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Forty-seventh in a series of real-time empirical observations

As you read this post, Canadian diva Celine Dion, having just been seated at a popular Las Vegas ristorante, bursts into tears upon being greeted by a basket of freshly-baked breadsticks and olive tapenade, demanding to know why the black tourist family seated the next table over “has yet to receive any water” and “why—in a country that can blow up the world in a matter of seconds—these poor blacks

“Spain heightens fence at African enclave”

From the Guardian:: Spanish authorities are rushing to double the height of a fence surrounding the north African enclave of Melilla after a dozen more immigrants were injured in a battle with police as they tried to find a way on to European soil. The injuries followed the deaths of at least three immigrants over the past three weeks during mass attempts to storm the frontier that have ended in

Grieving Mom Cindy Sheehan and 70s Kung-fu expert and counterculture icon Billy Jack discuss strategies for twenty-first century anti-war activism while ostensibly maintaining their commitments to fighting global terrorism, 7

“We marched on Washington, Billy!  We took it to the streets and we marched—like King, or, y’know…like KING!  We are taking back this country, Billy!  We can no longer be ignored!  We beat the streets with our determined feet—all 58 of them—and the country stood up and took notice!  Sure, it wasn’t the several hundred thousand people we were hoping for—but it is a testament to what 29 determined people

Blog sorbet (or, protein wisdom eschews lengthy analysis and returns to his quirky, slightly ribald roots)

Knock knock Who’s there? COCK!

Moribund intentionalism and the death of the author II:  The Wrath of Cant

Fresh from insisting that I write like shit, someone calling himself “frameone,” pontificating at length in ODub’s comments, follows up on yesterday’s discussion of racist sigification by setting the intentionalists straight: You guys misunderstand. Articulate doesn’t just mean what it means, it also signifes a level of cultural capital that, by and large, goes without saying (unconsciously) when whites speak positively about other white peers. (A white adult might refer

Roberts, Positioning, and the Politics of SCOTUS Voting

As Senate Democrats announce their intentions on the forthcoming John Roberts vote (Leahy, Feingold, , Kohl – yes; Biden, Reid, Kennedy, Feinstein, Durbin – no), a couple of things become readily apparent:  first, that John Roberts will in fact be the next Chief Justice, and with a decent bi-partisan “yes” vote; and second, that—though some on the left have been pushing Senate Democrats to spend all of their political capital

Awkward moments in animism, 1

“Don’t you judge me, lotion bottle!”

John Bolton’s straight-talking mustache, “Regis,” goes on a blind date, episode 6: “A New Beginning”

Stephanie the blind date:  “Gee, you sure are thick. And lush. Do you work out?” “Regis”:  “Does it matter?  I’m strong enough to slip your panties down, put it that way.  Now order some grub already, would you?  The longer we’re here, the less time we have for the freaky.”

Moribund intentionalism and the death of the author

Another object lesson to drive home just what is likely to happen when the signifier (be it an arc, the graphic outline of a swirly cone, or a scribbled mark) is removed from its intentional moorings—this time provided by Oliver Willis, in a typically moronic post. Seizing on Ed Morrisey’s use of the word “articulate” to describe Michael Steele (a Black man), Oliver Willis—who, let’s face it, has never met

Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance, abridged 20

The time will come, on the road trip of life, when you will be asked to cease your leisurely ride and join the timeless race of pumping pistons and testosterone—a point at which the rush of animal instinct is sure to surge inside your jeans and cause your buttocks to clench tightly like the fist of the Buddha.  And when this happens, it behooves you to remember that the rider