton to get away with it. It didn't work.
But, hey, motherfuckers, if you still think it's 1998, you go right the fuck ahead. More people were fat and happy then, and they still didn't want any part of your selfish impeachment tantrum. Now, when everyone's wanting an answer or two to the crises here and the ones that are about to slam us in the face like a hurricane of shit, it's beyond childish and just downright dangerous to demand that we get sidetracked into obvious distractions.
12/10/2008
When Stupid Politicians Go Corrupt, They Will Call It "Getting a Blagojevich":
Just sayin': A man whose name rhymes with "blow me, bitch" probably oughta avoid activity that could lead him to be imprisoned. And if you've got hair like Rod Blagojevich, so ripe for jizzing onto, you should probably not be such a dick about your crimes. Seriously, Blagojevich is such a fuckin' embarrassment to corrupt politicians everywhere that he makes the Abscam dolts who crammed bribes into their pockets on camera back in the 1970s look like models of restraint and decorum.
Everyone's got their favorite parts of the complaint against Blagojevich and his chief of staff, John Harris. Here's one of the Rude Pundit's: Blagojevich was talking to "Deputy Governor A" about the Tribune company's desire to sell Wrigley Field as it related to the Chicago Tribune's publication of an editorial calling for the governor to be impeached. Says the complaint, "During the call, Rod Blagojevich’s wife can be heard in the background telling Rod Blagojevich to tell Deputy Governor A 'to hold up that fucking Cubs shit. . . fuck them.' Rod Blagojevich asked Deputy Governor A what he thinks of his wife’s idea. Deputy Governor A stated that there is a part of what Rod Blagojevich’s wife said that he 'agree[s] with.' Deputy Governor A told Rod Blagojevich that Tribune Owner will say that he does not have anything to do with the editorials, 'but I would tell him, look, if you want to get your Cubs thing done get rid of this Tribune.' Later, Rod Blagojevich’s wife got on the phone and, during the continuing discussion of the critical Tribune editorials, stated that Tribune Owner can 'just fire' the writers because Tribune Owner owns the Tribune."
Isn't that awesome? The Governor of Illinois is on the phone with a Deputy Governor while his wife is yelling, "Fuck them" in the background. What a bunch of boobs. All over Chicago, there's mobsters laughing their fat asses off because Blagojevich made mistakes that only amateurs make.
There is, perhaps, underneath all of the bribery and threats and "pay to play" bullshittery, a tender love story of a buffoonish man who just wanted to get his loving wife a good job. It's family values all the way, motherfuckers. Blagojevich "wanted to know whether SEIU could do something to get his wife a position at Change to Win," and "that he needs to find a way to take the 'financial stress' off of his family and that his wife is as qualified or more qualified than another specifically named individual to sit on corporate boards," which is not to mention "that if his wife could get on some corporate boards and 'picks up another 150 grand a year or whatever' it would help" from the horrible financial stress of being governor for another two years. See? The man wants his wife, a licensed realtor who was under investigation because she was funneled clients with state contracts, to be the best she can be.
Bonus points: Patti Blagojevich was the development director for the Chicago Christian Industrial League, raising money to help the homeless.
Bonuser points: The Chicago Tribune takes its revenge: "An unflattering portrait depicting Illinois First Lady Patricia Blagojevich as a modern-day Lady Macbeth who plotted against her husband's perceived enemies and backed his corrupt schemes emerged in court documents connected to the governor's arrest Tuesday."
When you get to the shit that involves Barack Obama's Senate seat, the level of delusional absurdity would make Samuel Beckett go, "Are you fucking nuts?" The under-investigation Blagojevich wanted to name himself to the Senate because "it was unlikely that the President-elect would name him Secretary of Health and Human Services or give him an ambassadorship because of all of the negative publicity surrounding" him. This was part of a 2-hour conference call involving Blagojevich, his wife, John Harris, and bunches of other people, the transcript of which ought to be performed at the FBI Christmas party.
After batting around a fantasy where Obama would get Ms. Blagojevich some private sector job, "Rod Blagojevich said that the consultants are telling him that he has to 'suck it up' for two years and do nothing and give this 'motherfucker [the President-elect] his senator. Fuck him. For nothing? Fuck him.' Rod Blagojevich states that he will put '[Senate Candidate 4]' in the Senate 'before I just give fucking [Senate Candidate 1] a fucking Senate seat and I don’t get anything.'"
Man, that's the kind of deep power-madness and craven greed one could only call "sublime." He'll look so pretty crying in prison.
Just sayin': A man whose name rhymes with "blow me, bitch" probably oughta avoid activity that could lead him to be imprisoned. And if you've got hair like Rod Blagojevich, so ripe for jizzing onto, you should probably not be such a dick about your crimes. Seriously, Blagojevich is such a fuckin' embarrassment to corrupt politicians everywhere that he makes the Abscam dolts who crammed bribes into their pockets on camera back in the 1970s look like models of restraint and decorum.
Everyone's got their favorite parts of the complaint against Blagojevich and his chief of staff, John Harris. Here's one of the Rude Pundit's: Blagojevich was talking to "Deputy Governor A" about the Tribune company's desire to sell Wrigley Field as it related to the Chicago Tribune's publication of an editorial calling for the governor to be impeached. Says the complaint, "During the call, Rod Blagojevich’s wife can be heard in the background telling Rod Blagojevich to tell Deputy Governor A 'to hold up that fucking Cubs shit. . . fuck them.' Rod Blagojevich asked Deputy Governor A what he thinks of his wife’s idea. Deputy Governor A stated that there is a part of what Rod Blagojevich’s wife said that he 'agree[s] with.' Deputy Governor A told Rod Blagojevich that Tribune Owner will say that he does not have anything to do with the editorials, 'but I would tell him, look, if you want to get your Cubs thing done get rid of this Tribune.' Later, Rod Blagojevich’s wife got on the phone and, during the continuing discussion of the critical Tribune editorials, stated that Tribune Owner can 'just fire' the writers because Tribune Owner owns the Tribune."
Isn't that awesome? The Governor of Illinois is on the phone with a Deputy Governor while his wife is yelling, "Fuck them" in the background. What a bunch of boobs. All over Chicago, there's mobsters laughing their fat asses off because Blagojevich made mistakes that only amateurs make.
There is, perhaps, underneath all of the bribery and threats and "pay to play" bullshittery, a tender love story of a buffoonish man who just wanted to get his loving wife a good job. It's family values all the way, motherfuckers. Blagojevich "wanted to know whether SEIU could do something to get his wife a position at Change to Win," and "that he needs to find a way to take the 'financial stress' off of his family and that his wife is as qualified or more qualified than another specifically named individual to sit on corporate boards," which is not to mention "that if his wife could get on some corporate boards and 'picks up another 150 grand a year or whatever' it would help" from the horrible financial stress of being governor for another two years. See? The man wants his wife, a licensed realtor who was under investigation because she was funneled clients with state contracts, to be the best she can be.
Bonus points: Patti Blagojevich was the development director for the Chicago Christian Industrial League, raising money to help the homeless.
Bonuser points: The Chicago Tribune takes its revenge: "An unflattering portrait depicting Illinois First Lady Patricia Blagojevich as a modern-day Lady Macbeth who plotted against her husband's perceived enemies and backed his corrupt schemes emerged in court documents connected to the governor's arrest Tuesday."
When you get to the shit that involves Barack Obama's Senate seat, the level of delusional absurdity would make Samuel Beckett go, "Are you fucking nuts?" The under-investigation Blagojevich wanted to name himself to the Senate because "it was unlikely that the President-elect would name him Secretary of Health and Human Services or give him an ambassadorship because of all of the negative publicity surrounding" him. This was part of a 2-hour conference call involving Blagojevich, his wife, John Harris, and bunches of other people, the transcript of which ought to be performed at the FBI Christmas party.
After batting around a fantasy where Obama would get Ms. Blagojevich some private sector job, "Rod Blagojevich said that the consultants are telling him that he has to 'suck it up' for two years and do nothing and give this 'motherfucker [the President-elect] his senator. Fuck him. For nothing? Fuck him.' Rod Blagojevich states that he will put '[Senate Candidate 4]' in the Senate 'before I just give fucking [Senate Candidate 1] a fucking Senate seat and I don’t get anything.'"
Man, that's the kind of deep power-madness and craven greed one could only call "sublime." He'll look so pretty crying in prison.
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