I think I just became a Republican.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Tube-Tied Nation
The scariest thing about Sarah Palin isn't how unqualified she is - it's what her candidacy says about America
The article is a little too mean and snarky for my taste, but worthwhile if you can wade through the insults, or if you're a liberal that needs some firing up.
"The great insight of the Palin VP choice is that huge chunks of American voters no longer even demand that their candidates actually have policy positions; they simply consume them as media entertainment, rooting for or against them according to the reflexive prejudices of their demographic, as they would for reality-show contestants or sitcom characters. Hicks root for hicks, moms for moms, born-agains for born-agains. Sure, there was politics in the Palin speech, but it was all either silly lies or merely incidental fluffery buttressing the theatrical performance. A classic example of what was at work here came when Palin proudly introduced her Down syndrome baby, Trig, then stared into the camera and somberly promised parents of special-needs kids that they would 'have a friend and advocate in the White House.' This was about a half-hour before she raised her hands in triumph with McCain, a man who voted against increasing funding for special-needs education."
The article is a little too mean and snarky for my taste, but worthwhile if you can wade through the insults, or if you're a liberal that needs some firing up.
"The great insight of the Palin VP choice is that huge chunks of American voters no longer even demand that their candidates actually have policy positions; they simply consume them as media entertainment, rooting for or against them according to the reflexive prejudices of their demographic, as they would for reality-show contestants or sitcom characters. Hicks root for hicks, moms for moms, born-agains for born-agains. Sure, there was politics in the Palin speech, but it was all either silly lies or merely incidental fluffery buttressing the theatrical performance. A classic example of what was at work here came when Palin proudly introduced her Down syndrome baby, Trig, then stared into the camera and somberly promised parents of special-needs kids that they would 'have a friend and advocate in the White House.' This was about a half-hour before she raised her hands in triumph with McCain, a man who voted against increasing funding for special-needs education."
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Speaking of Immigrants
How could you turn this face away if it showed up on your country's doorstep?
(Or peering through an electrified border fence?)
(Or peering through an electrified border fence?)
And all I did was get born here...
Great flow chart showing the long and almost impossible process of legal immigration.
Running across the border sounds a lot more reasonable now, huh?
Found via boingboing.net.
Running across the border sounds a lot more reasonable now, huh?
Found via boingboing.net.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Peanut Butter Jelly Time!
I packed a PB&J sammie for lunch today and looked forward to eating it all morning.
Yes, I am 5.
Yes, I am 5.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Dog on a bender
Milo had been MIA for the past few days, when he strolled into the apartment this morning around 5:30 AM looking like this
and reeking of sex, booze and cheap cigarettes.
I hear the teen years are the hardest.
and reeking of sex, booze and cheap cigarettes.
I hear the teen years are the hardest.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Starting work on the ark after the game
This is what Chicago has looked like for the last 48 hours.
Heading to the bar to watch the Bengals and hoping we don't have to swim home.
Speaking of swimming, how awkward was Michael Phelps on SNL last night? If Tina Fey hadn't saved the show with a killer Palin impression in the opening segment, I might say it was the worst show I've ever seen.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Happy Birthday, Bro!
Happy 30th birthday to my dear older brother, Keith.
(I've been waiting to post this picture for awhile now, and you were the lucky winner with the next birthday. Hooray for you!)
(I've been waiting to post this picture for awhile now, and you were the lucky winner with the next birthday. Hooray for you!)
Wake Up!
Lies, and the lying liars who tell them.
The most astounding thing about this and every election to me is that the Republican campaign machine manages to dupe the middle class into thinking they have their best interests at heart... even when everything they do shows the complete and total opposite.
“How many more times do you have to be hit over the head till you figure out who’s hitting you?”
The most astounding thing about this and every election to me is that the Republican campaign machine manages to dupe the middle class into thinking they have their best interests at heart... even when everything they do shows the complete and total opposite.
“How many more times do you have to be hit over the head till you figure out who’s hitting you?”
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Yes We Can!
While at the Freedman Labor Day pizza party extravaganza over the weekend, Andy and I had the opportunity to catch up with a prominent Chicagoan.
Barack is taller in person than I thought he'd be.
(Yes it's a cardboard cutout, but it proved yet again why I like Lee and his family so much.)
Barack is taller in person than I thought he'd be.
(Yes it's a cardboard cutout, but it proved yet again why I like Lee and his family so much.)
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Now you see 'em
When we first got Milo (It's been over a year now, can you believe it?), he had very distinctive coloring.
Handsome, strawberry blond spots on his body and just a touch of lowlights around his ears, face and tail.
Right around his first birthday (which Andy and I both forgot about, which is why Milo will be getting a pony this year), he had a string of seriously bad hair days.
This was also Milo's chubby, Rock Band phase. (He kicks ass on the sticks.)
His hair would tangle if we even looked at him wrong, so we did the compassionate thing and shaved our chunky puppy.
When his hair started growing back, we noticed there was something noticeably different about him.
Milo is white!
I thought it might be the shampoo we were using (Pantene, as recommended by Milo's breeder), lack of sun during the Chicago winter or maybe even Andy's couldn't-be-any-whiter taste in music.
The world may never know, but I'm blaming it on the indie bands and hipster kids.
Milo's introduction to Shakira, Kanye, Snoop and select others begins immediately.
Handsome, strawberry blond spots on his body and just a touch of lowlights around his ears, face and tail.
Right around his first birthday (which Andy and I both forgot about, which is why Milo will be getting a pony this year), he had a string of seriously bad hair days.
This was also Milo's chubby, Rock Band phase. (He kicks ass on the sticks.)
His hair would tangle if we even looked at him wrong, so we did the compassionate thing and shaved our chunky puppy.
When his hair started growing back, we noticed there was something noticeably different about him.
Milo is white!
I thought it might be the shampoo we were using (Pantene, as recommended by Milo's breeder), lack of sun during the Chicago winter or maybe even Andy's couldn't-be-any-whiter taste in music.
The world may never know, but I'm blaming it on the indie bands and hipster kids.
Milo's introduction to Shakira, Kanye, Snoop and select others begins immediately.
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