Instakarma

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.

 

 

Representations And What They Aren’t

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:

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Jesus Christ.

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.

 

Capital Punishment

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Burkini Atoll

What the actual fuck is all this about?

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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.

The Nude Bomb

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:

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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.

I’m in the wrong, though:

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?

 

Hamming It Up

Ken Ham, the bible brandishing, excitable, man-sized rodent is twittering nervously about shit he doesn’t understand again. Much like Donald Trump, he can’t stand to be alone with his thoughts for long because they make him sad-so he takes to the digital dump and blurts out his righteous, albeit defensive, ruminations.

I get it, Ken. Your non-seaworthy conceit is a flop. I suppose if I wasted 18 million dollars of Kentucky tax money I’d be a little on edge myself. I’d have taken to drinking or worse by now. But not you, Ken. You’re getting out in front of this and preaching the truth! How can I not be convicted when you tweet things like

Evolution is a supposed process involving death, death & more death–death is a necessary part–death for everyone–it’s a religion of death

Wowsers, Ken. I never thought of it that way. I bet no one has-who’d want to? But let me focus you a bit. You’ve got evolution confused with life itself. Evolution is a process of change, not death. Life, necessarily, involves death death death and so forth. It’s rather self evident. Don’t be afraid! That’s not religion. It’s real. What do we do with death? We punch it in its stupid death face. We say what Nietzsche said:“Was that life? Well then, once more!”Now, what else have you got for us?

Atheism is a blind faith that doesn’t explain the evidence and is not confirmed by observational science-it’s the religion of naturalism

Scattering like buckshot tonight, eh, Ken? No problem. I want to call your pronouncements strawmen but let’s keep it real simple since you do. Look, brother, I love you, but crawl up your own ass and die with this “atheism is a faith” garbage. I. Don’t. Have. Any. Belief. In. God. Period. I pretty much lack the faith gene-lord knows I tried to believe for a decade or so. Faith and belief require activity, Ken, a type of activity which I do not pursue. As for the evidence, I’ve seen what passes for evidence from you-you’ve raised scripture-twisting to an art, pulling out bullshit from between every holy word.

Ken, you’ve got me stymied on whether or not I am a “naturalist”. Good thing I am here on a blog where I can take a minute to prepare myself for an accusation. I think I may have read a book or two of its genre. Google:

a philosophical viewpoint according to which everything arises from natural properties and causes, and supernatural or spiritual explanations are excluded or discounted.

Guilty. That’s all I have to go on; that’s about all I know so far. But it begs the question: so fucking what? Once again, am I to be convicted because of my ignorance? Not by you or your kind. Never. People who are certain scare me.

But by now we should all be bedazzled by your logic, and therefore you deliver your coup de grace:

Christianity is a faith that explains the evidence and is confirmed by observational science–it’s the true faith.

And it is here that we find the source of Ken’s loneliness, because there aren’t even very many believers who think that is true. Most Christians are very comfy with compartmentalizing faith and science. Rare is the bird who thinks that bastardized cut and paste book contains all the secrets of the universe. I’ve read it a few times. It really isn’t that good as books go. Shit, Dianetics makes more sense than Christianity if I’m completely honest.

I gotta go, Ken. My religious, naturalistic, death loving life calls. Fuck yourself hard, would you?

Donald Trump Is Making Me Lose My Mind

In a number of ways.

I was wrong about Herr Trump-I thought we’d have dispatched him by December of last year. Most if not all of his contenders parroted a familiar Republican orthodoxy. But they were all swept away by a particularly virulent strain of populism. Donald Trump dug deep into America’s amygdala and spoke like some people’s idea of a regular guy. Which meant that he trafficked in bigotry, misogyny, gossip, anti-intellectualism, petty insults and Chicken Little-style patriotism. A regular joe but with millions-then again, we will not know what Trump is really worth since he’s scared to release his tax returns.

Populism, I have learned, is not always good. The People can be fairly fuckin’ stupid. At least 40% of potential voters will choose this life support system for a disheveled, orange angora rabbit no matter what he says. That alone is driving me to distraction.

Something else is happening, though.

Yesterday, Donald Trump suggested that gun nuts might shoot Hillary Clinton and/or her Supreme Court justices if she becomes president. I was flummoxed. It seems that this is some of Donald Trump’s vaunted humor; the problem is that he’s not funny at all. He knows damn well that the “Second Amendment people” are his people and some of their “remedies” are lethal in nature. That comment went straight to the bones of some really sick ass folk. And I’ve never seen the Trump machine go into damage control that fast. They knew he had screwed the pooch but good this time.

Every damn day, Trump sinks lower as his poll numbers do the same. Each utterance is worse than the next. And I think we’re all collectively beat down by it. I know I’m feeling it-all I can really think about is how fucked up Donald Trump is. I’m upset about this because I can’t remember details about why I support Hillary Clinton, whom I chose over Bernie Sanders as the pragmatist that I am. All I know now is Not That Guy. All my pragmatist scruples are working overtime to make sure this shitbird never gets close to holding office. In the meantime, my arguments for Clinton are foundering-perhaps they were not all that well rooted in the first place. But I know Hillary Clinton is essentially a good person. She’s a liberal with a voting record to prove it. She learns and evolves and clearly loves details. She knows that issues are complex and don’t lend themselves to bromides well. She’s calm under the gun. Tax reform. Childcare. Healthcare. Education. Infrastructure. Minimum wage….

There, I did it. I found some of my Clinton love underneath this miasma that Trump has created. But I spend a lot of my time just amazed at him. He’s a cancer that must be removed, and I’d hire lesser lights than Hillary Clinton to stop him.

I’d even take Jim Webb. That’s how far in the weeds I’d go.

 

Speak Easy

The Internet has a big jump on me, but I just thought I’d share my theory on why the entire Republican party is killing itself, just twisting and writhing in every direction to explain away Melania Trump’s remarkable ability to channel Michelle Obama word for word at the Cleveland convention last night.

It isn’t the fact that she, or whoever wrote the speech, stole. I just saw a couple of bits of Barack Obama channeling Deval Patrick when he was just a pup of a Democratic candidate for president. Lord knows every spin machine the Republican organization has running flashed BIDEN BIDEN BIDEN when they got the unfortunate news that they had a cribber on their side. We are not clean whatsoever, we liberals, from the stain of poor scholarship.

It’s really about Michelle Obama and what she stands for. Who she stands for.

Michelle Obama, you see, is a liberal. That is what is killing them-that a Democrat may have authored part of a Republican’s speech.

Icky! Gross.

For as long as I can remember, the Republican party, if they are anything at all, are the party of values. Family values. Patriotic values. Traditional breadbasket of America religious values. If they could apply for a patent on the definition, they would have. No one has a monopoly on the values racket quite the way the GOP does. Without the patina of moral superiority, the modern Republican party might not survive-because all you have left then is a bunch of poor suckers helping rich people help themselves to the public largesse in the hopes that they too will someday be wealthy. Capitalism alone won’t bring home the wins. Values, prudish self-righteous convictions are key.

My point is that this scandal is sickening them because of the source of the plagiarized material. An abortion-eating Islamic devil worshipper like Michelle Obama can’t possibly have a thing to say when it comes to capital V values! That is where the true bitterness about this scandal really lies. Melania Trump, if you listen to her, is all air-just like her husband-but she made the mistake of being pumped up by the rousing speech of a dirty libtard school lunch policing ape socialist Muslim. All the horrible shit you want to think…that’s what is buoying the Republican response to Melania being caught mouthing Democratic words. They despise the story because of the origin of her speech. Had she been snagged lifting a Republican homily, I think the discourse would change a bit. It would be easier to blame the media. It would be easier to accept her plagiarism if it was coming from her side of the ledger. It would be far less embarrassing if she had lifted from David Duke or Lyndon LaRouche. She brought the stink of democracy with her. That is what they cannot abide.

I’d like to give an honorable mention to someone I have typed many nasty words about. His spin on this, however demented, is almost what you could call “nice”. I’m talking about Ben Carson. He hit me in the heart with this:

“Well, I think what we should be thinking about is if Melania’s speech is similar to Michelle Obama’s speech, that should make us all very happy because we should be saying, whether we’re Democrats or Republicans, we share the same values,” the retired neurosurgeon and former Republican presidential candidate told reporters. “That’s what we should be talking about. Not trying to make it into a controversy.”

That’s about as genuine of an emotion that you will get coming from the hot mess that is all things Republican. Savor it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Learning A New Language

Hi folks.

It would appear that I have unceremoniously dumped this blog. I think I’ve posted twice this month. Nothing has gotten any better in the world-you would think that equals more to write about, and you may be right.

But I’m going through some changes. I have become a Clozapine patient.

This is supposed to help me think clearer. It has not exactly done that. It has altered my thinking, and clouded it a bit. I am struggling to get over some sort of mental hump, which my doctor says I will overcome in due time.

I started this blog in 2007, occasionally going for political laughs.

If you’ve been with me for a while circa 2011, you know I rechristened this blog as a wild-minded, delusional outburst due to my struggle with bipolar disorder. Many of you laughed while I cried out loud, and that was what I wanted.

I have recovered. In 2015, I took the blog in a new/old direction, concentrating my fire on the right wing in this country once again. Like all bloggers, I did it for myself. And if someone wanted to join me on this journey of agitation for just a couple of minutes a day, then that made me happy.

I had a good head of steam going until I quit my job to become a full time Clozapine user. My doctor has been pushing me to use it ever since I’ve been with her. The drug requires an investment. I have to get my blood tested once a week to ensure the drug isn’t causing something called agranulocytosis, which is a fancy way of saying that your white blood cell count is tanking. One in 100 Clozapine users have this issue. In case you are wondering, as of this writing I am not one of the exceptions.

It causes a laundry list of possible side effects. The two I am struggling with is drooling, and having considerable trouble going from sitting to standing. This drug is work-prohibitive in light of all the new things I am going through to be a patient.

I can manage all of this, if there is a benefit to be had. I am having some clarity, but not enough yet, not enough to balance all this new shit that I’m doing. But I’ve committed to this, and have to see if it gives me relief from my disease.

But anyway, the blog has been dead. Lord knows we live in strange times, and I should be here documenting it. I shall return, soon enough. I just wanted to explain that I’m on some new brain juice and I am not quite comfortable writing in what I think would be a new voice.

Catch you later. Something is going to irritate me to the point of distraction and I’ll need to share it.

A Village Keeps Its Idiot

Thank fuck that even Nevada’s Republicans have a modicum of sanity; Tits McGee is stuck on the farm team. This is a good sign; maybe the crest is breaking and these right-wing maniacs are falling into disfavor. It might be the Trump effect-no Republican is nor will be insulated from Donald Trump’s disgusting megalomania.

I’m so happy for Nevada-that you decided not to support Michelle Fiore for any higher office than that which she already has. You had a choice between boobs, guns and mental illness or something that is recognizable as a governing official.

You chose wisely.