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September 2007

Domestic Dilemmas

In a conspiracy of bad timing, we lost our washing machine to fatigue this weekend, and our dishwasher to poor design and the force of my foot (frustration, you see, for the wretched old Whirlpool’s inability to clean the Guinness residue out of my pint glasses; justifiable technocide, I believe). Looking for recommendations and testimonials in support of replacement machines. Thrall me with your acumen. Please.

Beating Back Oppression (one child's game at a time)

From the Colorado Springs Gazette: On the playground of a northern Colorado Springs elementary school, tag is not “it.” The touch-and-run game and any other form of chasing was banned this year at Discovery Canyon Campus’ elementary school by administrators who say it fuels schoolyard disputes. “It causes a lot of conflict on the playground,” said Assistant Principal Cindy Fesgen. In the first days of school, before tag was banned,

Emblem

Re: Dan’s post on the “Caric” effect: Ric Caric is a minor educator at a minor university. His academic “work” is entirely template-driven and circular, beginning with a common premise — white Americans, particularly men, are inveterately (for Caric’s ilk, the construct itself, when pressured, shows itself to be foundational) racist, sexist, and homophobic, and can only be saved by the Church of Progressive Politics, where the demons of HATE

Effects of a Caric Education [Dan Collins]

A student’s MySpace page: August 27, 2007 – Monday The Caric Standard Current mood: accomplished I have a professor named Ric Caric. He’s easily the most influential person in my entire life. This is the guy who changed my entire ideological framework by tearing my preconceived notions to shreds. From day one he has challenged and tested me ideologically. It started with African American Political theory. bell hooks, Spike Lee,

This Should Kill Hillary's Chances [Dan Collins]

But unfortunately, probably won’t. Hsu has ties to the folks whom Bill Clinton waived to let the Chinese have missile guidance technology that otherwise would have taken them years to develop. And the Clintons are still reaping the financial benefits. Gateway Pundit has the story.  Color Bill Clinton shocked:  “You could have slapped me upside the head with a cock . . . “

Comment of the Day [Dan Collins]

This one’s special: Comment by Chuck @ Detroit Populist Times on 9/3 @ 5:56 pm # |Edit This You bunch of Right Wing Suckbags can kiss my fucking ass, you mother fuckers are going to LOSE the damn election in 2008. You stole 2000 and 2004, ain’t fucking happening again. I assure you of that. You’re fucking Hypocrisy stinks to fucking high heaven. Your damn party is defeated and now

Meritocracy Reaching Europe, Television to Blame [Dan Collins]

Nobody would argue that Europe has become an American-style meritocracy, but the concept is no longer as alien as it once was. When I was in high school, 20 years ago, teachers went on strike for a salary increase. I mentioned a strange, American concept—pay raises linked to performance—and was accused of being a right-winger. Now this alien term appears in the manifestos of all would-be prime ministers for the

Motley Crew [Dan Collins]

Two former Presidents grab Rena Mehtu’s admirable ass.

Relic of Lefty Saint on the Block [Dan Collins]

A former CIA operative and Cuban exile plans to auction what he says is a lock of Che Guevara’s hair, snipped before the Argentinian revolutionary and friend of Fidel Castro was buried in 1967. Gustavo Villoldo, 71, was involved in Guevara’s capture in the jungles of Bolivia, according to unclassified U.S. records and other documents. He plans to auction the hair and other items kept in a scrapbook since the

I just stopped in / to see what condition my condition was in (from the protein wisdom conceptual series, Labor Day weekend edition)

Looks good from where I’m sitting — on a friend’s patio, clutching some fruity libation brimming with tequila and orange slices, and shaded by its own garish paper umbrella. — Which, I must say, is better than the party last Labor Day weekend, when I drank a bottle of Añejo without the frills and woke up in the clutches of some garish fruit who kept himself shaded with a pastel