Too much posting for a Saturday, I know, but otherwise the links pile up.

Emptywheel has more on the war crimes of 2001, and Juan Cole has more on Gen. Dostam. Bush’s personal fingerprints on aren’t on this crime (yet), but he’s been more strongly linked to the attempted intimidation of John Ashcroft.

I won’t resort to the crickets chirping joke, but the silence from the major media on Bush-Cheney’s sins is almost that deafening. Not so Obama Derangement Syndrome which is in full bloom even as we begin to explore the ongoing lunacy of The Family.

We live in a country where a man was just released from jail after serving 14 years for contempt, while liberals are reduced to graphing stupidity vs. dishonesty to explain the wingnut Wurlitzer (a little bit nutty and a whole lot of slutty).

Nanny state social conservatives have given us DUI checkpoints that arrest people for everything but DUI, Congresswomyn who trash talk Constitutionally mandated government services, and then fixate on an anonymous hand on the inner thigh. [more on checkpoints]

Still, it’s worse in the U.K.

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In light of California paying people with scrip, Grace Kelly takes a look at owing your soul to the company store, even as union-busting outfits continue to Soprano-tize labor.

Meanwhile, reporting on giveaways to big business has been all but criminalized.

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Phoenix Woman did the math I was too lazy to do, and figures out that Collin Peterson wasn’t the only Blue Dog not to sign the healthcare reform letter. (I looked at the actual pdf-ified letter and there are only signatures with no typed names so good luck deciphering the full list!)

Peterson gets a bum rap at times. It’s not every member of Congress who’d put their name on a freedom to manure bill.

I know, I know. That shit’s not funny.

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Arts and Bits:

Bits

Arts

The art of the bit (aka a schtick)

Politi-bit

Land of 10,000 Loch Nesses

Paying to listen to music at work

& 2 music videos that are fannishly exclusive of one another: Kraftwerk*, Levon Helm

*The lead in video brought to mind this vintage Kraftwerk story about how during their ‘91 tour the band replaced themselves with robots midshow, leaving the state and letting remote-controlled robots perform in their stead. I can’t find a link, but even before then Kraftwerk had outraged audiences by walking on stage, turning on their equipment and then leaving the stage as the computers and equipment “performed” without human assistance.

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Community-based strange.

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The rest of the links:

Turning the Sotomayor hearings into a referendum on affirmative action

Human-animal hybrids resurface

This week in science

This week in god

Fox finally starts Catholic bashing (now that’s the kind of conservatism I grew up with!)

More anti-abortion eliminationist cant/rant on Fox

Kilmeade on making Jews kiss Natzinger’s ring

How Cali scrip is working out

South Dakota ‘pugs froth over Sen. Tim Johnson’s son being appointed US Attorney (seriously, how many dozens of attorneys does SD have to pick from?)

Truthfully, I can say yes to everything on this list

Racism still flourishes at St. Cloud State University*

* I visited that campus with three women of color back in the early ’90s. I kid you not, heads turned, jaws dropped and in general people stared at us as we walked across campus. I think most of the students were trying to figure out if we were musicians or food service workers.

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Realizing that I can now stream Netflix movies with the mini has led to a brief resurgence in movie watching at Chez Wege. Camp mostly. My streamed entertainment has ranged from old Avengers episodes to a Hellboy animated movie to DJ Spooky’s Rebirth of a Nation. Last night I dug into the external drives for Breakheart Pass, a Chas. Bronson movie that holds up surprisingly well (except for the Cavalry setting a world speed record by covering the same ground the train took three days to cover in just twenty minutes).

What I really want is a new TV show to watch. I started The Rogues, a vintage David Niven series that lasted one season, but it was pretty dated and somewhat plodding. Tripping the Rift isn’t as funny as I used to think it was, and I’m just not fired up to watch Weeds. I’ve got seasons 1 & 2 of Heroes stashed away, and I’ve never seen the second Battlestar Galactica series, but neither sounds good to me.

What I really want to do is watch basketball. And no, the WNBA doesn’t count.

Here’s a winner: John Cleese’s Wine for the Confused.