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August 2006

variations on a theme: The “an ordinary clock glimpsed in its moment of brief ‘netroots’ awakening” post (from the protein wisdom conceptual series)

tic tic tic tic tic “TOCK, baby!  The new word is TOCK!  ‘Tic’ is through.  ‘Tic’ represents capitulation to the Man’s predominant narrative.  Whereas TOCK is the advent, brothers and sisters —the dawning of a new age of progressive political and social awakening that begins and ends with the power of the people powered people’s peopling and as such cannot be contained, constrained, or compartmentalized.  It just is.  Yes, TOCK

“Marshall University Dissolves Racially Restricted Orientation Classes”

From the Foundation for Individual Rights in Education (to which I am a proud contributor): Marshall University has taken the advice of the Foundation for Individual Rights in Education (FIRE) and removed racial restrictions from an orientation course for first-year students. Last year’s listing for University Studies 101 (UNI 101) stated that certain sections were limited to “African American Students Only.” Thanks to FIRE’s intervention, several sections of UNI 101

Another “moderate” weighs in.  At about 420, is my guess.  Give or take a Twinkie.

From Michael Moore’s website, “It’s All About Who You Sleep With … a Cautionary Note from Michael Moore”: Friends, Let the resounding defeat of Senator Joe Lieberman send a cold shiver down the spine of every Democrat who supported the invasion of Iraq and who continues to support, in any way, this senseless, immoral, unwinnable war. Make no mistake about it: We, the majority of Americans, want this war ended—and

“It’s not just Reuters”

I know.  You’re shocked, aren’t you? 

The Contingency of “Truth,” redux

It seems some in the legacy media are entering into that next phase of narrative manipulation—a redefining of terms in order to 1) provide revisionary cover for its ideological fellow travelers, and 2) to fabricate and then facilitate a bandwagon effect.  For instance, The New York Times this morning editorializes on the Lamont victory this way: The rebellion against Mr. Lieberman was actually an uprising by that rare phenomenon, irate

Lamont’s victory speech video

Available at Hot Air.  If you look over his shoulder to the left and squint a bit, you’ll see Jane Hamsher in blackface sucking down a beer bong filled with Dos Equis.  Or maybe that’s just the shadow of doom beginning its inexorable creep across a once proud nation. Hard to tell, what with the bad lighting and all. **** update:  I kid!  Who wants pirogies?

The Sandman’s Revenge

Took a brief nap this afternoon, and while I was asleep an entire propaganda war waged by “photojournalists,” stringers, caption writers, and bureau editors unraveled like a cheap sweater snagged on a bit of twisted metal infrastructure.  Allah has the roundup here—including The Passion of the Toys (Slublog); the US News and World Report cover caper (something out of an Al Gore nightmare); and Gateway Pundit’s tracking of a NYT

“The yin and yang of intimate interpersonal relationships post, 26” (from the protein wisdom conceptual series)

yin:  “Hmm.  For dinner, how would you feel about a nice light nicoise salad topped with lemon dill-drizzled petit ahi tuna and a glass of ice cold Chardonnay?” yang:  “Sounds great!  Then maybe for dessert I can kiss a man full on the mouth and redecorate the bathroom with a playful brushed plaster and oil glaze faux finish that is simply to die for!”

“Lieberman campaign says Web site hacked”

But you know how Jews are—always trying to guilt you into giving them sympathy.  Or a good deal on a used Lincoln Towncar. So I wouldn’t put much stock in this.  If anything, they probably did it themselves.  They’re sneaky like that.  And of course, filthy. (thanks to natesnake)

Another moment of unabashed pragmatism

If the world is indeed going to end on the 22nd, I suppose today’s as good a day as any to cash in those Reward Zone points I’ve been hording.  Hell—while I’m at it, I may even hit the Indian buffet and give some of that mint chutney a go.  Though I’m still not quite ready to experiment with any “specialty beads.” I mean, you gotta hold out some hope,