Given my wont to write longish posts on the problems facing classical liberalism as a result of the structural assaults on its most basic tenets from within our university system—and given my critics’ wont to ridicule me for suggesting such is more than some paranoid phantasm (another wingnut fantasy, like the “liberal” media canard, only this one promoted by the arch-evil rightwing propagandist David Horowitz)—I’ve decided to bring on an
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from the forthcoming protein wisdom coffee table book, “Brown People Got No Reason: A Conservatives’ Guide to Winning the War Against the Brown People We Hate So Much”
I call this piece, Liminal Modalities (or, offspring of evil rightwing hatemonger dons modified shooting glasses and waits to go with dad and bag him some darkies outside of KFC)
Congresswoman Cynthia McKinney (D-GA) sets her sights on JC Penny’s
McKinney: “’White sale’? What kind of honkey cracker Jew racist bullshit is that? “TELL ME MY PEOPLE: IS THIS THE PRICE WE OPPRESSED CONGRESSPEOPLE OF COLOR HAVE TO PAY FOR SHOPPING WHILE BLACK?”* **** More from Allah (see also, here) and Ace (see also, here); also, Captain Ed. And Bareknuckle Politics has video of Harry Belafonte and Danny Glover showing their solidarity with McKinney. Which, ever wonder when Glover really
Look: it’s an HOMAGE!
Of course, it’s an homage filtered through the nuanced minds of our uber-tolerant social betters who perhaps consider me some kind of thorn in their side (“Ha! You don’t bother us one bit, Chickenhawk Jeffy! We just think you’re a paste-eating moron and a warmongering hater who is also stupid and untalented, and we like to express that artistically by NOT ignoring you! Besides, you stay at home with your
You haven’t forgotten what today is, have you, hard charger—?
—Meh. Not gonna happen, I’m afraid. When the little guy slipped out of his shell for a 12 pt EKG this morning, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of his reflection in the stainless steel tip of the nurse’s stethoscope. And, judging by his reaction—he burst into tears and cursed the maker’s of Cajun Jerky and Yoohoo—he won’t be shoveling his folded gut bulk into dance leotards anytime soon, I don’t
“Jew Shame”: Like “Christian Shame,” only with jellied fish balls.
Via Allah, guest posting for Ms Malkin: “Unconfirmed: ABC Suspends John Green for one month.” Green, you’ll recall, had one of his emails bashing the President published by Matt Drudge, causing him some rather temporary grief; now, The New York Observer, who—along with TV Newser—is reporting on the suspension, also notes points out a New York Post “Page Six article” that […] quoted from another Green e-mail, this one about
“The ‘YearlyKos Convention’: We came for the spirited political debate, we stayed for the $2 wine coolers!”
Decision ‘08’s Mark Coffey emails: Followers of PlameGate will be delighted to hear that the agenda-less, objective Joe Wilson will be appearing with such luminaries as Jane Hamsher, Dan Froomkin, and Larry Johnson to discuss matters at the YearlyKos convention. I swear I’m not joking… …to which protein wisdom replies, “wait, there’s something called a ’YearlyKos Convention’? Christ. They’ll probably be enough tinfoil at that thing to grill up a
Lords of the Roundtable
Tigerhawk discusses what he learned while attending a “roundtable” discussion on the Iranian nuclear crisis at Princeton’s Woodrow Wilson School last evening. Participating were Ali Ansari (University of St. Andrews in Scotland), Johannes Reissner ( head of the Department for Near East and Africa at the German Institute for International Politics and Security in Berlin), Frank von Hippel (professor of public and international affairs and co-director of the Program on
protein wisdom: the health update
No word on those irregular moles, which I’m told to take as good news. So one worry down. On the heart front, I spent this morning at the cardiologist. My EKG was normal; the cardiologist scheduled me for a stress echo next Wednesday—an echocardiagram, then some treadmill work, then a second echocardiogram. I can’t wait! He also put me on an antacid, Protonix, to see if it relieves some of
Another moment of unabashed pragmatism
Fact: if I don’t eat this last delicious mini Hostess fruit pie (peach), somebody else certainly will. So, unless one happens to adhere to either an ascetic or a showily magnanimous philosophical worldview—which, blessedly, I don’t—gobbling this puppy down is like, a no-brainer, when you stop to consider it…
