Well, it's about freaking time.
Someone has finally taken interest in the Valerie Plame situation...although they've put John Ashcroft in charge of the investigation.
WASHINGTON Sept. 30 — The FBI began a full-scale criminal investigation Tuesday into whether White House officials illegally leaked the identity of an undercover CIA officer, and President Bush ordered his staff to cooperate with the first major probe of his administration.
...Democratic leaders said Attorney General John Ashcroft was too close to the White House to conduct an impartial investigation. "We don't have confidence in John Ashcroft ... and we know without a doubt that somebody broke the federal law," Senate Democratic leader Tom Daschle said.
House Democratic leader Nancy Pelosi said, "If there ever was a case for the appointment of a special counsel, this is it."
If Valerie Plame sold real-estate or gratified the president orally (tee hee) then there would be a special council all over this situation. But no, her husband, former ambassador Joseph C. Wilson, only exposed the president as a big fat liar, so that's not a big deal.
Mr. Wilson has publicly accused presidential adviser Karl Rove of revealing his wife's identify. The motive, according to Wilson, was revenge for his own role in exposing as probably wrong the White House claim that Saddam Hussein sought yellowcake uranium from Niger.
Over at Open Source Politics, Mark A.R. Kleiman has a pretty definitive series of posts on this scandal...go read!
And don't forget to register to vote! We can take the country back from these chowderheads!
Friday, September 26, 2003
Okay, so it's negative campaigning
But it's freaking hilarious.
They got the troubled Arnold scream just right, and I like the nipple-tasselled Bush and Cheney....Very, very funny.
Via See The Forest.
But it's freaking hilarious.
They got the troubled Arnold scream just right, and I like the nipple-tasselled Bush and Cheney....Very, very funny.
Via See The Forest.
I forgot
Today was Talk Like Bill O'Reilly Day.
So...shut up. I'm a big dumb jerk. Al Franken is stupid.
There, that about sums it up.
Today was Talk Like Bill O'Reilly Day.
So...shut up. I'm a big dumb jerk. Al Franken is stupid.
There, that about sums it up.
Okay, now these people are stupid whiny crybabies...
Some young conservatives completely miss the point at Southern Methodist University in Dallas, Texas.
Rushing and other members of his group at Southern Methodist University in Dallas sold freshly baked cookies for a series of different prices based on the customer's gender and race.
The bake sale's sign said white males had to pay $1 for a cookie. The price was 75 cents for white women, 50 cents for Hispanics and 25 cents for blacks.
Rushing, a 23-year-old law student, says he and his fellow bakers meant no offense and were only trying to protest the use of race or gender as a factor in college admissions.
I was just reading in my psych textbook (discussing the higher prevalence of emotional problems in African-Americans than in Whites) that 44 percent of blacks live below the poverty line, while only 5 percent of whites do. So, a better analogy would be to only give the black person a quarter to buy the cookie with. Or, charging everyone the same price but only giving minorities a portion of the cookie.
If there's a white person out there whose life has been ruined by affirmative action, please stop by my house for lunch. You can ride your unicorn over from the 7 Cities of Gold, and don't forget to bring water from the Fountain of Youth for our tea.
Some young conservatives completely miss the point at Southern Methodist University in Dallas, Texas.
Rushing and other members of his group at Southern Methodist University in Dallas sold freshly baked cookies for a series of different prices based on the customer's gender and race.
The bake sale's sign said white males had to pay $1 for a cookie. The price was 75 cents for white women, 50 cents for Hispanics and 25 cents for blacks.
Rushing, a 23-year-old law student, says he and his fellow bakers meant no offense and were only trying to protest the use of race or gender as a factor in college admissions.
I was just reading in my psych textbook (discussing the higher prevalence of emotional problems in African-Americans than in Whites) that 44 percent of blacks live below the poverty line, while only 5 percent of whites do. So, a better analogy would be to only give the black person a quarter to buy the cookie with. Or, charging everyone the same price but only giving minorities a portion of the cookie.
If there's a white person out there whose life has been ruined by affirmative action, please stop by my house for lunch. You can ride your unicorn over from the 7 Cities of Gold, and don't forget to bring water from the Fountain of Youth for our tea.
Okay, just one little quiz for the road...
Interesting...via OHS Lions.
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Interesting...via OHS Lions.
Natalie Maines, I love you
I hereby appoint the Dixie Chicks the first bluegrass plucky punk girls.
Read this letter, via Eschaton.
Excerpt:
Oh, I have to go. Keith and Mick are in the limo waiting for me. The five of us have started getting together every Tuesday night. I must tell you, Keith is really getting into his fiddle lessons with Martie. He can already play “Faded Love”. And Mick, well he gets faster at “Dueling Banjos” with Emily every week. I think they are really going to blow everyone away at the rock and roll family reunion next week. But, it's not just about them learning from us. Nope, they help me every week think up new controversial "rock and roll" things to say. Thanks guys…you’re the greatest!
Love, Natalie
PS. I will also be posting this in German so if you don't like what I really said you can just translate it into what suits your agenda.
I wish I had written that!
Now, enough of you, blog, I must study for my psych test.
I hereby appoint the Dixie Chicks the first bluegrass plucky punk girls.
Read this letter, via Eschaton.
Excerpt:
Oh, I have to go. Keith and Mick are in the limo waiting for me. The five of us have started getting together every Tuesday night. I must tell you, Keith is really getting into his fiddle lessons with Martie. He can already play “Faded Love”. And Mick, well he gets faster at “Dueling Banjos” with Emily every week. I think they are really going to blow everyone away at the rock and roll family reunion next week. But, it's not just about them learning from us. Nope, they help me every week think up new controversial "rock and roll" things to say. Thanks guys…you’re the greatest!
Love, Natalie
PS. I will also be posting this in German so if you don't like what I really said you can just translate it into what suits your agenda.
I wish I had written that!
Now, enough of you, blog, I must study for my psych test.
Thursday, September 25, 2003
RIP, Gus.
I just want everyone to know that someone really excellent died last week. I missed his funeral because it was my anniversary and I'm kind of pissed off about it.
Gus Blaisdell, my favorite film professor, the best teacher I ever had, the person responsible for making me see cinema as an art form, died of a heart attack last Wednesday.
Tall and lean with a full beard and disheveled hair, Blaisdell was teaching Images of Women in Film and International Horror Film this semester, Jaffe said.
"He loved to perform," Jaffe said. "He had a great theatrical flair, a great presence. People just found him interesting to look at and to be with ..."
Blaisdell was considered an intellectual in a broad sense because he had formally studied and worked in a variety of disciplines, including philosophy, literature and visual arts such as painting and photography, Jaffe said.
"He had a passion for a variety of subject matter," Jaffe said. "He could bring them all to bear on a particular film or body of films."
Jaffe said Blaisdell was extremely articulate and had a remarkable memory, including the ability to remember shot-by-shot sequences of films.
Gus was a really, really excellent teacher. I'm pissed off that I'll never get to take his Stanley Kubrick class. (Ha ha, sniff...Just kidding Gus...) I'm sorry I made him keep playing I Spit on your Grave after he was going to turn it off because it was so awful. I'm sorry my paper on The Bicycle Thief was so half-ass. I'm sorry I shaved my Mohawk, I know he liked it. I'm sorry I never took him up on his offer to show him my poetry. I'm sorry I made the cellophane of my candy wrapper crinkle during the movie that one time. I'm really sorry he made us read all that Stanley Cavell (ha ha...just kidding again, Gus).
Next time you're at a movie and someone's cellphone goes off, or their bratty rugrat starts squealing, or their stupid digital watch beeps, throw your shoe at them in honor of Gus.
He would've liked that.
I just want everyone to know that someone really excellent died last week. I missed his funeral because it was my anniversary and I'm kind of pissed off about it.
Gus Blaisdell, my favorite film professor, the best teacher I ever had, the person responsible for making me see cinema as an art form, died of a heart attack last Wednesday.
Tall and lean with a full beard and disheveled hair, Blaisdell was teaching Images of Women in Film and International Horror Film this semester, Jaffe said.
"He loved to perform," Jaffe said. "He had a great theatrical flair, a great presence. People just found him interesting to look at and to be with ..."
Blaisdell was considered an intellectual in a broad sense because he had formally studied and worked in a variety of disciplines, including philosophy, literature and visual arts such as painting and photography, Jaffe said.
"He had a passion for a variety of subject matter," Jaffe said. "He could bring them all to bear on a particular film or body of films."
Jaffe said Blaisdell was extremely articulate and had a remarkable memory, including the ability to remember shot-by-shot sequences of films.
Gus was a really, really excellent teacher. I'm pissed off that I'll never get to take his Stanley Kubrick class. (Ha ha, sniff...Just kidding Gus...) I'm sorry I made him keep playing I Spit on your Grave after he was going to turn it off because it was so awful. I'm sorry my paper on The Bicycle Thief was so half-ass. I'm sorry I shaved my Mohawk, I know he liked it. I'm sorry I never took him up on his offer to show him my poetry. I'm sorry I made the cellophane of my candy wrapper crinkle during the movie that one time. I'm really sorry he made us read all that Stanley Cavell (ha ha...just kidding again, Gus).
Next time you're at a movie and someone's cellphone goes off, or their bratty rugrat starts squealing, or their stupid digital watch beeps, throw your shoe at them in honor of Gus.
He would've liked that.
Fidel Castro, and other archaic species
Scientists in Cuba have found a living specimen of a rare insectivore previously believed extinct.
Sept. 25, 2003 | HAVANA (AP) -- With its long snout and tiny body covered with spiky, long brown hair, the worm-munching creature known as Solenodon Cubanus long has been a mystery to zoologists, who believed it to be extinct.
But a farmer in eastern Cuba recently found the first live specimen of the ancient and enigmatic creature seen in four years, local media said.
The find proved conclusively that Solenodon Cubanus still survives, and raised hopes that the curious animal dubbed "Alejandrito" may have other relatives roaming the island.
I looked for a picture of Solenodon Cubanus but could only find one of the Haitian Solenodon. Freaky in a cute way.
Scientists in Cuba have found a living specimen of a rare insectivore previously believed extinct.
Sept. 25, 2003 | HAVANA (AP) -- With its long snout and tiny body covered with spiky, long brown hair, the worm-munching creature known as Solenodon Cubanus long has been a mystery to zoologists, who believed it to be extinct.
But a farmer in eastern Cuba recently found the first live specimen of the ancient and enigmatic creature seen in four years, local media said.
The find proved conclusively that Solenodon Cubanus still survives, and raised hopes that the curious animal dubbed "Alejandrito" may have other relatives roaming the island.
I looked for a picture of Solenodon Cubanus but could only find one of the Haitian Solenodon. Freaky in a cute way.
Yay!
Okay, so now I play news catch-up. First and foremost, no one in their right mind could think this was anything but a good thing.
KATSINA, Nigeria (AFP) - Nigerian single mother Amina Lawal was cleared of adultery by an Islamic court, releasing her from a sentence that she be stoned to death.
..."Amina is free. Amina has been discharged. Amina can have her life back," she told reporters outside the court, as Lawal and her baby daughter Wasila were whisked away in a police vehicle with a heavily armed escort.
I wish her and her seriously cute baby girl a long life.
Okay, so now I play news catch-up. First and foremost, no one in their right mind could think this was anything but a good thing.
KATSINA, Nigeria (AFP) - Nigerian single mother Amina Lawal was cleared of adultery by an Islamic court, releasing her from a sentence that she be stoned to death.
..."Amina is free. Amina has been discharged. Amina can have her life back," she told reporters outside the court, as Lawal and her baby daughter Wasila were whisked away in a police vehicle with a heavily armed escort.
I wish her and her seriously cute baby girl a long life.
Sunday, September 21, 2003
Thursday, September 18, 2003
Agent Smith was right...humanity is a disease!
There's nothing like hearing news like this to make you a complete misanthrope.
LONDON, England -- The lion is close to extinction in Africa, a wildlife expert has warned after numbers fell by 90 percent during the last 20 years.
Only 23,000 are left compared to an estimated 200,000 in the early 1980s as a result of hunters killing them to protest livestock, said Laurence Frank, a wildlife biologist from the University of California.
The possibility of lions going extinct in their natural habitat makes me sick to my stomach.
And yes, I know I referenced The Matrix in the title of this post. But I just finished my paper on it.
There's nothing like hearing news like this to make you a complete misanthrope.
LONDON, England -- The lion is close to extinction in Africa, a wildlife expert has warned after numbers fell by 90 percent during the last 20 years.
Only 23,000 are left compared to an estimated 200,000 in the early 1980s as a result of hunters killing them to protest livestock, said Laurence Frank, a wildlife biologist from the University of California.
The possibility of lions going extinct in their natural habitat makes me sick to my stomach.
And yes, I know I referenced The Matrix in the title of this post. But I just finished my paper on it.
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