In a way it was predictable — and I won’t deny that, on some level, I probably knew the issue would be broached — but yesterday’s post in the provocateurism series wended its way, in exchanges between author and commenters / commenters and commenters, to the subject of race-based affirmative action, a dubious practice of late saved, against (in my opinion) the clear intention of certain Constitutional prohibitions, by the
August 2008
August 12, 2008
Site notes
Over in the left sidebar, you should now see an armadillo drinking a bottle of Mexican beer. That is the link to the Pub — complete with text saying, essentially (though cryptically) “this is the link to the Pub.” My wife’s been sick, and tomorrow she heads out on a business trip, but soon we’ll have the Pub headlines displaying and updating on the sidebar, as well. I really do
August 11, 2008
Pub happyhour lineup
1) Teenagers stoked that soon they’ll be able to avoid nosy adults and get their invisible freak on. 2) Marx and Hungary: Controlling the means of duckwalking? 3) Georgia on their mind. 4) The Fisher Queen. 5) The Fisher Queen 2: The Heteronormative Strikes Back 6) Iraq? Please. Like anybody really cares about that place anymore…
August 11, 2008
Provocateurism, 6
Longtime readers of this site have frequently encountered arguments in which I fasten identity politics to a form of soft, progressivist totalitarianism “PC” speech (which, we are often told with a wave of the hand and a gourmands’ sniff, is, like, so ’90s — and thus, supposedly antiquated as a legitimate point of ideological friction, current fashion circumscribing the only authentic topics for political complaint, with that fashion decided upon,
August 10, 2008
self-defense lesson for a Sunday afternoon: neck crank and arm bar combination
That grunting you hear? All real: ….Somewhere, James Wolcott just cinched up his dressing gown and let loose an airy and wistful “Oh, my…!”
August 9, 2008
When ocelot fluffers attack
Just got an email from Dan letting me know that James Wolcott has devoted even more time to yours truly — a rather unsettling sign that this flaccid, hound-faced fop has adopted me as his long-distance Mandingo, my tanned and muscled conservatism an affront to his carefully affected Manhattanite sensibilities, even as privately he longs to bring me ever closer to him, tugging at me through the electrically charged ether,
August 9, 2008
“The forty acres and a mule follow-up x 6 post†(from the protein wisdom conceptual series)
Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but now that we’re here, I can’t help but think how forty acres, a mule, and one of them badass DR Trimmer Mowers would have been, like, so tits! I mean, a sickle? Tell me they’re fucking kidding me.
August 8, 2008
my psyche on this day, explored musically
Here. Let them do all the work. I mean, they’ve got guitars and stuff, so it’s really only fair.
Shannon Elizabeth comments on John Edwards’ affair and its potential fallout for the Democratic convention and Dem delegates
Elizabeth: “I met John-John when he was still as Senator, but to be honest, I was so high on X that all I recall from the evening was his inviting me over to ‘the other America,’ where, if memory serves, he was going to dress me up like a naughty asian housekeeper and spank me ‘deliciously’ with a vacuum cleaner cord. Which, that’s okay in the other America, even if