The third debate is in the bag. I’m up early so journalism is still beginning its writeups and analysis of the performances.
All I know is that UNLV needs to check for contamination around Donald Trump’s podium. Because Hillary Clinton dropped a neutron bomb on the poor fucker.
He was outclassed from the opening salvos. Hillary Clinton had command of every topic that was brought up and was utterly unshakable. Donald Trump was reduced to blithering conspiracies by night’s end.
It was better than the first debate. We had lots of laughs about that one but this time Hillary Clinton came to fuck Trump’s shit up. She brought out the worst of him. Laid him bare. Filleted him at every turn.
If you didn’t see Donald Trump lose and lose bigly last night, you’re a fucking moron. He’s like the Black Knight from The Holy Grail; he’s lost all of his limbs but still continues to insist that he can win a fight. He got beat so bad that I don’t think his rallies will be the same. But I could be wrong. If there’s one thing that Donald Trump lacks, it’s self awareness. He will continue with his boring, pathetic campaign until he gets stomped in the only referendum that matters in a few weeks.
Anyone who is afraid to lose a bet about who wins can now comfortably lay money down today. It’s over. To quote the late Bill Nunn:
“Ooh, it’s a devastating right and Hate is hurt, he’s down. Left-Hand Hate KOed by Love.”
Still listening to the tube. Sarah Huckabee Sanders, who spins bullshit faster than a cyclone is going on about how Donald Trump is the right man for the job because he’s the outsider candidate who has never been in politics. That totally brought me back to the time when he said it was best for him to not know too much about NATO. Then I look at my Facebook and see that Gary Johnson is saying that him not knowing anything about the wider world is a point of strength for him.
One thing is screamingly obvious: there is a strong correlation between right wing politics and rank dilettantism. And I want to know why it’s a feature and not a bug. I am probably not eloquent enough to tell you. I can ask the question and lay out some of the evidence. I fear that the answer would take a book length discussion.
Populism is the belief in the power of regular people. It sounds real good, as long as you’ve never actually met any people.
Let’s put aside the fact that Gary Johnson and Donald Trump aren’t regular people. What I’m trying to figure out is why certain people are reticent to hire professionals for an indescribably complex job. As has been said in many places, politics must be the only service industry where you don’t want to hire someone who knows how to do the work.
I want a lawyer to be able to read a bill, for example. Little stuff like that.
But instead, we’re half as likely to let anyone run us in the name of God or Mammon as long as he has “our values”.
The word “demagogue” is old. They are everywhere, as always. Danger on the edge of town. The American people love a good demagogue and will listen to lies that confirm their narrow prejudices about their neighbor-be they next door or across a sea- whom they are frightened, spiteful, and wary of.
It goes like this, I guess: simpleton ‘personalities'(lacking a better word) ingratiate themselves to simpleton followers and that’s how you get dumbasses thinking they can run a government. A government, I might add, that the right wing hates. The function of a right wing politician is not to fix government, but eliminate it. So he/she doesn’t have to be any good at being in office, since he/she’s not going to do the job.
This distaste for government and a total dismissiveness of effective leadership is a funhouse distortion of the ideals of our revolution. Few seem to remember that our baby nation couldn’t keep its shit together for a decade after the last shot of the war. Brave and brilliant men were sent to Philadelphia in 1787 to do a better job in what? Governing.
These were men of letters. Men of reason. They listened to each other, argued passionately and did the best they could to craft a new government-surely an imperfect one-but one that the fledgling states could abide by.
It is wrong to hire idiots to uphold the binding document they produced. I don’t care how much he or she “thinks like you”, “stands for your values” or “tells it like it is”, you must insist on someone better than yourself to run a country, unless you got the time.
Donald Trump and Gary Johnson are idiots. Their ideas about politics, if you want to call them something, are terrible. And they come to you with a resume that doesn’t fit with the job they are interviewing for. And I want to know why you, the conservative employer, thinks “that’s the guy I want to leave a call back number for”.
They’re literally advertising how dumb they are.
Why is that OK with you?
My TV is about 30 feet or so away from my computer. It’s on all day, tuned to you guessed it, MSNBC. I’m not thrilled about it because I think Phil Griffin has hollowed the network out like a fucking jack ‘o lantern, but the alternative is the Corey Lewandowski Network or…no, that’s my only real alternative, let’s be real here. Anyway, about an hour and a half ago,Andrea Mitchell, who needs to retire for all her worth as an investigative reporter, put Ben Carson on to talk about Donald’s inability to talk about veteran’s issues. I had to half listen, distract myself, because I knew whatever he said was going to put a hurt on my processors. I also knew that if he said something characteristically fucking idiotic, someone on the internet would tell me sooner or later.
In effort to clean up his former White House rival’s remarks, Carson suggested Trump chalk it up to a lesson learned of how to navigate a politically correct environment.
“Well, you know, in a politically correct atmosphere in which we exist, you are never supposed to say that somebody’s weak, particularly a vulnerable group,” Carson told MSNBC. “He needs to learn that lesson, I guess, if he’s gonna function well in a politically correct atmosphere.”
which reduces properly to
“Well, you know, in a
politically correct atmosphere in which we exist, you are never supposed to say that somebody’s weak, particularly a vulnerable group,” Carson told MSNBC. “He needs to learn that lesson, I guess, if he’s gonna function well in a politically correct atmosphere.”
So Trump, according to Carson, needs to learn to be more polite when he is being insulting.
Since he once had his hands in someone’s head, he talked like a doctor. He chose to liken PTSD to a virus, one that some people are immune to and others are not.
“But basically what he’s saying is that people are exposed — a large number of people are exposed to something, but only some of them are affected. It’s very much like when you’re in an environment where there’s a virus going around,” he said. “Some people have strong immunity, some people have less strong immunity, and some people are affected by it and some people are not.”
“The ones who are affected by it are not inferior individuals by any stretch of the imagination,” he continued. “It’s just that their system did not withstand it. That’s what he’s saying. He just didn’t explain it correctly.”
Fascinating analogy. One that says nothing about PTSD, but thanks for the homespun, Ben. But you are right, Dr. Demento. He didn’t explain it correctly. That’s because he’s an unapologetic bag of shit and I have never seen in my sweet short life so many people work so hard to translate the utterances of an individual who speaks the native tongue of his or her audience.
I haven’t kicked dirt on Allen West in a while. I don’t go to his corner of the Internet much, because I have enough trouble remaining grounded in reality following the news that isn’t delivered by assholes and crazy people. Why am I working on a word count over this cuckoo? Well, he came to the defense of Guess Who after he said this about certain traumatized veterans:
“When you talk about the mental health problems, when people come back from war and combat — and they see things that maybe a lot of the folks in this room have seen many times over and you’re strong and you can handle it, but a lot of people can’t handle it,” Trump said.
A friend of mine wanted to give the benefit of the doubt to Donald for not meaning the subtext, but I disagreed, given his disrespect toward veterans in the past(see John McCain). What he said is that PTSD sufferers are not strong. That is offensive, untrue and dangerous. If he meant what I think he meant he’s pond scum; if he didn’t mean what was implied he needs to find a job that doesn’t require you to put forth a clear thought. But Trump can’t hide his contempt for those he thinks are losers; people like Michael Savage are whispering in his ear who say things like
I am so sick and tired of everyone with their complaints about PTSD, depression. Everyone wants their hand held, and a check — a government check. What are you, the only generation that had PTSD? The only generation that’s depressed? I’m sick of it. I can’t take the celebration of weakness and depression.
See, I was raised a little differently. I was raised to fight weakness. I was raised to fight pain. I was raised to fight depression. Not to give into it. Not to cave into it and cry like a little baby in bed. “Boo-hoo-hoo. Boo-hoo-hoo.”
And then, there’s Allen B. West, who was at this veteran’s conference where Trump said that stupid shit. He’s got a lot to say. Now before we begin, let’s understand that West is one of those clowns who left the military but still acts like he’s in it. Which is funny…have you ever taken on the affectations of a job that you were fired from?
He led off cussing using asterisks, and relayed the things Donald said. Then this:
Ok, let me explain something to these liberal progressive media chuckleheads, having served in several combat zones myself.
Two combat zones. One of which was in Kuwait, the other where you decided to have your soldiers beat a man you are supposed to be protecting and mock execute him. I’m not saying that the man didn’t see some battle-maybe he did-but he comes off as having stepped on the bloody crushed skulls of his enemies sometimes, wearing a necklace made from the ears of his kills. Fact is, he served with dishonor.
So anyway, this motherfucker is all in on the idea that Trump didn’t misspeak at all-that there are pussies that can’t handle shit as well as others:
Yes, there are those who are able to deal with the rigors and challenges of combat better than others. That has been the case throughout the history of combat.
Science and common observation says no. ANYONE can come back seeing some shit they wish they hadn’t seen. I remember in ’04 when I came back from Iraq there were a spate of wife killings at the hands of rangers and airborne troops who didn’t come back with all their marbles. Those fuckers were tough, but they were sick and hurt. So let’s dispense with this idea that there are perfect killing machines.
Then he says that CNN shouldn’t “make something” of the statement. Yet here you are, Allen, giving meaning to it.
You don’t want to read this whole thing and neither do I. He quotes the bible, offers some anecdote about how he used military mumbo-jumbo to give “hope” to a suffering soldier. Then he goes on an incoherent tirade about Hillary Clinton And Obama and how they don’t care about the VA or the soldiers. I can’t, folks. I can’t.
Mentally drained, Allen must have sat staring at Word for a long time, trying to find a way to wrap this jeremiad up. He decided on Republican Mad Libs:
This story is deceitful and should not be regarded whatsoever. It’s apparent that Donald Trump isn’t just running against Hillary Clinton…he’s running against the progressive socialist machine, and that includes the Alinksy(sic) spin masters at CNN.
I’m starting to wonder-did Allen West get his 10-day cooldown and debrief?
When it comes to shutting the fuck up at the right time, conservatives have had it hard. Generally, they’re rude assholes with unpopular and controversial opinions. And you are to blame if you recognize this-you’re just politically correct if you are offended. They’ll never understand that you just aren’t an asshole.
Anyway, what I’m trying to get around to is that Josh Marshall’s baby TPM gleefully reported that Glenn Reynolds, the Instapundit, has been suspended from Twitter. Glenn made his bones in the early days of the blogosphere by serving as a clearinghouse for conservative thought. His posts would consist of a cut and paste from some shiny thing he found, and then he would invariably add the phrase “Heh. Indeed.”to the end of of it. Yup, that’s all- and he was the #1 stop for conservative blog readers for years because of it. And like everyone else who got heavy traffic back then, he now has a paying gig in the post-blog world. It used to annoy me-I mean, I didn’t work especially hard, but some bloggers really had it easy for no discernible reason.
So Glenn does longform now at USA Today-and his latest argument seems to be that we should vote for Trump because he will fuck up things so much that the rest of the government will wake up, turn against him and do its job. This is not an original strain of thought; it’s actually similar to an argument used by angry lefties who think that electing Trump will be so bad that it will bring about their true revolutionary sweetheart once he is done ruining everything. I don’t know about you folks, but I don’t bet unless I know I’m going to win, and I wouldn’t bet on either of those rosy scenarios. They sound good, they have a certain internal logic to them, but they are ultimately bullshit and wishful thinking. But nevermind that for now. It seems that Glenn misses shortform commentary-and you know where to go for that! Sometime before 9pm last night, he tweeted his response to the blockage of traffic by Charlotte protestors:
“Run them down.”
Someone had an extra gin and tonic while leaning over his keyboard last night. But really, it’s actually what he thinks. He’s just getting caught for it. Being mean-spirited is part of the conservative psyche-there’s always a shitty opinion about someone or something rattling around in their heads. Sometimes it’s cloaked really well and very intellectual. Sometimes, it’s only 140 characters or less.
UPDATE: You didn’t really think that Reynolds was going to let this go, did you? Right on cue, he played the aggrieved, censored victim of political correctness. Why, he’s just a reasonable, misunderstood citizen:
“I fully support people protesting police actions, and I’ve been writing in support of greater accountability for police for years,” he wrote. “But riots aren’t peaceful protest. And blocking interstates and trapping people in their cars is not peaceful protest — it’s threatening and dangerous, especially against the background of people rioting, cops being injured, civilian-on-civilian shootings, and so on.
Now I know this sounds quasi-rational. But it’s really just his made up way of not having to be contrite for telling people to run down protestors. This here is my fave, though:
I wouldn’t actually aim for people blocking the road, but I wouldn’t stop because I’d fear for my safety, as I think any reasonable person would.”
Run them down, but don’t aim! And the Ben Carsonesque advice to just drive through the protest is hilarious. There must be so few reasonable people, since no one fucking does this, Glenn. What a fucking warrior you are. Give me a break.
As a retired shut-in, I live primarily through Facebook. I get all of my news through its feed and I don’t have to go anywhere else to find out what is going on. I’m following enough stuff to piece together the days happenings-at least I think so. All my friends and family are there too, recording their lives for me, and telling me how they feel through photos, videos, memes, and likes.
Occasionally it bugs me, how plugged in I am. I’ve quit for months at a time and done amazing and bizarre things. But I think I can tell that I’m fairly normal. Facebook owns our collective ass and it’s getting harder to get by without it-in some places, like the disappointing Huffington Post, you may not comment without an account. I’m waiting for a post-Facebook world but I see it only becoming more entangling.
I just want to get that out there because I used to get my news from those links on the right of this post. I want you to go get your news there too. But I follow them on Facebook instead. This is kind of jerked off, because I am depriving them of clicks, which is what every blogger craves and covets. I should change that. Fuck, this confessional is a post on its own.
I wanted to post a meme from Facebook that irritated me. Here:
Listen to the pledge in your head.
Say anything about rights? Any clues as to its meaning?
Of course the fuck not. That’s because it’s nothing but a battle hymn with a soaring cadence that has become highly effective at pulling emotional heartstrings when sung by talented performers at public events.
What really bugs people about this whole not standing for the anthem is because it’s a stand-in for that other patriotic prop:the flag. Not paying your respects to the anthem is disrespecting the star spangled banner. As we know, that drives some people fucking crazy. One popular and virulent strain of thought is that brave people died for that flag to secure our rights. So, by yet another extension, you are disrespecting the troops. This, of course, is nonsense. Not even the revolutionary war soldiers died for them. It’s obvious to any novice scholar that American wars are wars of conquest, not defense. Our “liberties” have never been guarded by a single soldier marching under that flag.
But, regardless of facts, perception confers meaning to these exhortations and symbols. So we gotta live with this bullshit reasoning. I’m of course on the side of those who take a knee, I’m just not jazzed about the way we frame the act. But perhaps that’s the only way to get the right kind of attention. Time will tell. Today, a black man was assassinated by police with his hands over his head. The kneelers, like it or not, are onto something.
I didn’t get my degree in economics. Everything I know about the subject is like a fabric made of motley stitchings. I do what I can to know what I’m talking about. It’s complex. It involves math and countless variables. In America, we hate numbers like crushed tomatoes. There are people who pen hasty polemics that don’t show that the author understands the difference between the national debt and the deficit. And even when they do distinguish these large numbers, they don’t understand why we can sustain that debt and why it is important to global finance that it doesn’t get paid back too quickly, if it does so at all. It makes no sense on its face, but our debt makes the world hum-we are A Safe Bet. And we still finance at ass-kicking low rates.
Sustainable? I’m gonna pull a Donald Trump and say: look at the world. You see what’s going on. America is still great for the profit class-surprisingly stable- and that is a fucking ineluctable fact. Oh, sure, someday soon the house of cards we call capitalism will eventually collapse when labor can’t afford to buy its own products(we’re already halfway there) but for now, we are still an economic powerhouse that attracts investment. We will be part of tomorrow one way or another and the world knows it. And that truth transcends the numbers and the graphs. America has its thumb on the global economic scale, so worry not about the big scary zeroes, friends.
That’s all a circuitous way of coming around to talking about the goddamn Epipen. Does its saga make any sense? When a private company makes a vital product, can it be relied upon to provide it in a responsible fashion? This is a question we should be asking when a company like Mylan risks the health of thousands to make millions.
You’ve all seen the story, no need to recap. It’s pretty obvious by now that Mylan got caught being super greedy. Everyone in the upper echelons gets paid when they retag the price of the auto-injector, their flagship product since 2007. This last time around though, they took such a big bite that everyone noticed. Now the company is under political fire for their gouging.
I understand and accept that every company has to include in its price several things, including profit. And I understand grudgingly that this profit must increase. Such is the nature of a growth-oriented economy. But damn, when you’ve got a consumer base that isn’t going anywhere, that is to say, a group that can get sick and die without your shit, hold your horses before you rob them. Slowly, slowly screw them over so they don’t notice or don’t mind.
Mylan has a lot of chutzpah. Their product’s component parts are valued at approximately twenty dollars. The delivery system is not their own invention-that would be some guy at NASA. Now they are tweaking the design of the original auto-injector so they can patent it. They pulled off an incredible marketing coup by tying federal grants to placement of the pen at schools. The FDA has shielded them from competition, swatting down several possible rivals. All while enjoying inversion. So they are having a GOOD run. All the planets are aligned for continuing good fortune for Mylan Pharmaceuticals.
By the bloodless rules of supply and demand, Mylan can do whatever it wants as long as the market can hack it. And they have. Which brings us back to the question-should lifesaving medicine be exposed to market forces? After all, in other areas of the economy there are metrics in place for when regulators must step in, when trusts need busting, and when prices need some controllin’. Know what I say? If drug companies cannot mind their manners in the free martketplace, then they get an offer they can’t refuse. Buy them out. Take a controlling interest in the company. Am I suggesting a little socialism? Sure. A little red-line of sorts. Wouldn’t be the first thing we planned out. Some parts of it are too important to be left to the caprice of shareholder desires. Besides, they get most of their R&D budget from the government to start with. It’s at least in bad taste to be screwing over the taxpayer if you are in pharmacueticals.
My pinko dream may never need to come. Public outcry may be enough to shame the companies and our politicians into acting. I guess that’s the reason for the sudden decision by Mylan to produce a generic for its own product. Which, to this untrained mind, makes no sense at all.
What the actual fuck is all this about?
That’s what the French Riviera wants to know. So much so that they don’t want it on their beaches. That, friends, is what they are dubbing a “burkini”. This is a way for Muslim women to enjoy the beach while adhering to the Koranic dictate for women’s modesty .
Now when I read the Koran, I never ran into anything in it that demanded that woman cover herself the way that so many Muslim women do. It’s rather unspecific; the term is “modest”. I think we’ve all seen how far that’s been taken. And I really don’t think Muhammad intended for women to suffer discomfort or shame because of the weather. I’ve been to the big sandbox-it’s like being under a broiler. Then again, who knows because Muhammad was insane, believing he had talked to God.
The French beaches are wrong to discriminate against burkini wearers. As fucking stupid as it is to wear one, there is nothing inherently wrong with it. There’s no talking anyone out of their absurd religious beliefs. If a woman wants to roast in a full body wetsuit, let ’em have at it. Forbidding them from public space is only going to make their communities more isolated. You’re not teaching them anything-perhaps you think you are engineering liberation, but really you are fostering intolerance and discrimination. Leave them alone. It’s probably tough enough as it is to be a Muslim woman living in a doctrinaire household, where your husband can slap you around with God’s blessing.
We are cursed with the scourge of religion everywhere we look in this world. Yet in America, we are entreatied by our highest laws to respect it. As a nonbeliever here, I have to walk a fine line, wishing for its dissolution while acknowledging its importance to people. The French, who are more secular than we are, should be more practical about assimilating its Muslim community. It goes against all my fibers to rule in favor of respecting strict Islamic women’s dress codes, but it can’t be stopped just by covering women even more.
I can be a very bad lefty sometimes. I am often not good at being politically correct. It’s something I probably need to work on. Mea culpa.
I also get off on rank juvenility. Oops.
It is with these things in mind that I laugh my ass off at this:
As you probably already know, these statues were found in major cities across the country. Who’s surprised that the man with the big fat mouth has a teeny peeny? I fucking hope Trump sees these and sheds a tear privately because he fucking sucks as a human being and deserves to be embarrassed.
Shaming Trump as a response to the many offensive comments cited in the media since he announced his run for President doesn’t make us better than him. It puts us on the very same level. Turning the abuser into the victim just makes you the new abuser. I know it’s supposed to be about taking back power, but at what cost? Is it worth lowering ourselves to the same level as the man who is so often called out for inciting hate? Two wrongs will never make a right, no matter how hard we try to justify our actions and words.
There’s apparently two reasons that “our side” shouldn’t yuk it up about these statues: 1) body shaming is passe and 2) do unto others. We would be incensed if someone made effigies of Mrs. Clinton so we must not do this with Mr. Trump. Well, I guess there’s a point there. Perhaps there are better ways to disempower a piece of garbage like Donald Trump.
I’m torn. I understand the high road reasoning but on the other hand, jesus, it’s just a dick joke, give it a rest. I grew up in a generation raised on Truly Tasteless Jokes-I don’t have standards when it comes to humor. I’ll take it low and dirty-and clearly, Donald Trump will too, so fuck him. It’s been a nasty election and Donald is reaping what he has sown. I just don’t feel like being right, or correct at this juncture. After all, what are rules of engagement to a snake like Trump?