We made this for Suburban Justice in 2008. Since its inspiration is on ABC right now, ladies and gentlemen, I give you How Blagojevich Stole Christmas!
This year? I’m considering a new video: Herman the Red-Faced Horndog.
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We made this for Suburban Justice in 2008. Since its inspiration is on ABC right now, ladies and gentlemen, I give you How Blagojevich Stole Christmas!
This year? I’m considering a new video: Herman the Red-Faced Horndog.
I was going through the emails from the Suburban Justice account, and saw that we had emailed the author of the above book, “Help Mom! Radicals are Ruining my Country” with a very specific question.
Ms. DeBrecht,
Just out of curiosity, on the cover of your book “Help Mom! Radicals are Ruining My Country!” who is the likeness second to the right supposed to be? I see Senator Harry Reid, Represenative Nancy Pelosi, Representative Barney Frank, Senator Chuck Schumer, Senator Chris Dodd and President Barack Obama.
Who is the guy in the yellow jacket with one shoe standing behind the hot dog?Thank you,
Suburban Justice Staff
The most bizarre thing about this isn’t that she answered us, but rather that we somehow typed the phrase “guy in the yellow jacket with one shoe standing behind the hot dog” about something that’s actually real.
If you’re wondering who it is, it’s supposed to be Chris Matthews. Which I guess makes sense if you’re on LSD.
I’ve come to realize that my political views have shifted over the course of a year and a half. During the 2008 election season and the subsequent transition of power, I considered myself a militant liberal - someone who would pick a fight just for the sake of picking a fight, just to show myself how irrational the other side was. I watched the MSNBC prime-time block almost every night, read The Nation, and, yes, I frequented the HuffPo and the Daily Kos.
Now my political views are a little more complicated. I hate the consumerist culture we live in, where it’s second nature to care what the Joneses think. I’m supremely pissed from a Huxleyist angle, in that I’m afraid we’re too distracted to see we’re being fucked by every system that wants a taste. To that effect, there’s a little Carlinist in there because we’re losing our shit because we’re actually getting dumber. Then there’s still the militant in me - I was just born too late to join the Yippie movement. For reasons too complicated to explain, I’m jaded about the media. And when it comes to the economy? The truth is, I’m fiscally apathetic and irresponsible because I see no value in money. But really, all in all, I’m tired of the fucking stupidity.
I’ll preface this article with a quote from Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World Revisited:
“Can a campaign in favor of rationality be successful in the teeth of another and even more vigorous campaign in favor of irrationality?”
As the political pot sits simmering in Washington, all eyes are elsewhere, eagerly awaiting the announcement of Republican and Third-Party candidates tossing an early hat into the 2012 Presidential race.
Finally, there’s Mr. Obama’s sweet eulogy to little Christina. Anyone not touched by his words must have a heart of stone. But Mr. Obama went a bit further:
“I want us to live up to her expectations. I want our democracy to be as good as Christina imagined it. I want America to be as good as she imagined it. All of us, we should do everything we can to make sure this country lives up to our children’s expectations.”
Well, hold on. Children, God bless them, are not morally superior. In fact, they plot and hoard and steal and throw tantrums. It takes a lifetime to burnish away the layers of selfishness that plague us all. Psalm 53 reminds us that “there is none who does good, no, not one.” This idea that we can learn from innocent children is a liberal fallacy originating in Rousseau’s myth of the noble savage.
—Robert Knight, real live asshole, writing for the Washington Times.
Nine-year-old Isaac Saldana of Tucson, Ariz., was so upset when he heard about the shootings in his hometown that he felt compelled to do something in response.
“Me and my brother were about to go walk the dog when we saw them saying on TV that a little girl and Gabrielle Giffords got shot,” he told HuffPost. “I just thought, whoa! I didn’t know that people carry around guns here in Tucson. It scared me a little.”
Saldana said he decided the best way to help would be to gather some of his toys from home, as well as a bracelet his father had brought him after one his deployments as a U.S. Marine, and sell them at school to raise money for Giffords.
“I felt really bad about Gabrielle being in the hospital and getting shot, so I just wanted to help her,” he said.
After raising a total of $2.85, Saldana put the money into an envelope with a get-well card and mailed it to Giffords’ hospital room. His mother, Aracely Saldana, said she had no idea what he was up to.
(via dceiver)
Somewhere, in a bar, Al Gore is drinking a beer. Soon, a man wearing a “Git-R-Done” trucker hat will approach him, buy him a beer, then say “global warming, huh?” Al Gore will be arrested for inciting a bar fight.Of Note of the Day: According to CNN, there is snow on the ground right now in 49 states, with Florida being the only exception. How unusual is this? “This is extremely unusual,” says CNN, “though it’s hard to put a date on when this last happened because records aren’t kept on this kind of event.”
Actually, Google tells me that this last happened exactly 11 months ago, with the only difference being that the holdout then was Hawaii. A USA Today article reporting on the phenomenon in 2010 quoted weather service meteorologist Brian Korty as saying that “it’s extremely rare to have so many states with snow.”
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(Source: thedailywhat)
I just wrote this in my journal, and I’d like to share it.
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“Weapons do not cut it, / fire does not burn it, / waters do not wet it, / wind does not wither it.
It cannot be cut or burned; / it cannot be wet or withered; / it is enduring, all-pervasive, / fixed, immovable, and timeless.”
- The Bhagavad Gita, Second Teaching
As I’m writing this, 33 Chilean minder are being rescued after 69 days trapped underground. The quote above is from the Bhagavad Gita, which I just finished reading for one of my college courses. I was watching the rescue efforts on CNN in the background, but now I’m starting to think that these two things lined up the way they did simply because human will, good nature, love, pride, decency, humanity, and the ability to believe in something bigger than the individual have prevailed in times where we see these things only rarely make it through.
I don’t believe in divine miracles, or god, or even that there’s someone up there playing with a Lego version of the world. What I do believe, however, is that those 33 men are alive because they believed in themselves, their country, and in the world. They were trapped underground for more than two months and the whole country, the whole world even, believed in them. The story on Yahoo!News reads: “After the first capsule came out of the manhole-sized opening, Avalos emerged as bystanders cheered, clapped and broke into a chant of “Chi! Chi! Chi! Le! Le! Le!” — the country’s name.”
Holy shit, right? When’s the last time you heard a chant of “USA! USA! USA!” that wasn’t at a partisan rally? When it wasn’t a way to forward the idea that we’re a better country than everywhere else?
Let me say, that meanwhile, back here, we’re calling each other witches and bullying homosexuals until they commit suicide. No wonder “god,” or “fate,” or whatever you want to call it blessed Chile first. Tonight everyone should realize that we’re not #1, no matter what jingoistic slogan you have in needlepoint on your wall. Tonight we, as Americans should realize that, despite those faded bumper stickers from 2001, we have forgotten something.
It shouldn’t take a disaster for us to realize that we need to cooperate to save something. We’re drowning right now - flailing around and yelling for help. But at the same time, we’re tiring ourselves out. If we stop flailing, stop the derisive partisan arguing and stand on our tippy-toes, we’ll realize there’s a bottom down there, and that- oh - we can touch.