But hey, before you criticize Obama for what appears to be a really poor trade from of an overmatched GM, you have to first decide who’s side he’s really playing for. Because that changes the whole dynamic.
Context is key.
Former CBS reporter and Daily Signal senior independent contributor Sharyl Attkisson will testify at this week’s confirmation hearings for Loretta Lynch, who was nominated by President Obama to replace Eric Holder as U.S. Attorney General.
Attkisson, who was invited to speak on a panel of witnesses by the Senate Judiciary Committee led by Chuck Grassley, R-Iowa, will address issues concerning freedom of the press.
She tells The Daily Signal:
The Senate Judiciary Committee is concerned about a number of free press issues, as are many journalists. They want to touch on some of those issues at the hearing for the attorney general nominee.
Attkisson has been highly critical of the Justice Department in her investigative reporting of Operation Fast and Furious and the Benghazi terrorist attacks.
While covering these events, Attkisson alleges that the Justice Department illegally monitored her phone and computer.
— And, as it turns out, likely her car and travel patterns, too. Though she’s not alone in that.
As an aside, I find it humorous that we have in Jen Rubin, Shaw, and a number of others, today’s purported (and paid) opinion drivers for “the right” — when not so long ago they were accusing those of us with actual classical liberal sensibilities of being bloodthirsty warmongers who wish indiscriminately to kill — and doing so by intentionally and in bad faith misrepresenting what we wrote. But hey, I guess that gets you a paying gig in the world of the new nuanced, grown-up “right.”
Never, ever drink and drone.
Romneyism in one line: “Romney is determined to re-brand himself as authentic” http://t.co/sJgSvz7ZRL
— Allahpundit (@allahpundit) January 27, 2015
My deference duly paid, let me just add an addendum, in the form of an instructive: if you even conceive of authenticity as a kind of costume worn for specific audiences on specific occasions, your very misunderstanding of what authenticity actually is dictates that you have absolutely no chance of ever achieving it.
Romney is the GOP’s version of Zelig. And every bit as fictional. It’s time for him to exit, stage left — which would almost be like a political performative.
Well, first you have to think of aborted fetuses as babies, but at the very least I think we can all agree that what was killed were the biological conditions and materials that, left to their own devices would, in most cases, result in the completion of a human baby. Which, I grant, is a minor nitpick.
Beyond that, I don’t have much to write on the subject — mostly because the majority of those tethered to a political position on the abortion issue don’t bother to read anything that doesn’t confirm their biases, unless it’s with the goal in mind to seize a particular out of context phrase (eg., women “harboring” 5-month-old viable children, which evidently is a monstrous formation for a term of art that I suspect the feminist pro-choice absolutists will claim they own, their having uteri and whatnot, and those women with uteri who don’t happen to adopt their same viewpoints being nothing more than closet self-haters, or sufferers of false consciousness).
So instead, I figured I’d do what all the cool kids are doing today. Just create a hashtag and send it out into the world laden with as many implications as I can stuff into a tiny phrase. And for this purpose I’ve settled on the following: #HandsUpCocksDown
You can thank me later.
…unless it involves fundamental transformation, in the case of the US; the installation of the Muslim Brotherhood and the spread of a caliphate, in the case of Egypt and Yemen; and now, the deposing of Bibi Netanyahu in Israel in favor of some left-wing appeasenik who might actually take Obama’s feckless, bullshit approach to “peace” in the Middle East — which seems to involve empowering Iran and fighting all serious attempts to destroy Islamic radicalism — seriously:
Caroline Glick picked up on one article the Israeli left-wing paper Ha’aretz didn’t bother translating into English that details Obama’s involvement in the upcoming Israeli elections. A summary of the article is provided by IMRA (Independent Media Review & Analysis):
Haaretz reporter Roi Arad revealed in an article in the Hebrew edition today [January 26] that the foreign funded organization, “One Voice”, is bankrolling the V-2015 campaign to defeat Binyamin Netanyahu’s national camp in the March 2015 Knesset Elections.
One indication of the generous financing is that it has now flown in a team of five American campaign experts (including Jeremy Bird, the Obama campaign’s national field director) who will run the campaign out of offices taking up the ground floor of a Tel Aviv office building.
V-2015 is careful not to support a specific party – rather “just not Bibi”. As such, the foreign funds pouring into the campaign are not subject to Israel’s campaign finance laws.
Glick commented via Facebook:
Obama won’t meet Benjamin Netanyahu – ?????? ?????? in Washington when he addresses the Joint Houses of Congress in March because of Netanyahu’s visit’s proximity to the Israeli elections. And Obama, of course believes in protocol and propriety which is why he won’t get involved. No, he’s not getting involved at all. He’s just sending his 2012 field campaign manager to Israel to run a campaign to defeat Netanyahu. That’s all. No interference whatsoever.
[…] It should come as no surprise then that Haaretz, known on this side of the globe for its freakish ability to generate anonymous White House sources that love talking about how much Obama hates Bibi (a shared talent among the Left) would conveniently forget to translate this little news item for their English-reading audience.
There was a time when foreign policy realists sought to influence foreign elections to keep radicals out of power, believing them likely to work against US interests.
Obama has reversed that trend: now he wants only those in power who he believes will “level” the world playing field. Meaning, he wants to see the US humbled, and his beloved Muslim Brotherhood pals empowered.
It’s a sick situation. But then, when you twice elect a Red Diaper Baby with narcissistic tendencies and no real intellectual filter, moral or otherwise — his anti-Semitism is even more startling than that of Jimmy Carter, who at least had the good sense to disguise it as much as possible until after he failed so miserably as president — what you get is an idealogue looking for fellow-traveling “revolutionaries” looking to upset balances of power.
That they do so knowing that they won’t likely be affected by the shifts — their money and lifetime protection shields them from the consequences of their own reprehensible actions — just highlights how disgustingly cynical and craven they are, all in the name of a failed and dangerous worldview that has, at last count, killed well over 100 million people in the last 100 or so years.
Jesus. What has become of this once great country, reduced to Idiocracy for the real world and peopled with pig-ignorant sheep who have been taught that their every insipid opinion needs be valued as highly as those that signal fidelity to truth, logic, and intellectual rigor?
We are Moron Nation. In the throes of self-loathing as a prelude to national suicide. Propeller-festooned caps, mandatory knee-socks, and spiked Kool-Aid can’t be far off.
Still, just for fun, let me say this about our Good Man-in-chief: I hope he fails.
(h/t Geoff B)
Sometimes you just have to put on your threadbare blazer and Elliot Gould ’70s lip crumpet, jump up on a table, and shout vulgar limericks. Because in doing so, what you’re expressing is true — and the truth these days is the ultimate act of transgression — creating in you an obligation to share it. (Begins about 1:50:45)
The political blogosphere has been my table. So it goes.
Of course, in the 80s, Miles Talby put it a different way in a colloquy to Joel Goodsen. But the point still stands…
“We recommend those cities should have more density and more mass transportation.”
A scheme via Al Gore and Felipe Calderon proposed at Davos — whose attendees used 1,700 private jets to get there.
This is not because everyone wants to live cheek-to-jowl in 250 square feet of rented housing where privacy is nearly unknown and movement is dependent on government. It is the fulfillment of the desires of all totalitarians, as succinctly expressed by an infamous Roman Emperor:
“I wish the Roman people had only one neck!”
This is why Progressives hate America …
Painting is mostly done in the new protein wisdom pub, and the new floors will soon be laid. The reclaimed Russian Pine coffee table we ordered back in September should ship soon, which will allow me to move our old leather chair and loveseat down into the room, which is going to ape the style and coziness of an Irish pub, only without all the shamrocks. Instead we’ll have a coin-operated pool table, a dart board, and maybe even a shuffle board table.
Today, I put up the first two of my original US movie 1-sheets, which I’ll be using to decorate the walls of the space. Luckily, I was able to find these two highly in-demand titles rolled (most 1-sheets prior to the mid-80s were issued machine folded, with a few overruns kept back and stored flat; rolled posters from this era are highly sought after) and I’ve had them placed in archival frames, along with a mint rolled half-sheet of The Bad News Bears. I only have 2 half sheets, BNB and The Seven-ups. Here are the first two on the wall, measuring about 28″ x 42″ framed:
I have a few others I’ve collected that speak to my love of a particular type of movie from a particular era: still folded are a number of cult films and 70s favorites, such as Billy Jack (you knew I’d have that one!), Serpico (another gimme), Bring Me The Head of Alfredo Garcia, The Stepford Wives, Death Wish, Mr Majestyk, Hard Times, The Mechanic, Play Misty for Me, Every Which Way But Loose, Heaven’s Gate, Busting, The Hunter, Carny, Magic, Nashville, Night Moves, Altered States, It’s Alive, Hardcore, Three Days of the Condor, The Marathon Man, Dirty Mary Crazy Larry, Coma, The Longest Yard, Cisco Pike, Outland, Black Gunn, Prince of the City, Supercops, Vigilante Force, Catch-22, Machine Gun McCain, Seconds, and My Bodyguard. Most of these, I’m proud to say, are investor-grade pieces in Excellent/Very Fine to Near Mint condition. Rolled, I’ve picked up Angel Heart, Miller’s Crossing, Sorcerer, To Live and Die in LA, the pictured Warriors and The Thing, and Escape from New York. Additional titles — Alien, Straw Dogs, The French Connection, The Conversation, Midnight Cowboy [X-rated litho], and Day of the Locust — have all been linen-backed. The linen-backing process de-acifies the paper, smooths out the folds, and makes folded posters suitable for display (some people like the folded posters to remain folded; for me, it depends on the poster: if the image has a black background or a lot of black to it, linen-backing — along with minor touch ups to the fold lines — creates a crisper display image when framed, and the process will guarantee the paper doesn’t disintegrate. It can be a pricey process, but fortunately I’ve been able to find estate sales that have sold original linen-backed 1-sheets at far below market value.
I’ll probably have a few of the folded posters linen backed (Serpico, Death Wish, and a few more iconic posters), and I’m still looking for a nice Exorcist one-sheet, along with Two Lane Blacktop and Vanishing Point.
When more go up I’ll share the photos.
Also, for those of you who’ve asked, I’ll begin posting a few photos of the house as it comes together. We’ve been able to get a decent amount done, but because of the unexpected financial outlay for my Mom’s funeral and the legal fees paid to the lawyers to make sure my brother doesn’t live comfortably off my mother’s late-life misery, we’re a bit behind where we wanted to be at this point.
Here are the chairs, rug, and mirror we have in our living room. We’re combining mid-century modern with rustic and industrial, which is a nice blend of styles that fits my wife’s and my tastes perfectly. The chairs are from Joybird (as is the sofa, not pictured). The coffee table (and matching end tables) we found on clearance at a Furniture Row store, at a price that would have made Wal-Mart blanch. The rug is a wool piece that looks like river stones. Unfortunately, the puppies have often mistaken it for that, and have had little compunction about leaving a remnant for us. On the plus side, though, Walking on it is like getting a foot massage:
And here’s the great room, off the kitchen. The sofa and loveseat come from Joybird.com; the reclaimed wood and zinc table is 5’x5′ and I love it. I did have to add my own seal so that spills and such wouldn’t damage the patina, and as a result the table is a bit more amber than when we originally purchased it; still, it’s beginning to fade back to its original hue — and in a pinch, I can sleep on the thing:
The egg chair interior is done in cowhide and goes with the ottoman, both in distressed black (which looks like aged deep brown). We found the chair at the sole Restoration Hardware outlet in the state, where a woman literally tried to pull Satchel off of it in order to buy it out from under us. Satch, as you know, is a wrestler and uses his weight well. She lost. And we got it at about 1/5 of the original retail price.
Seriously. It’s like being hugged by a Guernsey.
update: Speaking of wrestling, I leave this afternoon to drive up to Bennett — about 100 miles — for tomorrow morning’s Regional Championships. Satchel has to weigh-in between 6-8, after which we’ll be spending the night in a Best Western. My wife won’t be home from New York until later this evening so she’ll be heading up tomorrow morning, leaving at the leisurely time of around 6:15 a.m.
Since Districts, when Satch placed second, he’s looked like an entirely different wrestler. His confidence came back, his focus has been there, and he’s been ultra-aggressive in practice. Last night he dominated a good kid who outweighed him by 17 lbs. The night before he beat a kid 3 lbs heavier — who hasn’t lost this year in Metro tournaments — 25-0, teching him in the first period. The other kids in the group who were to rotate in were fighting among themselves, trying to get out of wrestling him. He then called out our 12 and older former champ, who outweighs him by 10 lbs, and wrestled him to a 4-4 tie.
This is what we’ve been waiting for all year. It remains to be seen if he carries it over into the tournament; he tends to be less physically dominating when he doesn’t know his opponent. He is reluctant to “hurt” other kids, particularly those with whom he’s not terribly familiar. We’ve been trying to tell him that it’s part of wrestling and that it’s okay. If that message sticks, and he comes out aggressive, imposing his will, and moving around at the speed with which he’s capable, I think he’ll make it to States.
He just can’t be flat and expect to win against this level of competition. That he’s been that way most of the season and still medaled in every tournament is a testament to just how good he is and just how really good he can be.