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I saw that wingnuts were holding a “tea party” to protest Obama’s tax hikes on the people who fund wingnuttery, but didn’t bother to link to it, not understanding how truly moronic this protest would be.

Now that I’ve seen this (and do check out how old that kid holding the sign appears to be), for the life of me I don’t know how these people can possibly think they’re sufficiently of the real world to hold any serious opinions.

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If you don’t “get” the joke, ask any teenager.

Any teenager, right or left, straight or gay, male or female.

This isn’t an arcane concept known only to Plato’s Retreat alumni like John Bolton. In that entire crowd not one adult knew to take that sign away from that child?

TBogg calls it grassroots fail. (He also says the above picture will finally allow us to retire the well used “moran” picture.)

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Other things besides taxes that Republicans can’t stand:

Making student loans more affordable

Being investigated

Sharing TV time with Democrats

Joe Biden telling the truth about Republican policies

Other Republicans telling them what to do

Not all good things are opposed by Republicans only. Low power FM is in the news again so expect National Public Radio to start spewing lies about this attempt to revitalize community radio (something NPR rarely was and now never is).

Also in the news, a J student in Connecticut had the regular press corps groaning but as a result of this kid’s aggressive questioning of UC hoops coach Jim Calhoun, Connecticut is now having an open debate on whether or not to cut the pay of state employees who just happen to be coaches. (Like the race between states to give away perks to relocating businesses this can only be fixed by Congress. Imagine the volume of the screaming if Congress passed a law limiting compensation of state employees nationwide to $500,000 like they did with tin cup bank CEOs.)

Ron Paul, making sense again:

“This is literally what bankrupts the country,” Paul complained. “It costs us a trillion dollars a year to take care of our foreign policy, and that cannot last.”

“The person most pleased with our foreign policy is Osama bin Laden,” Paul went on. “He said, ‘I’m going to get you to come over here and we’ll fight you on our sand, and we will do what we did to the Soviets.’ … He said he will do the same thing, he will eventually bankrupt this country.”

“So yeah,” Paul acknowledged. “We want to get rid of a bad guy in Iraq — we did. But … another one million Iraqis got killed. Believe me, they weren’t all terrorists. … But nevertheless, it pleased Osama bin Laden.”

If only we could keep him stoned all the time….

Speaking of which:

On Friday, Democrat Terry Goddard, Arizona’s Attorney General, said that while he’s not in favor of legalizing marijuana, he thinks it should be debated as a way of curbing violence in the increasingly deadly clashes between Mexico’s gangs.

He emphasized that over 1,000 people have been killed in cartel-related violence “this year.”

I’d given up hope but increasingly it looks like the pragmatists will succeed where NORML has always failed.

Teh Wege’s Dictionary:

trav·el·ing sales·man n. An individual who solicits business orders or sells merchandise through personal dealings with potential customers within a given territory which, upon successful development, will be halved with the higher revenue generating half assigned to the sales representative’s District Manager’s nephew.

Today’s list:

another yoga mat (I don’t know, maybe she ate the last one)

$100 worth of flowers

“rainbow” carrots

red jalapenos

Tild be in da house….

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Unauthorized tweet replication:

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Bob Herbert:

[A] better picture of the economic distress related to employment emerges when the number of jobless Americans is combined with two other categories of workers: the underemployed (those who are working part time, for example, because they can’t find full-time work) and the so-called labor force reserve, workers who have abandoned their job searches but who would work if employment became available.

This total pool of underutilized labor has now risen above 24 million, according to researchers at the Center for Labor Market Studies at Northeastern University in Boston.

Still low. Way low. California just hit 10.1% unemployment the old-fashioned way (by not counting everyone they could get away with not counting).

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NYTimes also obsessed with the $300k crowd (or do they count as part of the Village?)

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The line stretched almost to the table but the bullshit went out the door and down the hall.

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An almost incomprehensibly bigoted screed from Jon Chait who, apparently, believes that realists are hopelessly anti-Israel.

No, reality is anti-Israel. The only thing hopeless about reality is getting neocons to accept it. Either you want war to end, or you’re a neocon. (Or a sociopath, but I’d argue that neocons are a subset of sociopathy.)

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Colby King on cold, and why Chandra is still hot.

Whiteness and the Washington Post.

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The hottest thing on YouTube right now? Great Depression Cooking with Clara.

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A prominent educator said that birth control was producing a nation of criminals

The same criminals who won WWII and presided over the greatest peacetime economic expansion in history.

Being wrong is no big deal. It’s the certainty with which these cretins are wrong that annoys me.

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What do wealthy 1st World nations have in common? 

High taxes.

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How do you piss off a conservative? 

Flush their savings down the Wall Street money hole.

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The new game plan? Call everyone who’s not them socialists.

That’ll show us. What I’m not exactly sure, but who am I to plumb the stygian depths of wingnut religious beliefs, especially as they pertain to life after crushing electoral defeat.

I just hope they remember to tell the kids what socialists are because a generation has now grown up in a world where the only socialists are prosperous white Europeans.

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Holder scores some points.

Only racists think this isn’t a racist country.

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Rick Pearlstein writes about a recent show in which Rush only took calls from women so he could learn why his listeners are disproportionately male.

Having the same problem (in the comments at least), I read the Pearlstein post but I’m not sure I learned anything from it. [Cue the hum of the comment engines firing up....]

pronI’m pretty sure that family on the right is supposed to be inside a giant teardrop, but I hope you’ll forgive me for seeing this sticker as Swiss Family Goatse. 

City Pages posts that a new study shows Utah leading the way in credit card transactions for porn per person. Minnesota is in near last place, but that’s nothing to brag about as I mentioned in a comment.

Anyone above the age of ten who can’t find free porn on the internet is more than a little clueless, and that’s what this study seems to be measuring: cluelessness.

And for any middle school boys reading this, just turn off “safe search” in Google, go to Google images, and type the word “porn.” (Actually “pron,” “ponr” and “prno” will also work.)

But your parents will figure out what you’ve done and they will paddle your ass.

Because their parents will figure it out. Young lads may be sharp enough to turn “safe search” off, but will they remember to turn it back on after seeing this? I don’t think so. [NOTE: If you have safe search turned on, that link probably wasn't too impressive, then again with safe search off there's something on that page to offend everyone. And for god's sake don't ever type "gay pron" into Google Images! I'm still trying to figure out what some of those images had to do with same sex anything.]

I just wish the prudes understood that the more they use children to browbeat men into not looking at porn, the more men will grow up associating children with porn. Think about it. No one has a nun fetish going because they saw nekkid nuns doing it as kids. Shoe fetishists were not sexually abused by shoes at a vulnerable age. Most latex fetishists don’t buy the whole body suit until after their second wife leaves them.

Porn is a manifestation of male horniness. If it weren’t for porn, every wife and girlfriend in this country would own a gun and know how to use it.

In all seriousness I’ve come to believe that anti-porn people are just über Catholics who believe that every sperm jacked off was a potential set of octuplets just waiting to be borned.

No, there’s no guarantee the models are “into” what they’re doing, or even being fairly compensated. That’s not the fault of the industry, that’s just what happens when you don’t regulate. 

Like drugs, sex is a vehicle for ruinous life changes and bad shit all around because rather than regulate, government chooses to victimize the victims.

End of lecture but, for those who are curious as to what I’d being doing right now if Obama had lost, well, my thinking was that I’d organize some friends and we’d go to work setting up rich high school kids for pot busts.

When everyone is doing something but only certain types of people ever get punished, then it’s in everyone’s interest to expose ALL the sinners and then give society the choice of repealing stupid laws or paying to lock up a third of the nation. Want gay marriage legalized? Stick cable access TV cameras in every gay bar in town. Not a good strategy for hetero prostitution. For that you’d need a Craig’s List sting, but by now I’m sure you get my point.

People are not inherently evil. but some people are, and they’re the ones who run around passing laws making other people’s good times illegal.

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Now even Norm is pushing the do-over crap. When, that is, his lawyers aren’t trying to game everyone.

Worst. Loser. Ever.

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Antioch University in Yellow Springs is still dead, but concerned citizens are petitioning the state for an inquest.

A lot of folks, myself included, think the university was murdered by fiends, but that’s just our opinion. An investigation might turn up some actual smoking guns but, as with the national government, Ohio’s not that interested in uncovering old crimes.

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They get you coming and going. Every aspect of your life is subject to some asshole trying to pay for his daughter’s braces by putting yet another charge between you and whatever it was you were thinking about buying.

Customer service isn’t about service, it’s part of the master psychological plan to make you divest yourself of money, whether you needed something or not.

If capitalism isn’t broken, god help us if it ever starts running on all cylinders again.

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Barely two months into O’s administration and already records are being broken.

But I think we have to give W an assist on that one.

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What is the sound of one hand whining?

(Not to be confused with one-handed whining….)

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Israel keeps lying about what they’re doing, and experts keep filling in the blanks. Maybe it’s just me, but when I give someone billions of dollars a year, I expect them to be honest about what they’re doing with it.

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Still more here.

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Bobby the Liar now admits he made up his Katrina story.

The important thing to remember is that he didn’t lie because he’s brown, he lied because he’s a Republican, and that’s what Republicans do.

And there are still more responses to G Will’s pathetic excuse making from this morning.

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A free cup of fresh Minnesota snow to whoever is first to guess who just called Nancy Pelosi “mentally retarded.”

The answer won’t amaze you, but given how many suspects spring to mind, this should make for a good contest. 

No Googling!

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Another headline that in no way represents the content of the article beneath it.

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More drivel from O’Reilly about Senator-elect Al Franken. 

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“DEMOCRAT” party.

Our liberal media elite in action.

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Making shit up because everything you know is bullshit.

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But I thought “butt boy” was a rude thing to call someone?

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You know, doing Daddy Daycare doesn’t make things right, it just reminds people how fucking stupidly sexist you were the first time out of the gate.

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Enough. If I read another story like these I’ll have to start drinki— hey! It’s after 5 o’clock!

Later.

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More of these, please. And kudos to John Cole for the quote of the century:

The irony of all of this is what we are actually seeing is not the meltdown of the Republican party, but something bigger than that. The Grover Norquist troglodyte right is drowning themselves in the bathtub before our very eyes.

Pro-pollution, pro-global warming, pro-FAIL. That’s some dirty bathwater they’re immersed in. I’d rather drown in a toilet, given the choice.

Some tips:

[C]ases are not unknown when expert swimmers tied their own legs, before committing suicide by drowning to avoid instinctive self preservation by trying to swim out.

And yes, having your shoelaces tied together works just fine.

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I think the hed suffices: “Fannie Mae loses $25.2 billion — in one quarter!

More links that decency prohibits me from commenting on at length, each of these warraning a full-blown rant:

The REAL Bobby Jindal story (Seriously, the Sheriff is dead? Cool, we can make up anything we like!)

Liz Smith has her revenge on the Post (undoubtedly part of an ongoing series)

Tristero on the truly despicable Perle and smarmily entertained Milbank

UK admits to enabling Bush’s torture regime

Dogbert on CEO bonuses

Shilling for counter-revolution (enin rebmun, enin rebmun, enin rebmun….)

Trash talking Ty’Sheoma Bethea (because drinking dirty bathwater is a hella hallucinogen)

I have a jar of something I’d like to give to anyone who thinks manure odor abatement is funny

Bill Kristol (should be cut into bite-sized pieces and fed to hogs)

CIA insider translates Dusty Foggo’s sins into English

I may be eating some crow regarding Bruce Ivins and anthrax (we’ll see)

A.G. Holder says medical marijuana raids will cease (all just one big FUCKYOU flurry of lawless eraser throwing before the new teacher takes charge)

Maha on the conservatives’ mythologized past that never was (it’s like TV was invented and they all immediately assumed that life was really like the shows they were watching)

Joe the Plumber update from TBogg

Jesus’ General on MN anti-gay marriage ‘pug gay guy Paul Koering

Return to Bachmann Mountain

April 1, no joke

Supreme Court? also no joke (well, they are, but not in a good way)

Cheating all the way (bells on bob tails ring, making spirits right)

Demko on Klobuchar making her mark

Righteous shit you NEVER heard anyone say until Congress diversified itself

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Good post from Al Giordano that sums up why I’m confident that Obama will see us through this mess. Giordano writes at length about how the establishment all but fainted when O first brought up the c-word: capitalism.

Our economic way of life is on trial for its life, but if the discussion is about capitalism rather than the economy, all life as we know it is doomed to FAIL.

Just because the early rounds closely resembles two knife-wielding combatants wearing inflatable fats suits doesn’t mean this isn’t deadly serious. All our FAIL is wrapped up in the conceit that a relative handful of men with testosterone disorders deserve Pharaoh-level wealth while the rest of us aren’t even worth $7 an hour.

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Putting it off, putting it off, but I can’t keep putting it off so I’m out to shovel out my car which hasn’t moved since yesterday a.m.

I’m thinking it might be wise to take half an aspirin first.

Can we all just agree that this is very embarrassing, and then move on?

After a long day at the Conservative Political Action Conference in Washington, Republican National Committee chairman Michael Steele gave a speech asserting that the party is “alive and well.”

Although he emphasized that the conservative movement must become a revolution and transform America, he conceded that the party had made mistakes: “We know the past, we know we did wrong. My bad. But we go forward in appreciation of the values that brought us to this point.”

According to CNN, Steele was then praised by Minnesota Congresswoman Michele Bachmann.

As Steele concluded his remarks, Minnesota Rep. Michelle Bachmann — the event’s moderator — told Steele he was “da man.” “Michael Steele! You be da man! You be da man,” she said.

Huffington Post

Utterly, completely, irredemptionally clueless.

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I was a bit surprised to see Philip Jose Farmer’s obit in the NYTimes, but I love some of the stories they’re telling.

His first success came in 1952 with a story called “The Lovers,” about a man seduced by an alien with an unusual reproductive system. The story was rejected by the two leading science fiction editors; both said that its graphic description of interspecies sex made them physically ill. Published in a pulp magazine called Startling Stories, the story won Mr. Farmer his first Hugo as “most promising new writer.”

After moving back to Peoria in 1970, Mr. Farmer published 25 new works over the next decade. A 1975 novel, “Venus on the Half-Shell,” created a stir beyond the genre. The jacket and title page identified the author only as Kilgore Trout, a fictional character who appears as an unappreciated science fiction writer in several of Kurt Vonnegut’s novels. Although Mr. Farmer claimed he had permission for this playful hoax, Vonnegut was not amused to learn that some reviewers not only concluded that he had written “Venus on the Half-Shell” but that it was a worthy addition to the Vonnegut canon.

An agnostic from the age of 14, Mr. Farmer was ambivalent about humanity’s hunger for life after death. “I can’t see any reason why such miserable, unhappy, vicious, stupid, conniving, greedy, narrow-minded, self-absorbed beings should have immortality,” he said in Science Fiction Review in 1975.

But he added, “When considering individuals, then I feel, yes, this person, that person, certainly deserves another chance.” Life on this planet, he said “is too short, too crowded, too hurried, too beset.”

Don’t worry, I won’t be doing much of this. My favorite science fiction authors are mostly all dead already: Roger Zelazny, Robert Heinlein, Gordon Dickson, Isaac Asimov . . . they were giants. In my twenties I read up to 300 novels a year and had the paperback library to prove it. Now, just pixels and a monitor I love, but which works poorly without electricity as I found out from 4 to 5 pm yesterday when the industrial grid I live in lost its power. 

I was at a loss as to what to do with myself then realized I had a battery-powered mp3 CD player and so spent the time listening to jazz and watching traffic inch by in the by then not so snowy weather. (No, we didn’t get eight inches here in the Cities, but I’m sure someone did.)

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David Brooks admits “Obama’s budget is far more honest than the ones that preceded it. It imposes real pay-as-you-go rules on future outlays. Intellectually serious efforts are made to pay for at least half of the cost of health care reform.”

Brooks then takes away with his right hand what his center hand has served but he does get around to saying some things I think bear repeating.

The greatest shortcomings are sins of omission, not commission. If you watched Obama’s magnificent speech Tuesday night, you got the impression that he bestrides Washington like a colossus. He imposes his authority in ways large and small, purging old habits. In reality, the situation is messier. At times, there is a weird passivity emanating from the White House, a deference to the Washington establishment. Almost no sacred cows are cut from this budget.

Smart, smart, smart politics. O needs everyone on board for the first one. (Everyone not doing shout outs to Michael Steele, “da man,” that is.) This isn’t Mr. Smith goes to Washington, this is Brubaker, and Obama is reforming a corrupt prison from within. 

The next few years should be damned entertaining even if Paul Krugman never lightens up and acknowledges the impact of politics on his economic fixes.

[THE] new priorities are laid out in a document whose clarity and plausibility seem almost incredible to those of us who grew accustomed to reading Bush-era budgets, which insulted our intelligence on every page. This is budgeting we can believe in….

I don’t blame Mr. Obama for leaving some big questions unanswered in this budget. There’s only so much long-run thinking the political system can handle in the midst of a severe crisis; he has probably taken on all he can, for now. And this budget looks very, very good.

At least he’s picking up on the limits of what is possible.

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From The Wege’s Dictionary:

pol·i·tics n. 1. The dark art of abusing the science of government: POLITICAL SCIENCE. 2. The activities and affairs of a politician or political party, primarily sexual in nature: BIGGUS DICKUS. 3. a. Conduct of or participation in political affairs, often professionally: HOURLY RATES. b. The business, activities or profession of one involved, usually in preparation for a career in lobbying. 4. The methods, tactics or television network involved in managing the public perception of the efficacy of a government or state: MEDIA RELATIONS. 5. Intrigue or maneuvering within a group: BROWN NOSING; BACKSTABBING; DICK YANKING; TIT TWISTING; ASS GRABBING. 6. One’s general position or attitude on political subjects: SEXUAL PREFERENCES.

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No. He. Didn’t.

G Will responds to his critics and gives us a heaping helping of scientifically illiterate bullshit today.

Tendentious, arrogant, but mostly so fucking goddamned deep in the bag for global pollution the man cannot for the life of himself see what a fool he’s being. He hangs almost his entire column on some very strange reporting from Daily Tech, an eleven-year-old business technology news site I’d never heard of before. Then again I don’t track a lot of biz tech sites. But I do google and the article Will cited was roundly criticized by experts for confusing the issue in nonhelpful ways. 

Whatever. One specious article doesn’t change the fact that the scientists whose work Will cited called his interpretation bogus. His response is bogus and in a public debate he’d be knocked out in the opening round.

A bullying coward’s response to valid criticism. George Will is a weenie of the lowest order but worse, he’s a journalist who routinely bends facts and twists truths to make political points not well founded in fact.

He’s a bullshitter, just like his fans. Here’s a comment from a global warming denier at Dvorak.org in response to some of the more scientific critics of Will’s “exculpatory” article:

 # 11 Colorado said, on January 5th, 2009 at 11:24 pm   

Global warming = Tired
Yellowstone calderas = Wired

The Yellowstone volcano will blow in 2012 covering the western US in 10 feet of lava; leaving only the 13 original colonies. Canada will ice over. New radiation-free nukes will clear Mexico for immigration by Minnesotans led by President Al Franken. Their electric car convoy will run out of power 40 miles outside Duluth. The economy will hit new post depression low due to the new ice age. Bill Gates, having bought every company in the US for a buck-ninety-five plus two gum wrappers, will attempt to restart world trade by mandating everyone revert to Windows 95, so things finally work again. The depression has reduced prices on everything by 95%, except Apple laptops. Dvorak takes all but one of the Nobel Prizes when one of his apocalyptic theories finally proves true. The prize not won was for economics when it was discovered he had made trillions by shorting everything but then reinvested it in solar panels, which were last seen sinking in the ash.

99% pseudo-humorous gibberish meant to delight the mouth-breathers who are personally invested in denying global warming as Al Gore-ism, and pretty typical of the pro-anti-global warming comments I found while googling that Daily Tech article.

Will is a cherrypicking bloviator, legitimizing lies and bogus science in calculated support of polluting corporations who cheerfully pay his outrageous speaking fees as journalistically acceptable payment for selling our future by the column.

I’ll link to the more erudite responses to Will’s bullshit over the weekend as I’m sure there will be many coming. Can’t wait? Well, just read the comments on that Daily Tech article Will hung his entire argument on. Wade past the politicized idiotry (of which Daily Tech seems to have no shortage and who are emminently capable of exchanging dozens of comments about school closings and how that proves/disproves global warming) and you’ll find that, sadly, Daily Tech’s comments are almost entirely about politicized idiotry with few rational commenters willing to brave the accumulated wisdom of the graduates of the Institute of Applied Ditto Headistry.

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Jeez what a time waster. If you don’t read those Daily Tech comments your life will be richer for it. I’ve never seen so many people offering stovetop science examples of how our planet functions.

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As Boomers get older, expect your kids to snigger more loudly as obit pix like these surface:

lifeonmars

Life on Mars indeed.

I’ve been putting this off and putting it off but a friend tagged me on 15 Most Influential Recordings [Facebook link]. I’ve been shirking because this will be hard work. Buddy Mike may have had some fairly sophisticated taste in his youth but I was stuck with pop radio and there’s no way I can not list 15 songs that blew my mind and rocked my world before I got out of high school in ’71.

Billboard has their old charts online but their site was so obnoxiously quirky that I decided to endure Pop Culture Madness’s ad overload instead. [No link as it was also really noxious.] I started with ’59 and the #38 album for that year had an enormous impact on me: Johnny Horton’s The Battle Of New Orleans.

I listened to the title track on the radio and always sang along. If you don’t know it, it’s an absolutely dreadful song but I thought it was pretty cool.

1959 was also the year for Bobby Darin’s Mack The Knife, Frankie Avalon’s Venus, Chuck Berry’s Back In The U.S.A., Paul Anka’s Lonely Boy, etc., but none of those lamers won over my six-year-old heart like Johnny Horton. 

Next up for me would was Chubby Checker’s The Twist. My buddy Kent had a copy and we would twist away the afternoons after school playing that record over and over and over again as only 7-year-olds can. Most likely my memory of that song is really a mashup of at least half a dozen twist songs, or a tiny portion of Checker’s prodigious dance output.

Patsy Cline’s Crazy. I didn’t have the 45 (I didn’t have many records as a kid), but you heard the songs on the radio and I always had the radio on. And yes, I sang along with that one as well, but don’t ask me how because those notes were all lost to me when I hit puberty. But this Willie Nelson song has never lost its power over me, and I still get chills when I hear Patsy’s version.

Dick Dale’s Miserlou came out in ’62, but I wouldn’t catch up to that one until I punked out in the early ’80s. Lots of songs I remember from ’62 but nothing from that year ever pleased me as many times as Green Onions has as performed by Booker T. and the MG’s — accept no substitutes. (And yes, I sang along. Sort of a “bum bumba bum bum” thing as I recall.)

Can any adult American honestly say they’ve never been shitfaced to Louie Louie? If  The Kingsmen haven’t already been inducted into every altDrunkenBastards Hall of Fame out there, well, someone’s falling down on the job. Keep your Beach Boys and Jan and Dean’s — even at age 10 I appreciated good drinking songs.

’63 was also the year Johnny Cash’s Ring of Fire was released. This song is why I was a freak and not a hippy, a slam dancer/mosh pit retaining wall but never a disco dancer. My awareness of the critical importance of music to my young life didn’t come from The Beatles, it came from this one lone Johnny Cash song. I doubt I knew any others by him back then and I’m almost positive I never owned a copy of until I started my life of piracy, but there is no doubt in my mind but that this will always be “the“song for me — but make a mental note right now not to be an asshole and demand that they play it at my funeral because (I am certain) my mother will still be living and would stroke out on the spot. If I’m wrong and she’s not there, party hearty and definitely play this song while speculating about my final destination.

More than The Beatles, the British invaders that most influenced me were Herman’s Hermits (I’m Into Something Good, Kind of a Hush, No Milk Today) and The Kinks (You Really Got Me, All Day and All of the Night). For the purpose of this list I’ll just count each band once.

“The” British Superstar for the 12-year-old me was Petula Clark and I can — stop me if you’ve half a brain — sing Downtown And Don’t Sleep In The Subway by heart. Just to give me an outside chance at a gender neutral list we’ll count each of Pet’s truly greatest hits.

That gets us to #11 and we’re still stuck in ’65 because I gotta (would rather not but honestly compels me to) admit I was totally into Sonny and Cher. I Got You Babe could irritate my parents like nothing else this side of The Beatles. The fact that momma sang bass and daddy sang tenor never really bothered me. Sonny and Cher were TV stars and that was an easy way to get my attention.

Still in ’65 I have to own up to having been totally gay for The Supremes (Stop! In The Name of Love and too many to mention in later years). I resented Diana Ross for breaking up the group, and that’s a fact. Like it’s a fact that I’ve already burned through 12 slots and haven’t even listed one single Beatles tune. And I’m not going to.

This “15″ thing is bogus. Before I can even look at 1966 I have to mention Freddie and the Dreamers and their smash hit I’m Telling You Now which I would sing while walking across the farmyard doing my best impression of The Freddy. Up in Canada the Guess Who had just put out Shakin’ All Over, and here in the States Sam the Sham and the Pharoes were doing the Woolly Bully

That’s fifteen songs that influenced my life and I’m not giving up any of them just so I can get to 1966 or speak about a token song from each of the other entire formats of music I’ve grown to love. The Beatles? The Beatles weren’t important to me until The Magical Mystery Tour album when I got sucked into thinking they were deep. The Rolling Stones were a bit rude for my taste but if I were to hazard a guess I’d say I was pubing out pretty hard the year they released Paint It Black and I suddenly found them to be indispensable. 

Thanks to Clyde Clifford and Beaker Street (all spellings suspect) out of Little Rock, I started getting into album-oriented bands about the time Jimi Hendrix redefined music for me. The Doors, Jefferson Airplane, The Who — I’m 56 years old and it would have been impossible not to have been influenced by those bands. Or Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young who reawakened my love of country music (that’s not on the country charts and I’m talking to you Willie). 

I hate to admit it, but my first “I discovered them — no one else ever heard of them before me” band was Uriah Heep. Significant? At a time when I only owned one Beatles album I had Uriah Heep’s discography. Don’t think that didn’t leave a bad taste in my ears. When I went to college the upper classmen were totally right to have mocked my taste and breeding, having had neither.

To my credit and thanks to my fascination with curse words, I may be one of the very few Miles Davis fans who came to him by way of Bitches Brew. On 8-track. Which is why my half-loaded iTunes has 1700 songs in the JAZZ-fusion folder. I see your outside jazz and turn up the volume.

Reggae saved me from dying as a rock fan, but despite my religious intensity for that sinsemillan format I punked out pretty hard in ’82. I’d listened to punk before that, but unless you were young the only intro into punk was to rock bottom out and by the end of ’82 I only owned a car because of a loan from my parents. I was out of work, there were no jobs and all I had was unemployment until that ran out. I punked way harder than I ever freaked. [shaking head] But I can’t do it. I can’t name one single punk song that changed my life. Mostly because that part of my life is fused into one rock solid memory of LOUD music and d i l a t e d pupils. In Des Moines at any rate, in every sense except niceness, live punk, acid and dance parties were an early ’80s angry anticipation of the rave scene.

By that point in time singles just weren’t changing my world like they used to, other than to signal hey, interesting new musical thing going on here. I’d check out the scene as much as the song or band. Your first hit of crack isn’t about the first hit, it’s about your next hit and that’s how I am with music. While I punked out I heard some King Sunny Adé and the next thing I knew I was hopelessly addicted to buying Fela Kuti vinyl. Who’s more significant there? My first African artist or the one whose discography I’ve got sorted three ways? Smells Like Teen Spirit? didn’t drive me to Nirvana, it pushed me to check out grunge. Four Tet’s Iron Man turned me on to broken beats. Is Bad Plus punk or jazz? — or do I have to start a new folder in iTunes?

Music doesn’t take me to new places anymore. It just provides the soundtrack for whatever new place I’m in. You do not want to know what it takes to influence me now, but it’s only about five minutes removed from mandatory unconsciousness, my having long ago lost my tolerance for massive anything.

And just to show you how mellow I’ve gotten, here’s a random ten culled from my entire iTunes collection:

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Just the other day I heard Os Bongos on an elevator, and they play Lego Natty Cale at Cub Foods every friggin’ time I go there. And if I hear one more P. Ramlee song on the local radio I will scream!

I’m old and boring now. Not like my youth when I was cutting edge Top 40 and singing along. I’m not sure but I think you can get all the songs I mentioned in one collection. I forget the name but it’s sold in truck stops everywhere.

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They’re saying eight inches, but we all know how much weather people lie. Still, it’s pretty white out there and no, people usually don’t say that about my neighborhood.

UPDATE: Three screens into catching up on my Tweets I’ve already seen five references to this storm as Snowmageddon. Jason from The UpTake says he’s stuck on I-35 40 miles south of the Cities and traffic is NOT moving.

And appropos of nothing other than titillation….

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Good to know.

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Other people liked these links:

The Terrorists-Are-Dumb Theory

Northern Trust told to Repay Taxpayers for Spending Spree

Glenn Greenwald on Karl Rove

Glenn Greenwald on Truth & Reconciliation

Kudos to Crooks and Liars (like The UpTake, I don’t link to Amato often enough because I’m just not into video unless there’s a basketball involved)

Seriously, apparently Drudge IS still publishing 

 

Best quotes:

TBogg: Bobby Jindal’s presidential aspirations blew up tonight like a cheap condom on the end of a fire hose.

John Scalzi: Not every conservative is an old wealthy white man on his third wife, but nearly every conservative aspires to be so, which is a real waste of money, youth, race and women.

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TBogg: Libertarians, on the other hand, are just assholes.

 

Best follow ups on shit I’ve been linking to:

Challenging G Will’s Reign of Climate Error

Not Nazis! Bush CIA more closely resembled Kaiser Wilhelm’s spooks

Impressing Your Mistress 101

Jeff Cohen on how our titilation-driven mainstream media totally went over the top on Chandra Levy coverage

Punching Out Cyclists for Impeding Our Freedoms

3 previous items all about Dusty Foggo but not part of actual case against him!

Also, report says Goss knew about Foggo before picking him (perjury anyone?)

UPDATE: Foggo just got sentenced to 3 years in prison

Mick on the Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy (good history of social conservatism)

Ann Althouse thinks (!!!) liberal bloggers are racists because out of 5 kabillion blogs, 23,435 of us riffed on the very obvious “Jindal” and “Slumdog” in the same post (or about .000004687% of us)

Pelosi (who never moved the ball so much as an inch forward on prosecutions) criticizes Truth & Reconciliation as going too easy on the bastards (& being too likely to illuminate her role in enabling torture)

Post-Ponzi nation (at least they’re listening)

Biden burned by Stanford connection

Was Scalia’s rip on “honest services fraud” really about Sue Schmidt?

In 1991 $1.5 million worth of volcano monitoring saved the Navy at least $250 million

New CBS veep tied to Abramoff

Torture

Coleman humiliates himself (again)

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Amazing shit:

Gold from Sewage (way more yield than from actual gold mines, but as with mines it’s location, location, location!)

Local TV news programs now available online (it’s the station owned by a conservative billionaire so three guesses what the politial slant of future “free” online news video archives is going to be like)

Zero is a number and it is not the equivalent of “many”

Suing to get the skull back 

Tild has a NEW POST up!!!

Al Franken finally proves he’s a Minnesotan by expounding on his love of bland, uninteresting foods

 

Looks less snowy out there now than when I started cobbling this post together. I think the foodstores in the fallout shelter in the basement (a.k.a. the boiler room) are safe for the time being, but just to be super safe I may run out to buy more fruit juice (still need mix for the vodka, having grown old and wussy-like in my declining years).

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Links to pick and choose from:

1.75 trillion deficit? Nice to finally get a handle on the real tab for W’ism 

How bad was Bobby Jindal’s response? Even Gail Collins is making fun of him.

Former Qwest CEO Joe Nacchio’s insider trading conviction has been reinstated

George Will says chizburger, then blames us for being fat (seriously dude — stick your fucking finger in my face again and I’ll break it off)

Howie the Whore slags Bobby Jindal for being the ugliest prostie working the ‘pug side of the street

Joblessness

Does the WaPost photoshop Boehner to make him look less tan?

Rubashkinism: the state agency version

If you’re a woman and you drink you’re at risk of cancer [remind me again which parts of being a woman in this world don't suck]

Like soft toilet paper? Stop killing our old growth forests you shitty-assed bastard!

Kelly Groucutt, R.I.P. (iTunes seguéd into Johnny Cash’s In The Garden as I typed this R.I.P., and that’s kinda cool/spooky)

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A new feature I may stick with, The Wege’s Dictionary:

lit·er·al·ism n. 1. Adherence to the explicit sense of what can be pried from a text or beaten out of its author. 2. That which conservatives wish the text had said: ORIGINALISM — lit´er·al·ist n. — lit´er·al·is´tic adj.

More to come if I’m so moved.

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I’ve never had any reason to suspect there were any Mac gurus reading me, but if you’re Mac-based and still running 10.4.x, email me if you know why I’m having nightmarish beachball problems that are most likely associated with Java scripts. Washington Post scripts are especially noxious (based on my experience they’re now loading ads first and if you try to stop a page load before its done the whole page wipes but if you don’t — it never fully loads).

Fuck the micropayments: I’m beginning to think these bastards are back in YOUMUSTBEONVISTATOREADTHISPAGE mode (thanks no doubt to some Microsoftian “solution”).

And seriously, I’ve been waiting for their fricking front page to fully load for about ten minutes now. [force quits Firefox, reloads and pages are fine]

More signs of the GOPocalypse: another free Strib op-ed to local hard right maven Annette “she should run for Congress!” Meeks. This one tells us that while we may think the Republicans are down and out they’re really just resting and will momentarily get up out of their barcaloungers to kick the left’s tanned and athletic buttocks. Seriously. Any moment now. Total ass whupping. Kick our asses…from here to Timbuktu…dirty rotten liberal cheaters…yeah, they know who they are…uh, huh.

Katherine Kersten with a Loft workshop or two under her belt, and yes — that calls for a Wordle.

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I call this one, “Dispirited Brown Women Drowning in a Sea of Suburban Angst.” [Mixed waste products on canvas, 408 x 810 pixels]

They are sooo going to kick our ass. Soon. Sooner than you think — and don’t you laugh. They’re serious. Serious as lumps in gravy. More focused than a crack-wielding North Minneapolitan high on guns. Wooden nickel serious. 

Uh huh.

See also the PiPress for Crusty Negro Embraces Sarah Palin, likens her and O to Hitler and Stalin. A free subscription to Ann Coulter Crosses Her Legs Illustrated to the first reader who can explain Sowell’s last graf to me:

Whether Gov. Palin runs for national office again is something that only time will tell. But the Republicans need some candidate who is neither one of the country club Republicans nor — worse yet — the sort of person who appeals to the intelligentsia. 

It’s that intelligentsia usage of “But…neither…nor” that’s got my head spinning. That or the revelation that Bard College [?] has an Alger Hiss chair.

UDPATE: Being a liberal I felt bad about these digs so I wordled myself and got a shit brown Xmas tree complete with a calfshit-colored humongous JUST (just to remind me of my many writerly sins).

Signs you’re getting old, #473 in a (hopefully) long series: The DEA busts a huge coke and meth drug cartel right in your backyard and no one you know gets busted.

Not even anyone you know’s kids.

I am soooo out of it. I can’t even remember the last time I helped rush someone to the hospital.

Old here now.

In more news for the stool softener target market set, pulling a “I’m a comin’ Elizabeth” Fred Sanford style fake heart attack may buy you some time, but it won’t get you out of the bust.

Interestingly, however, while researching that bit to make sure it was “Elizabeth” that Fred was coming home to, I found this Wikipedia story about Red Foxx’s death:

Foxx appeared to be making a comeback with the 1991 series The Royal Family, in which he co-starred with his long-time friend Della Reese. During a break from rehearsals on October 11, 1991, a fatal heart attack killed him on the set. Reportedly, Reese and the rest of the cast and crew thought he was doing his classic “I’m coming, Elizabeth” fake heart attack routine he made famous on Sanford and Son, even going as far as collapsing to the floor, although that was not part of the usual schtick.[3] However, this heart attack was real, and Foxx never regained consciousness. He was 68 years old.

I’m really amazed that I didn’t know that, but otoh Foxx died two years before I got on the Internet and a full ten years before Wikipedia started up. [That was fun — I never Wikipediaed Wikipedia before!]

Thinking back on those pre-net days I’m pretty sure I knew a lot of stuff, it’s just that it was hard to double-check anything. [motions to children to move up closer to hear his hoary tale of life before the Internet] The truth is, before the Internet, we all blew it out our asses all the time. Then the Internet emerged from Al Gore’s forehead, and Democrats learned how to do research.

We’re still waiting on the Republicans to get past the “ooh! he twittered/tweeted? me — now what?” stage of intertubular development. 

All I know is what iTunes tells me:

10 Checkpoint Charlie – Feeling S

It’s from Kraut! Demons! Kraut!, a collection of German rock. That and iTunes thought the Flying Burrito Bros.’ Do Right Woman would be an ideal segué.

Because I’m not sure MPR is finished fundraising yet and I’m scared to turn on the radio to find out as we’ve entered into the final Moos stage days of the drive.

Not exactly sure how I got it into my head that that was the State of the Union speech last night, other than it’s been so damned long since a President spoke to Congress in any other context that I forgot they could do that.

Al Giordano loved the speech, the media coverage not so much. I did a little channel flipping and rarely have so many said so much about so little despite being placed in the context of a major policy speech that said a lot about a lot of things. G Will was absolutely truculent, and behaved like a man under siege by forces he truly doesn’t understand. All Will seems to get is that critics are on his lawn, and he wants them off. The Times analyzes Will and finds him factually wanting, so they spend most of the rest of their analysis beating up Al Gore to prove how even-handed they are.

Oh, and AP factchecked the speech. As usual, AP worked very, very hard to come up with the usual trivial horseshit.

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If you’re not from Minnesota, you need to know a couple of things before clicking this link.

1) Minnesota Republicans are every bit as fucking weird and disturbed as the Republicans plaguing your neck of the woods.

2) Anoka is probably the most nastily racist corner of our metro area.

3) MN Republican legislators are all blue babies who can only live in a nurturing environment of talk radio lies and more talk radio lies.

4) Like their national brethren, MN Republicans would rather see this country destroyed than successfully led by Democrats.

Now you’re ready to read Rep. Jim Abler’s bizarre advice to inner city youth on how to repair bullet hole damage.

I’m sure he thought he was being quite clever, and not necessarily in a jokey/jerky way, even if he’s trying now to dismiss the seriousness of his remarks.

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DougJ on Atrios’s brilliant assessment of the corner Republicans have painted themselves into.

They really are boned, and in an eight inches uncut fully sheathed way. John Cole thinks they’re just not very bright.

From an earlier post:

I just got off a conference call with the Greenberg-Quinlan-Rosner polling outfit and the big take away here is that the response to Obama’s speech was almost the same among Republicans as among Democrats. The phrase I heard was “I have never seen anything like this before.”

Another point is that the talk about the bank and mortgage plans went over extremely well (contra Santelli).

But mainly there an amazing uniformity between Republican and Democratic response to the speech.

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Five jesuses a year. That’s a lot of money — unless you’re a mathematical illiterate analyzing the economic power of  the U.S.A.

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Now that the lying liars are backpedaling a bit, labor is doing some ad buys. You can never read enough truth, and in my lifetime I can’t recall labor ever pushing any big lies. Not like big business’s PR flacks do.

When working people have money, the economy thrives. When the greedy fucks at the top take the butter, cream and leave only skim milk, only the insufferable parasites (jewelers, yacht builders, high fashion, etc.) who get rich by catering to the ultra-rich do well.

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All you ever need to know about volcano monitoring, or why Republicans can no longer be trusted to understand anything more complicated than being sure to only take cash and not checks when being bribed.

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As the budget debate begins in earnest, try to remember that earmarks make up less than 1% of this budget. By DougJ’s reckoning earmarks are only about 1/3 of one jesus’s worth of spending.

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Gmail has problems with a phishing scam. I think geeks who find it clever to annoy millions of people simultaneously should be summarily put to death. 

This isn’t about expanding talents and skills, this is about sociopathic freaks hijacking your computer because they desperately want someone to put a cap in their flabby ass.

I say give them what they want: a brief moment of glory followed by an eternity of decomposition.

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Philip Jose Farmer has died, and for me that warrants morepjf9 than just an R.I.P. Not a better or more influential science fiction writer than Heinlein, Dick or Tolkien, but for me personally, very influential.

He was quite the dirty old man and his graphic novels about Tarzan, Doc Savage and Mark Twain were fantabulized eye-openers. In Phil Farmer’s universe super powers meant super appetites and no, I’m not talking chizburgers.

Or maybe I am, not being entirely sure what “chizburger” means to young people nowadays. An interview David Truesdale did with Farmer at the 1975 Minicon here. I was there and partied with Truesdale a bit, but alas not Farmer. And, unfortunately, that link’s only to the cover of the zine the interview appeared in. (Find your own interview here if you’re so motivated.)

Rest in peace dirty old man . . . you filled my young head with countless inappropriate thoughts, and for that I thank you.

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Ahhhchoo!

Wasabi sneeze. My heart’s back in rhythm now.


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