Do You Even Know How to Analogy?

Joe Nocera, the Motherfucking New York Times:
Obama’s Bay of Pigs

I don’t know why I didn’t do this ages ago. I mean, the New York Times is a distinguished newspaper with a long track record and while their conservative pundits might be embarrassing at best, they are at least trying to look semi-coherent. For those who’ve been seeking shelter from the ever-shrinking tide of Endless Obamacare posts, this seems like a safe harbor.

Now, of course, as I write this, I haven’t done more than look over the title and I haven’t even selected my image for the post yet, but I’m sure that’s not at all a foreboding warning of what’s to come.

So what’s today’s post about anyways?

Shorter:

  • The Obamacare rollout is exactly like the Bay of Pigs invasion. When it’s not worse.

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Do You Feel Like a Man, When You Push Her Around?

Maureen Dowd, Seriously, New York Times, What the Fuck Did we Ever do to you to Deserve this Shit:
Why the Y?

I have a fantasy.

That one day a strapping young man will give me a lift on his time machine and I can finally go back in time and strangle whoever thought it would be a great idea to give Maureen fucking Dowd a regular column.

Now, I know there are people who less deserve a regular column expressing opinions in major metropolitan newspapers. Bobo Brooks, Douchehat, JoeDonBob Surber, Dr. Stangel-Krauthammer, George Fucking Will. But Maureen Dowd just seems the most galling.

And I think I know why. All of them, Maureen Dowd included, are pathetic nepotistic beneficiaries of “both sides are equal” delusions of “objectivity” that somehow means that right-wing ignoramuses be highlighted more than slightly liberal columnists who are at least aware of the world that exists.

But Maureen Dowd is an extra crotch grab to the insult, as the excuse for her nepotistic hire is that they wanted to deal with their “no girls” allowed mentality by hiring a “feminist” who could be counted on to relate nothing but sexist garbage and Mean Girl™ cliches.

Cause, you know, if you weren’t quite yet convinced that the New York Times was a sexist pile of trash, what with the way they are the most reliable marks for every “50s gender roles is totes nature” evo psych “paper” ever written, the snide dismissal every time they are required to write about a prominent woman, or the number of major columnists who are twue believers in various sexist conspiracy theories, then hiring an anti-feminist nitwit with massive daddy issues as their “feminist” columnist might, just might, be that last little clue.

Shorter (or the last port before Jungle):

  • Even genetics is in on the conspiracy to make men more feminized and smaller so that the feminazi hordes can conquer and harvest their sperm energy and establish the Eternal Amazonian Empire and the death of all men!

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Happy Indigenous Genocide Day

Wednesday Addams judges your holiday’s history.

Madeline Crabb, Rød America:
Thanksgiving — A time for gratefulness to God

Thanksgiving is a really fucking weird holiday. I mean, I’m not the first one to note this shit, but Thanksgiving has always been more than a little fucked up.

Like many holidays its a pagan feast day run through the xerox machine a couple of times and given vaguely Christian and/or capitalist overtones. It’s supposed to be a day of mindfulness and being thankful for what you have, but the retail orgy that is Black Friday is spilling more and more into it and everyone seems to be trying to do their best to not think too much about the holiday and its implications.

And then, we’ve got the official history, which, yeah, snarky title, but that is kind of how that whole thing ended up, with hundreds of years of genocide, broken promises, and just generally being a dick to the people who had actually been living here.

And that official history gets even more dark when you start to think about why this official history is even raised as “important”. I mean, at best, the much vaunted “first thanksgiving” was just a day (the whole “thanksgiving” thing was an already long established christianization of “harvest feast days” that were supposed to complement fasting periods) largely caused by a bunch of natives justifiably nervous about all the gunfire around their camps and wanting to check up on this “feast” the settlers were saying it was for.

At worst, it was a colony of religious assholes who believed they were entitled to anything good that ever happened to them, so fuck the people who actually kept them from dying. As they were saved from certain death caused by them being religious lunatics who knew nothing about preparing a new settlement for winter by sympathetic natives, they responded largely by many years of just utterly dicking around with the nearby settlements and blaming them for all ills when they weren’t busy blaming them on witches (which often translated to anyone who had favorable land and was speaking out about their being a dick to natives policies).

And then we get to the part where this holiday is used as the excuse to focus on Pilgrims as the “first Americans” and the “true Americans”, blessed by the very natives whose land they stole to represent what we think of as “America”. Despite the fact that they weren’t the first Anglican settlers and weren’t even that remarkable outside of the random importance given to this day.

A day whose modern interpretations are like most holidays products of 1950s suburban advertising. A day by Norman Rockwell painting are supposed to be about family and diversity but just end up meaning anyone who is in anyway non-normative is asked to sit down and shut up and lie about their life so that those who most fit the status quo can go on and on about their regressive bullshit without socially approved counter in the name of “family togetherness”.

But then, even though it’s this whole institution with so much stress and nasty history, it’s got good food and no one seems to care that much, so what use is it getting upset with the whole rigmarole?

As I said, it’s just a weird fucking holiday.

So let’s go to Renew America and let their pre-selected crew of time-traveling Klansmen make this even weirder.
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The Blood Sacrifices Can’t Fail, They Can Only Be Failed

Wait, blood sacrifices… ohhhhh, oh (/Cabin in the Woods)

Mark Steyn, National Klansman:
Knockouts High and Low

Obamacare, Obamacare… And might I also note that it isn’t even fresh takes on Obamacare. It’s not oh hey, did our last bullshit not work, let’s try a new smearing of shit. Nope, it’s just a bunch of old tired fucks looking at history relegating their political party to the same dustbin that houses the Whigs and trying to yell the same three or four falsehoods as loud as they can in the hope of making reality scratch its chin and go “you know, maybe I’ve been a little harsh, you make a good point there random crazy fuck”.

Oh, are you still unable to grasp the concept that acquiring health care isn’t just a matter of putting your latest trophy wife’s elective botox injection in your Amazon cart and clicking checkout? Or that your many years of demagoguing about the eeeeeevils of people getting services they don’t actually qualify for means that there’s a lot of checks and double checks that are federally mandated before they can sign anyone up for these services?

Well gosh, I guess you win and nobody ever needs health care ever again. It’s just so utterly mind-numbingly-

Wait, is that? It couldn’t be. Could it?

Is that a single fucking post that’s finally not about goddamn Obamacare?

Hallelujah, strike up the chorus and let’s get this angel orgy started. At long last, it seems like that even the endless stamina of right-wing psychos and paid hacks might be running out on this repetitive horseshit and we might start getting some new crazy to replenish our poor neglected swamp.

So what’s this one about anyways?

Shorter (or the last port before Jungle):

  • So as part of our plan to retroactively justify us gleefully celebrating the modern lynching of an unarmed black teenager by a man who has turned out to be just the violent fuck he appeared to be at first, we’ve decided to start just straight up ripping off racist conspiracies from Stormfront in the hopes of convincing our octagenarian racist white base to view black teenagers as animalistic murderers who kill defenseless old white people LIKE YOU for FUN! DUN DUN DUN! Seriously, though, this is your out for wanting to bring back lynching as your method of coping to the fact that you’re not going to erase the existence of a black president.

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Indie Tour Set 2: Who Am I to Feel So Free

I was originally going to photoshop something to do with his sad little self-promotion picture of him wondering to the camera just how to live with himself, but then I realized I couldn’t stand one more second staring at his face and I knew this would piss off the usual suspects, so I decided fuck it! “Happy” Transgender Day of Remembrance everybody!

Matt Walsh, Radio Douchebag’s Self Promotion Blog:
Some people don’t deserve a living wage

Obamacare, Obamacare, Obamacare. Yeah, fuck this noise, let’s take another duck down one of the lesser known tributaries and let the B-sides of the Right’s paid hack brigade have their temporary day in the sun, because, holy fuck am I out of anything to say about fucking Obamacare.

Today’s post is by some wannabe Rush Limbaugh libertarian douchebag with a radio show (and right there I described at least half the right-wing blogosphere), who was helpfully linked to by perennial punching bags, Gay Patriot.

Well, by linked, I mean linked to by a guest post that may or may not be written by Matt Walsh himself, because if we’re not willing to get lost in the really deep thickets then we can shut up and enjoy our Obamacare soup like all the other naughty children.

Shorter (or the last port before Jungle):

  • As I stated in the title: Some people deserve to die for want of a living wage. Think that’s harsh? Well, I’ve got my wingnut welfare gig, so fuck ’em. If they didn’t want to starve to death and die, they wouldn’t have… been alive and not me?

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Nobody Knows What It’s Like to be the Bad Man

I mean, for fuck’s sake, we’ve even got the t-shop ready for this kind of shit.

Richard Cohen, Even the Liberal Washington Post:
Richard Cohen

Richard Cohen has feelings. Feelings of an almost human nature about being lightly criticized for writing one of those easily criticized posts we’ve seen a million times before by those journalists addicted to “he said/she said horse races”. You know the type.

Shorter Wankjob:

  • The narrative of the primacy of the moderate must be upheld. Mean liberals claim that the other side is full of unmedicated psychotic bigots and bullies, but clearly they are misunderstood and not as bad. Also, here’s one who is a proper moderate and therefore better than all the meanie head extremist liberals who actually want to treat the lesser races as people.

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Indie Tour Set 1: Fagetarian and Dyke

Well, maybe this three hour tour won’t be so bad…

John “Jesus Was a” Carpenter, iPost, uPost, Wii All Post for Christian Post:
The Zero Sum Game of “Gay Rights”

Obamacare, Obamacare, Obamacare, Obamacare, Obamacare…

The fetid river reeks of the spilled blood of a thousand corpses. Nothing new for these well-trod veins through the heart of this vile jungle, but it has become worse to bear now.

Where once these streams flowed free well enough for our boat to avoid the rot and decay that surrounded us, the river has now dried up, leaving us stranded among the human wreckage, our every sense assaulted.

The unholy din from the trees hath been our only companion for who knows how many fortnights. A monomaniacal cry of Obamacare pierces through the day and night. Sleep is a distant dream and I fear what remains of my wits will die along with my body on this rotted wastes…

Or I could just say fuck it and take the stream less traveled.

Eh… fuck it.

Shorter (or the last port before Jungle):

  • If I can’t tell you are an inferior swine just by looking at you, then clearly you are the real bigoted oppressor. Take that, you fucking faggot!

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My Obamacare Brings All the Psychotics to the Yard

And they’re like it’s better than we were counting on… Damn right, it’s better than- *BANG* And that’s enough of that.

Joel B. Pollak, Wearing a Dead Man’s Blog:
Ellmers to Sebelius: Why Must Men Buy Maternity Coverage Under Obamacare?

Siiiiiiiiiiiggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

Obamacare*.

Shorter (or the last port before Jungle):

  • Ha ha ha, seriously Obamacare? You really think women exist? Oh ho, everyone knows that the only people in existence are white cismen and you supposed others are just the nightmare manifestations of our drug-fueled binges.

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Pretty much as I predicted, except that…

Via Roy we read this:

This reminded me of Pierre Trudeau, of whom it has been said, “It tells you everything that he honeymooned in the Soviet Union”…

Which sounds like an ok story if you’re a wingnut, except, of course, for this:

trudeau_honeymoon

Or in non-picture, Sadly, No! format:

Margaret [Trudeau] changed all that. At first, the relationship seemed a continuation of Trudeau’s abiding interest in younger women, a Trudeaumania narrowcasted into a marriage. The newlyweds took a skiing honeymoon in Whistler, B.C., media in tow, with everyone giddy over the refreshing hipness of Canada’s First Couple. When the Trudeaus took an official trip to the Soviet Union two months later…

I wonder who else was visiting the Soviet Union around that time.

 

Arthur, lover and beloved

I am not sure how much mirth this post will bring to the party, but a few hours ago one of my oldest and favorite Internet friends, GWPDA, lost her loving long time companion, a Shar-pei plenipotentiary, regal in bearing and dainty of foot, Arthur. He was 15 years at the time of his passing.

ARTHUR

His magnificence came to my personal attention around a decade ago. GWPDA and I were regulars at the Eschaton at the time and became fast friends. Between pictures that she shared and the tales that she told, Arthur became one of my most beloved beasts. I had always hopedo to meet him.

I do know that he met me after a fashion, for one year I sent him a dog toy of a variety I was assured he would enjoy along with a small bag of the most interesting loam I could dig up from my backyard, laden with a symphony of scents; traces of groundhog, raccoon, a variety of cats, and who knows what other varmentage. I have been told that he loved the small piece of Indiana that found a place in a backyard in Phoenix.

Among many of the wonderful things about the Internets, are the friendships made that otherwise would have never been made possible. I treasure each and every last one of you.

Write about love and being loved and loving. These are the things that My Boy brought.

GWPDA, I am not sure I have done you or Arthur the justice you both deserve, but know that I love you and will miss him dearly.