Yes, really ... the Media Reserach Center, run by Chewbacca's brother, L. Brent Bozell, held its inaugural Dishonors Award Ceremony highlighting, so they say, liberal bias in the media. Ann Coulter, the human Space Needle, was on hand to give the Ode to Keith Olbermann Award. Video included below. I made it through two minutes. This is what passes for humor on the conservative side. Think of a REALLY REALLY REALLY slimmed down Fred Dooley (doesn't have to be a girl) and you have a fair description of Coulter.
As noted by fellow blogger, Perfect Impertinence, it appears that Sarah Palin may really be considering a run for the presidency. Apparently, she has had a documentary produced that will show her in a new, shining light. Her Triumph of the Will copycat, The Undefeated, is produced by "[Stephen K. Bannon], a former naval officer and ex-Goldman Sachs banker, [who] sees his documentary as the first step in Palin's effort to rebuild her image in the eyes of voters who may have soured on her, yet might reconsider if old caricatures begin to fade. The film will also appeal to staunch Palin supporters who have long celebrated her biting rhetoric and conservative populism yet know little about her record in Alaska and have perhaps written her off as presidential material."
It's going to take a lot for any documentary to obsure her regular, unscripted mishaps and weird visions of Russia.
David A. Love has a great article at HuffPost Politics regarding the joint effort by conservatives to affect the vote. You think there isn't just a little racism behind this effort? Regarding James Wigderson bff Newt Gingrich, Love has this to say.
When Newt Gingrich suggested that America impose a poll test in U.S. history as a requirement for native-born citizens to vote, it was too much even for black Tea Party Congressman Allen West (R-FL). "That's going back to some times that my parents had to contend with," West said of the notion of a Jim Crow-style literacy test. "I think that we need to do a better job educating our young men and women in school, but we don't need to have a litmus test, no."
For Gingrich, who recently called Obama a "food stamp president," this is part of a pattern of racially offensive remarks, policy positions and affiliations -- against African-Americans, Latinos, Muslims and others. But Gingrich is merely a spoke in the wheel. There is nationwide effort by the Republican Party to suppress voter turnout in next year's presidential election. Devoid of any ideas to beat Obama and win over the electorate, and crippled by a roster of candidates consisting of empty suits, wingnuts and the otherwise unelectable, this is their election strategy for 2012.
As Love points out, these tactics are not dissimilar to those used by Dixiecrats in the 1960s. Read the rest of the article here.
Orly Taitz, master of the non sequiter, is rumored to have agreed to join Badger Blogger. Taitz is known for her rather bizarre birther conspiracy theories and other weird facts regarding our president like saying he was having former gay lovers killed and that Obama's defenders should be tried in Nurenberg-like trials.
When he switched from a Democrat to a conservative as a young man, he knew that he would be a hotter commodity in politics. But he also knew that it would bring him the scorn of blacks who deemed him a pawn of the white establishment -- people like Justice Thurgood Marshall, who ridiculed Clarence Thomas and others as ''goddamn black sellouts'' for benefiting from affirmative action and then denigrating it.
As Jill Abramson and Jane Mayer write in ''Strange Justice,'' Mr. Thomas himself complained in a 1987 speech that, to win acceptance in conservative ranks, ''a black was required to become a caricature of sorts, providing sideshows of anti-black quips and attacks.'' (Just as blonde conservative pundettes flash long legs and sneer at feminism.)
I can think of someone locally who epitomizes Thomas' statement. Hip Musings anyone, he of the McCain moment.
Newt Gingrich via Lawyers, Guns and Money You know, folks often talk about immigration. I always say that to become an American citizen, immigrants ought to have to learn American history. [applause] But maybe we should also have a voting standard that says to vote, as a native born American, you should have to learn American history. [applause] You realize how many of our high school graduates because of the decay of the educational system, couldn’t pass a citizenship test.
Man, liberals would win every election for the next 200 years. No more cretins who think Christianity is our state religion. No more fools who think Jim Crow laws are legal license to discriminate ... still. No more Newt Gingrich.
Would someone please explain to me how 38 cases of alleged voter fraud (only 13 convictions) nationally between October 2002 and Septemeber 2005 (during the Bush administration) equates to a massive problem that requires extreme measures to ensure our elections are fair?
“Deep South Fred,” as we on the left fondly call him, has been an unquenchable source of material. So, thirsting for more, I thought it might be fun to pay tribute, sort of. Since life and other stuff tends to get in the way, I have highlighted only those that made an impression upon me during my own five plus years of blogging. Without further ado, I give you … Fred, at his finest.
No tribute to Fred would be fitting without saying something about his blog, and what he claimed it would stand for … Real Debate, hence the name. Unfortunately for Fred, he kept getting in the way of real debate. Way back then, Fred advertised his blog this way:
Too often in today’s political landscape discourse is kept among those who agree. This is not a blog to promote that. We discuss ideas here, we ask that you keep your tone in check and respect those who are willing to share.
This didn’t last long. Fred has never been one to take criticism gently or gracefully. Fred's skin is so thin you can see his organs (missing two, the heart and that gray thing). Nor were his fellow travelers on the right much better. Veiled threats and racist comments the norm. Comments from leftys in opposition to something Fred had posted were often labeled “hate left” or they simply disappeared, especially if the facts portrayed did not fit Fred’s template for what was real. But, that’s not really that unusual for bloggers. Many feel ownership of their blog more strongly than others. It’s just that Fred tends to be more extreme than others.
For example, not too long ago Fred “broke the news” that the Obama campaign was violating Wisconsin election law with a campaign flyer that stated the following:
“No proof of residence? You can still register to vote if you bring an eligible voter from your municipality who shows proof of residence and affirms that you live at your address.”
Fred jumped on that (I know, hard to imagine him lifting himself) and wrote: “Sorry folks, they made that up. Here is a link to the State of Wisconsin Elections Board rules, nowhere does showing up to register with someone to vouch for you come into play. This flyer was paid or (sic) by the Democratic Party so they are obviously complicit in encouraging people to break election law. Why do Democrats keep trying to cheat? Why won’t any of the major media call them on it?
“Can you imagine the outroar if Republicans were passing fraudulent information about Wisconsin election law? Hell, they are after AG Van Hollen for daring to ask the accountability board to follow the freaking law.
The unethical Democratic Party is at it again, and they’ll continue to get away with it until enough people raise hell about this problem.”
Oh man, the horror! Fred had the Dems by the balls and even the nationally known blog, Redstate, leaped into the fray linking to Fred’s post. He was so proud.
Problem was (unfortunately for Fred, and Redstate) none of what he reported was true. In fact, Wisconsin election law stated exactly what was stated on the campaign flyer. Fred just hadn’t looked closely enough.
Most people would have admitted their mea culpa and proffered an apology. Not Fred. Instead, he zapped the post, in the process leaving Redstate with a broken link in their story. Fred has written numerous times about the inability of lefty bloggers to fail to see the hypocrisy. His view tends to be a bit myopic.
More recently, Fred discovered the joys of Twitter. Twitting away mercilessly one day he got caught by Dan Bice of the Milwauykee Journal Sentinel:
“Got my stimulus package in the mail today. It contained watermelon seeds, cornbread mix, and ten coupons to KFC.”
In Fred’s defense, this was not an original tweet. It was from an e-mail that was circulating the Intertubes. However, when called on it by Bice, Fred’s response was legendary.
Bice wrote: In an e-mail today, Dooley said he took the tweet from somebody else and re-posted it on his page. In addition, he said he did all this shortly after having gall bladder the surgery and while he was still under the influence of painkillers and anesthesia.
“In that state I didn’t notice any racial connotations. I’m from the deep south and to me that’s not a racial thing, it is a southern thing. If I had not been under the effects of anesthesia I would have likely noticed that could have been taken the wrong way and would have passed on it.”
Really? I've heard Fred speak. There's not a hint of South in his delivery. He also does the South a disservice by assuming his racial shortcomings are universal down there. Fred did state he would avoid tweeting under the influence in the future. He may be more careful tweeting, but otherwise, he's not kept his word.
There is so much more material available for anyone with the time, or the history in dealing with Fred. By the way, any personal anecdotes are welcome on the comment section.
One last thing from me and then a final sally forth by Mr. Humor, John Foust.
I wrote a post during the presidential election about Bill Ayers. At the same time, Fred was creating a list of lefty bloggers who had failed to write quickly enough about the travails of then Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich. In jest, I suggested I was upset that I had not been included in the list. Fred corrected that ommission by singling me out for instead writing a “defense” of Ayers.
I pointed out to Fred in an e-mail that the post was in no way a defense of Ayers (I had previously been banned from his site). I wrote that I had been commenting on Ayer’s op-ed in the New York Times. And, I admitted that I agreed with Ayer’s assessment that the guilt-by-association tactics of the right regarding some closer connection with Obama was dishonest. That’s not a defense, its agreement with a point he made. In fact, I further wrote that I was troubled by some of Ayer’s explanations for illegal actions he took.
For Fred, though, this wasn’t enough. His reply was classic Fred.
Yes Tim when you attack those who would dare to bring him up you are defending.
Yes, but Fred, that’s not … never mind.
Anyway, in conclusion, here is that quote from John Foust that captures the darkness that is Fred Dooley.
“Too often in today’s political landscape discourse is kept among those who agree. This is not a blog to promote that. We discuss ideas here, we ask that you keep your tone in check and respect those who are willing to share. Entire posts and their comments will be tossed down the memory hole when we really screw up. Hatred and character assassination are heartily approved when they’re directed at anyone who disagrees with me, but I’ll zap anything that points out I’m easily fooled”
News of the last WWI veteran's passing at the astounding age of 110 brought back memories of my grandfather and a post I wrote for Veterans' Day in 2008. Additionally, my father was a WWII vet. He's now 84, and was recently flown to Washington D.C. to see the WWII Memorial and to be honored for his service. They're getting up in years, too. Here is that post reproduced.
I sent off an email to family members asking if they could make it Saturday for Abby's 8th birthday and was reminded that today was November 11th, Veteran's Day. It was cause for memories.
I remember staying with Nana at her home in Appleton shortly after Grandpa's death at the age of 82. It was September 1978 or so. Nana and I were foraging through some items when I found an old uniform. I asked Nana if this was Grandpa's. She said it was his WWI uniform and beckoned to me to try it on. It was a little tight, but it fit! I was 22 at the time and pretty skinny. It was cool to know that my Grandpa and I were about the same size back in our youth. (The picture on the left is of Grandpa in his uniform around 1930.)
I spent a lot of time at my grandparents as a child. My Dad was working hard to feed a growing family (it would become five eventually). We (usually Kelly and I) would often stay with Nana and Grandpa for a week or so at a time during the summer.
I didn't mind. I loved visiting. I enjoyed puttering in the backyard with Nana, picking raspberries, blueberries, apples, pears, dodging the bees, etc. The gathered fruits would later become the filling for pies; the aroma of these just-baked pies filling the house and wafting out the backdoor to the yard where I could be found building miniature cities with hand-smoothed expressways in the gravel driveway.
I remember evenings sitting on the floor in front of Grandpa's lap. He'd peel apples. It was a wondrous experience for the grandkids, watching Grandpa maintain one - long - continuous - peel. Then he'd present slices to each of us kids from the flat side of the paring blade.
I especially liked going with Grandpa to the driving range to practice hitting golfballs. He was an excellent golfer. He had seven hole-in-ones (I've had one, using an old iron of his) and he shot a 79 at Reid Municipal Park in Appleton at the age of 79. Pretty remarkable.
I'd also go out with Grandpa on the course. I was his caddy until my teen years. I had a blast with Grandpa's old buddies and on occasion was even allowed to hit a golfball.
Even when I was finally allowed to golf, Grandpa insisted I never keep score. Nonetheless, in my adult years it's been a goal of mine to break 80. I've hit 80 six times, but have never made it past. I once needed only to bogey the last hole do break 80. It's been a source of frustration. Grandpa must have known something.
Grandpa's service for our nation consisted of being drafted in September 1918. He trained in Alabama and was commissioned a 2nd Lieutenant in December 1918. He never made it to Europe to actually fight in the war-to-end-all-wars and was discharged in in early 1919.
His only child, my Dad, enlisted in the Marines in January 1945 at the age of 17. He trained in the Carolinas and then transferred to California. In October 1945 he sailed from Washington; visiting Japan and the Philippines. He was discharged in 1947.
He later decided to joined the priesthood. Fortunately he changed his mind before his final vows; I'm thankful for obvious reasons.
Over the years I've tried in my own way to fill my Dad's shoes, though I've insisted I wasn't. We've clashed as Son and Dad often do. I'm sad to say that our relationship has not always been the best.
Recently, I sent an email to him asking he stop sending me any more of those thoroughly debunked anti-Obama emails that were cruising the Internet. After explaining how this latest email was false, I asked whether he had any sense and would he please stop or I would have to block his emails. I wish I had not done that.
Earlier this summer while tossing a ball around with my Son, I noticed how difficult it was to throw with any sort of pace. The distance I could throw a ball had also diminished. But I kept at it even though I knew I would be sore the next day. I thought of my Dad then. He used to set up as catcher and let me throw fastball after fastball. They were not very fast. I tried out for Little League and the first pitch I threw was hit over the centerfield fence. But Dad kept catching and encouraging.
So I keep catching and running after my Son's errant throws. I help him with his homework and I try not to take it personally when he argues with me or gets sullen, as teenagers are wont to do regardless of the generation.
I've been a fortunate person. I had the chance to know my Grandpa and had a Dad who worked and stuck around to care for his family. There are too many children missing that. Because of their efforts, I've turned out fairly all right. I have three kids now. In addition to my teenage boy, I have two beautiful daughters, a wonderful wife, a home -- a great family.
I wonder if my Dad has an old uniform lying around? Despite our differences, I bet we were about the same size once, too, in our youth.
David Koch, billionaire misanthrope, says that President Obama really didn't do anything regarding the death of Osama bin Laden. "All that Obama did was say 'yea' or 'nay,' Koch said.
Later, Koch was heard to say he would have wrestled Osama to the ground and bit his ears off. I'm a man of action. That's why I pour millions into groups like Americans for Penury and (local laughing stock) MacGyver Institute to undermine democracy and make this country fit for decent people like me and my brother.
It's reported in the Journal Sentinel that 18 nuns' votes have been disallowed because their absentee ballots did not have witness signatures. Okay. This does dound a bit extreme; they're nuns for jeebus sake.
Still, the law is the law. I have read of at least one Teabagger blog (Real Debate) who disagrees with this decision. I thought Teabaggers were for the law and for order.
Glad bin Laden is dead. He was evil. However, the visceral reactions from some remind me that differences are often only skin deep. Take this from Chris of the third incarnation of Spotted Horse.
And yes it would have been cool if they cut off his head and stuck it on a pole in the middle of the White House lawn or in front of the Freedom Tower in NYC.
Change Chris' life history and have him raised in jihadi atmosphere and who do you think would be severing heads and celebrating mass murder? It's really sad. Someday we must find a way to overcome our deathly urges.
It's late in the evening ... at that time I sometimes cannot help myself. Flew back to Badger Blogger to see if the nutcases had anything more to say and was rewarded with these two gems coming in a post about the death of bin Laden. First, Patrick Dorwin, feral cat lover and occasional Folkbum commenter (nothing ever to say, though):
I sleep peacefully at night, because our brave military stand ready to defend us all. I thank God for them, as I lay my head down to sleep.
You've got to be kidding me. I can picture Patrick at the side of his bed, kneeling and saying this prayer, "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the military my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the military someone's soul to take." Then milk and cookies.
Meanwhile, erstwhile human, PCD, had this to say about Judge Russell Stamper's concerns about the way bin Laden was taken out.
Hey, if he loves OBL so much, throw him in after the terrorist. A bullet to the head is optional.
This is a comment from someone regarding President Obama's release of his long-form birth certificate. (unedited)
It seemed right to question BHO's place of birth because at his core he just seems, well, so foreign, so removed, so non-patriotic. Nothing he's done since inauguration lessens the gut feeling that there's just something not right about him as Commander in Chief. It's not really the lack of experience that has me uneasy (although its a serious flaw in him) it's just that nagging feeling I have that he just doesn't love America and doesn't at all mind our descent into third world status. Does he look in awe at a Grand Canyon sunset and thank the stars above he was born an American? Isn't that what was missing in today's press conference. "I was born in Hawaii and thank God I'm an American." "I'm so proud to be an American." It's my not ever hearing this from him that makes me uneasy and suspicious...
My gosh, what a load of tripe. Let me make it easier for anonymous and answer its questions, from its darkest corner of its mind.
It seemed so right to question the President's place of birth. (cause he's black).
Does he look in awe at sunsets? (cause you know, he's black)
He doesn't love America. (he's black)
He doesn't mind our descent to third world status. (because he's black)
He seems so non-patriotic. (black thing)
Conservatives have gotten so good at not admitting the truth that they can't even be honest with themselves.
Well, Fred Dooley of Real Debate (THAT is debatable) has blocked me again. I suppose asking how his watermelons were growing was a little mean. But hey, I was responding to another of his gems labeled under the "hate left" moniker and couldn't help myself.
Seriously, anyone who comes up with the excuse he was under the influence of doctor-provided drugs when he released a tweet regarding the stimulus package containing watermelon seeds, fried chicken, etc., really needs to look closely at himself.
By the way, one of Fred's favorite tactics is to call someone a hypocrite if that person does not spend equal time on something that is dear to Fred's heart, like misbehaving lefties. In that light, I don't recall his acting too upset over the picture of President Obama's head superimposed over a baby chimp. Hmmm. Must have been on drugs again, Fred.
Come on, Fred. Admit it. You're a closet racist. Why not come out of the closet?
If you do respond, I won't ban you. I'm not afraid of reading your nonsense.