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
August 9, 2006
August 9, 2006
“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
August 9, 2006
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
August 9, 2006
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
August 9, 2006
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?