October 21, 2008 at 19:54

That is what most people do not get. We would never be where we are now ( President Bush; Iraq, Katrina, the “cratering” economy, Guantanamo, FISA shit, such a close campaign etc if was not for the PRESS.

Sure Joe is calling out McCain now but does anyone remember Primary Colors? To my recollection, he was the first pundit to raise the impeachment of Bill Clinton on tv! Remeber FISA? Remember this?

Mark my words, on an Obama win Joe Klein will find a reason to kneecap the Obama. Just like Rush Limbaugh looked for a reason to support McCain after swearing not to, so will Klein rush back to writing crap about dems (undeservedly ). Isn’t the hottest item in pundit world a Democrat who criticizes other Dems in power?

What pisses me off is that when this will happen, he will be able to say that the libs hate him now simply because he opposes them; after all wasn’t he kicked off the McCain plane?

No one should be patting him on the head right now. What we should be working towards is a functional (issues not trivia) fact checking media. Not weather van pundits.

The second half of the book demonstrates how a person can be perfectly intelligent and competent, but still be doomed to fail in life simply because society doesn’t favor your kind. Again, Farnham, the book’s obermench, fails miserably in his meticulously planned escape, murdering one of his few friends (and a fellow slave) in the process. Also, the turnabout in racial power as a result of a nuclear war between the world’s white powers was an interesting concept and could have been something great, but…. *ahem* moving on.

Sadly, Heinlein couldn’t let such conclusions stand, so he gives Farnham the hot young girl and a happy ending, rather than the ignoble end hanging from a meat-hook he deserved. Rather than just flipping the circumstances of white and black, he made the black slave masters cannibals, just so you don’t forget that they’re eeeevil. Farnham’s surviving family all became cartoonish villians who just love being slaves, so he won’t feel bad about abandoning them for his hot young trophy wife.

It’s a mixed bag, for certain, but it’s far from the worst book ever written; hell, it’s not the worst book Heinlein ever wrote. It really should have been a lot better, though. I find that ending is much more fitting if you assume that the post-nuclear world was the same world from The Road, and then further imagine that Farnham’s Freehold was eventually raided by marauding white cannibals.

As for Joe the Plumber, he’s just another Repug fuckwit who will vote to raise his own taxes because he’s ideologically opposed to raising them for the rich. How fucking stupid can you get? He fantasizes about making enough that a slight tax increase for the top 5% will effect him, gets really really angry about the redistribution of wealth taking away his hard earned fantasy salary, then bends over so the actual top 5% can more easily roger his ass with no lube. I’m sick of toadies like him. Somebody get this jackass a bag of dicks to eat and a shitbox to tonguejack. If he’s what passes for a “real American,” then America is well and truly done.

They may bring up Jimmy the Greek. That would be helpful!

/sad

Joe the Plumber
A-dances on all fours
A-dances on all fours
Hes in his birthday suit
Hes in his birthday suit
Hes in his birthday suit
Hes in his birthday suit
And ooooooooh! a-here we go again

When I was about eight or ten, we were visiting some friends and the adults were having a discussion about the dreaded Communist Menace. Someone quoted the “from each according to his ability; to each according to his need” thing as an example of this dastardly, world-fucking philosophy. So, I asked, in complete innocence, “How is that different from what churches do by passing around the collection plate?”

“Well, the church doesn’t demand that you do that.”

“No, but God does, right?”

Whereupon I was immediately sequestered in the other room to watch teh teevee with the door closed. Which, of course, allowed me to delve into the guy’s stash of Playboy in complete privacy.

Heh. Precocious little jagoff, weren’t I?

God, this is just a modern American ritual, isn’t it? You get outed on TV, and you fly everyone in your family to NY on the networks’ expenses, doing the rounds of talk shows. Is Joe the Plumber on “The View” tomorrow? How about “Dancing With the Stars?” Is he doing Colbert next?