Sampling reactions to Netroots Nation

Driftglass (deity) has posted an update to the "seven obscene things you can't say on television" and each one of them, in my opinion, should be stitched to a sampler and mailed to Wolf Blitzer's mother.

But the big news is that some Netroots Nationalists (ooh do I have to pull a Skippy and remind everyone forever that yes, I coined that phrase)...

...because I like it....

Are pulling back on the obscenities? Because as The New York Fucking Times quotes one (emphasis mine):

Digby Parton, who writes on Hullabaloo.com, said she initially thought of her blog as an ephemeral form of conversation among friends and used vulgarities freely. But now she is read by a substantially wider circle and has cleaned up her language.

“I don’t use the same amount of profanity,” she said. “We’re taken much more seriously as a political force,” and she has a stronger sense that her words are “out there for posterity.”

Now I bow to the great writing of Digby as much as any of us do, she's a godmother to so many and far be it from a nobody like myself to...

Posterity? Fuck that, Digby.

What is posterity? The dry spot you wiggle toward after sleeping with the enemy? Sheeit.

I don't care if you blog the word "fuck" or not. Those kind of choices are made by writers all the time, and the right choice is what works for what you're writing.

But I do care, very much, where the blogs go and what they represent. There are two political parties in this country, folks: "inside the Beltway" and "outside the Beltway."

I am a proud outside the beltway rabblerouser.

Chris Mathews? Wolf Blitzer? Markos? To which party do they belong these days?

Make your fucking choice and if your motivation is how you so want to be "taken seriously as a political force" by Party Number One?

Count.
Me.
Out.

Because I know what "taken seriously as a political force" means.

It means certain bloggers of a certain Technorati profile were part of a four minute daily conference call with Terry fucking McCauliffe two months ago.

I am not trying to be superior here, it's just not where you will ever find me. Not because I'd have to clean up my act (I mean, Terry's DTs wouldn't allow him to remember me fucking him let alone saying "fuck" on the phone), but because I refuse to become part of the power structure that continues to fuck this country.

And when we all wake up to a Democratic Congress and a Democratic White House and it turns out that all of them have decided that four or five more years in Iraq is the least we can do, and that it would be "counterproductive" to prosecute the Bush Administration war criminals who, let's face it, suffered enough on Election Day 2008, poor things, onward and upward, "Move On" indeed...

...because while right now it's our turn to "govern" it will someday be our turn to go back to the fermentation of our safe, lucrative, respectable DC think tank. If our friends from across the aisle need help with packing or cab fare we're only too happy to reciprocate. The door will revolve again, friends, bon voyage...

I don't want to be the one who has to analyze all o' dat without the word "fuck" by my side. For posterity.

P.S. Okay I just hadda make another sampler:

Saturday Song

I'm not saying I'm raising my children in any superior way, I'm just saying "I've got my e-mouth on"...

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A vituperative, foul-mouthed, President of the United States

"I never gave anybody hell. I just told the truth and they think it's hell."

And on General MacArthur's speech to Congress:

"Nothing but a damn bunch of bullshit!"

My favorite unsourced Harry Truman quote:

"Never kick a fresh turd on a hot day."

Blue Gal: Tastemonger?

Oh here's a comment to bring to the top:

Oh, ha ha ha. Very satirical. Hello Kitty cute, Cute bad. ...If you're that rabid about it, why not find out where these people live and kill them? After all, if we on the left aren't bitching and complaining about other people's tastes etc., then we're not breathing. Calvin, hip. Hello Kitty, bad. DarkBlack satirical, New Yorker bad. Who gives a flying fuck what you and the rest of the tastemongers think?

TASTEMONGER? WHO, ME?

Thank you, commenter, for proving there are those with greater and more complex anger issues than mine. And I regret my insufficient explanations regarding the Hello Kitty Death Watch.

Hello Kitty Death Watch is reserved specifically for those times in which I engage in airline travel. I find it fascinating that almost every time I fly, I encounter a grown woman wearing or using a Hello, Kitty! item as if it might be a talisman against terrorist attack.

Hello Kitty Death Watch is specifically directed at adult Caucasian women using a Hello Kitty garment, tote, jewelry item, or electronic device, such as cell phone or CD player, while travelling in an airport. Small children wearing a Hello Kitty backpack do not count. My own daughters have worn Hello, Kitty undiepanties, and since they were under the age of five at the time, I found that entirely appropriate. I do not find a grown woman managing her finances with this tool


which, yes, is not a photoshop, to be exempt from my, as you put it, tastemongering. America would be a far better place, in my tastemongering opinion, if those adults choosing to infantilize their financial transactions would grow the frak up. Ben Bernanke take note.

No, I am not about to "kill" anyone with those in their checkbook. And it's true, I really am not passing judgment between either of the young females below:

because in my estimation, both of these young ladies will eventually learn to wear more grown-up attire:

Thank you.

Thanks to BW for the image. It's been a tough year but today is a wonderful day. Thanks for all your kind words and messages, folks!

And just in time the New York Fraking Times wrote up the town where I'll be for the next week or so (minus reliable internet, be warned.) I'm under strict instructions to, quote:

"let yourself off the hook more than you usually do."

So I'll be doin' that.

Update: Sherry asks, was there cake?


Not shown: three frosting roses of which Mommy got none. :)

Vlog 7/15, Wev and the power of "Away From"

Just less than four minutes. See that really cute green suitcase sitting behind me? Southwest lost it. (I'm sure it will get delivered later but ugh.)

And here's the gender breakdown of people watching my video blogs:



Which proves the point I've been making for weeks now:



Fortunately, the women who read Blue Gal are all immensely cool. :)

Shameless thievery

Image stolen from (I added the text to their photoshop)the right wing blog (wow, it's been a while since I've seen MALKIN blogrolled, but I keep thinking, it would be kinda cool to change the entire Crooks homepage to "all Malkin, all the time" for April Fool's Day) "Are We Lumberjacks?".

Hello Kitty Airline Travel Death Watch tomorrow. I'll ring you if I catch any adult woman wearing a Hello Kitty item, while I fly across the country to get my kids.

Where to go on the blogs today.

Love on ya for visiting Blue Gal, but I can't post today because my abs are recovering from the laughter of reading the entire frontpage of Fafblog. I swear to God, I'm pulling out kleenex, I'm laughing so hard. A wonderful way to spend a Sunday.

Saturday Song

In spite of all the disappointments this week, I hope to play this loud for the Republican Party plus Joe Lieberman on Inauguration Day. BTW this song is even better when you hear it live with a buncha blog buddies. (Great to meetcha Mike honey)

Thank you, Darkblack.

What am I supposed to say when one of my favorite artists does THIS:



You're amazing, Darkblack.

BTW the original Picasso is here if you're interested.

Jealousy.

I wish some MSM person would bring up that Jesse Jackson is just jealous because all of Barack Obama's children are legitimate.

Okay, maybe that's tasteless. Lemme try again:

Illegitimacy, stemming from the huge gap in black male employment and wages, (black men don't get married because they can't get decent jobs, and black women don't expect marriage as a condition or consequence of pregnancy as a result) is a huge issue in and for the black community and actually, it's the real issue underlying the class and generational differences that spawned Rev. Jackson's unfortunate comments about Senator Obama.

Is that better?

On Creativity.

[shown: Jackson Pollack, Eyes in the Heat, 1946] Go read Vagabond Scholar. It's a rare thing when I find myself dropping every thought in my head, putting my elbow on the desk, and just reading a long post for the sheer pleasure of it.

This is such a post.

Thanks, Batocchio.

I was searching my archives and in March 2005 I posted once. The entire month. Good lord.

That's it, Mister Obama. No more fifteen dollar PayPal donations for you!

Sigh. The biggest mistake is not just the vote, but thinking that he's already fighting a general election. The ONLY people paying attention to politics are the activists, political junkies, and well, you know, bloggers. Your base, Senator. And they actually might have forgiven a so-called "compromise" vote in October, if the polls in Ohio and Pennsylvania were close and McCain actually showed up to vote. But it's July. And he didn't.

And you've pissed. us. off.

Those of you who think Obama personally wiped his feet on the Constitution are overstating the case. I mean, he had a lot of help. And the Bill of Rights is locked up at Gitmo, in case you didn't notice.

Oh well, ma hunnies on the blogs, try to carry something happy with you today.

Lest we forget...

The post this morning was going to be about the whole James Baker/Warren Christopher war powers thing and how isn't it interesting that the grown-ups (and by grown-ups of course we mean people with Bush 41 foreign policy cred -- Daddy's people are here, you sit in the back seat, Georgie, now that you've wrecked the car for the seventh. fraking. year. in a row) are taking over the GOP foreign policy stage before it's lost for at least four years.

And by grown-ups I mean mature grown-ups. You won't see Warren Christopher pulling any baby-bottom bullshit "how dare they hate America" fake outrage if his facts are challenged. That's because Warren Christopher's facts are actual facts, rather than lies. Take note, Mr. Cheney.

There's a whole post to be written, too, about "no-drama Obama" and that the history of this election, fifty to a hundred years from now, will not be about the nation moving to younger leadership but to more mature leadership.

Maturity means, for example, that when I hear a child cry in the next room, I have the wisdom and experience to know whether that cry means I need to get up from my laptop, or not. I can tell almost instantaneously if I need to reach for the band-aids, if I need to referee, or reach into advanced motherhood skills to use wisdom and restraint to let the combatants resolve the conflict for themselves. Would that certain politicos, from the Congress to the media, had the same cognitive dexterity vis-a-vis Iran.

But searching for just the right image for this post yielded this nugget. I'd forgotten. I'll bet you had, too:


Yeah, I think that's a nice picture of Bill and Hill, too. But the Christmas Eve 1992 pardons of Bush 41 went down even my memory hole, and gee, I thought I had alla those plugged up with pages of old CPUSA newsletters.

Look what Bush 41 accomplished without even a War on Terror (tm) to back him up. Impressive, even for a former CIA chief.

Betcha Bush 43 has his Christmas list all finished by now.

The Don't Sugarcoat It Award for July 9

I don't often follow celebrity news. So trust me, the fact that I've actually heard about Christie Brinkley's divorce, in detail. is a sign that it's an extraordinarily noisy affair. "Don't Sugarcoat It's" are usually reserved for foul-mouthed bloggers, but I really gotta hand it to the court-appointed mental health professional in this case, who essentially said:

"you're both self-absorbed crazyheads putting the needs of your pathetic egos ahead of your children's welfare, in public."

Thank you for keeping it sweet, court-shrink.

This is why I blog every. single. day.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, Ira Glass. via 43 Folders:

But the Republican lady promised me marshmallows! Here's proof:

From yesterday. The host is David Schuster, the guy guest is some former Edwards staffer, and she...is classsic.

Blue Gal Vlog 7/7 - Food, muckraking, and dangers of progressivism

Bob Edwards has a great radio show with a free podcast. Well worth the listen.

And you can read about Upton Sinclair here.

Happy Monday. Remember, Salon is on vacation this month.

My stepdaughter has a blog!

She's posting as "Brunella", and her first post on elitist education shows great promise.

It don't hurt that she's got a journalism degree from farking Columbia U. She's now at Cambridge (some school in England, I dunno) getting some advanced something or other in Medieval Literature or something.

Elitism? ha. She'll be posting "Britain's Got Talent" Youtubes within a week.

[Seriously, welcome to the party, sweets.]

A blurry love sandwich!

Conditions for photography in the "Green Room" after the FABULOUS Joe Cocker concert were a little less than optimal. Sigh.

The weather in Chicago was perfect and so was the concert. Joe opened for Steve Miller Band but who cares. We were there for the opening act and a little post-concert meet up.

Shown is Shakespeare's Sister, Mike of the Crooks and Liars Blog Round Up (plays Hammond Organ for Joe's band...yeah!) and yours truly. (Not shown are Mr. Shakes and Driftglass. The ladies got to surround the rock star, excuse me.)

Thanks Mike for inviting us backstage and it was WONDERFUL to meet you and hang out with some dear blog buddies.

Saturday Song

"Missing enough to feel alright." Have a good one, ma hunnies.

Happy Independence Day

Here's the deal. I don't know how these work, and I don't want to know.

Erm, hat tip to Geek Guy for the link to...yeah, where you can order some.

I'm off to Chicago to catch a lil' concert and meet Mike! Yes, that Mike. I'll try to get some pics.

"Arianna, you ignorant slut."

Okay, I don't mean to be nasty to the closest thing our generation will ever get to Eleanor Roosevelt if you don't count Oprah (just shoot me now) but The Huff's column today with advice for Senator Obama? Remind me never to read anything Arianna writes where her first word is "I", her first sentence contains the word "Aspen", or her first paragraph drops the names of six other fascinating mainstream pundits with whom she shared a panel. With this article, folks, we got a three-fer.

And her advice to Senator Obama, if generalized, tells him to stay true to the progressive netroots that has funded him thus far. Not bad advice, but when her specifics include "1) Load up your Kindle with passages from...Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King", and "2) load up your iPod with passages from your own speeches"...

Sprinkling your prose with the names of the hottest tech gadgets while advocating The Great Leap Forward is undoubtedly what passes for lively writing in certain parts of northern California, Ms. Huffington, but I think we Leftists can fight viciously on FISA and healthcare and NAFTA without going quite so latte. Hell, if Martin Luther King were alive today, he might have to chuck the non-violence and smack you until you stopped wondering "what's on his I-Phone."

Happy Birthday to the "way too many to be a coincidence" born-in-July bloggers.

Today is the sixth birthday of my lovely, lovely middle child. So pretty and so smart and such an artist and such a blessing. I love you, sweetheart.

July 16th is the birthday of both Blue Gal and her sainted mother. And for some astrological reason, (are Cancers especially creative or is it our strong parenting instinct which keeps us feeding these babies?) lots and lots of bloggers celebrate birthdays this month.


My evil twin, AL of Threading Water.

Big Daddy Malcontent

Hahn at Home of Blue Ribbon Bloggers

Pam of Pam's House Blend

Chet of The Vanity Press

Happy Monkey (Panties for Peace) mais bien sur...

Quaker Dave

Alicia Morgan of Last Left Turn before Hooterville

RevPhat of Unruly Mob/Les Enrages.

Qwerty of Qwerty's Qoncepts.

Paul -V- of Brainshrub.

Uncommon Sense of the blog by the same name.

If you know of any other blogger July birthdays, let us know in comments. And happy birthday.

I have to admit. I laughed. Out loud.

Salon is taking a summer vacation, so tonight is a party!

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Blue Gal Vlog 6/30 - The McCain/Internet/age thing

Blue Gal points out that McCain's lack of internet savvy has nothing to do with his age. (3 minutes)

Sandy at the Aristocrats has more to say on the McCain/internet thing.

You can explore my dad's studio/gallery and see samples of his work here. Not to brag, but my Mom has some work there, too.

Salon tonight and there will be no salons in July. I'm traveling for much of the month.

Update: Dad left me a skype voicemail (yeah I know he's totally into Skype, not bad for 72) and said it's not a laserjet it's an inkjet printer and I should be sure to plug some computer thingy called "Adobe Photoshop." You got it, Dad. :)

Temptation

Jones Cola has released "limited edition" Candidate Colas (and yeah, I think the Hillary bottles are for-sure collectibles if you want to "collect" carbonated beverage containers). Some visitors to the website are upset that there is no Ron Paul Cola, and I was tempted to have a photoshop contest to make a bottle for Ron and his followers, but really it's just too easy.

Saturday Songs

I just love me some Gladys Knight and the Pips.

This is not a fashion blog.

This is about Nelson Mandela.

Who had a 90th birthday celebration with dignitaries from around the world celebrating him as a man with his history and courage deserves. Not to mention to thank him for continuing to struggle specifically against AIDS in Africa since his release from prison.

So I don't need to go into what Naomi Campbell wore to the celebration, because that would detract from the honor we owe to Nelson Mandela.

Oh, wait. She DID detract from the honor, etc. I would say shame on her, but clearly she has no shame.

The Hello Kitty Motor Vehicle Registry Death Watch

Loyal readers to this humble blog are well aware of its Hello Kitty Airline Travel Death Watch. Yesterday this phenomenon appeared at the Motor Vehicle Registry in the state where I now reside.

Yes, the good news is I am now a registered voter with a valid Blue State driver's license, and the trusty minivan also breathed a sigh of relief to have some very nice Midwestern license plates of its very own. The Alabama plates, well, some days it's embarrassing enough that they say Alabama on them but then they had to go off with the whole God Bless America license plate and please don't get me started.

The whole process of becoming a legal Midwesterner took less than 35 minutes with virtually no wait time. Thank you, Midwest Motor Vehicle Registry People.

But about the adult woman after me at the vehicle registry. (I have more forgiveness in these matters if the woman in question is under, say, 22. This one was maturing fast into Oil of Olay territory and I should know.) She was wearing these Hello Kitty seashell flower earring thingys AND looking to register her car.

It was so confusing.

Was she forced to wear these as punishment for some vicious crime?

Or perhaps she was wearing these in the hope that they would disguise her horrible guilt?

Could it be that not everyone in the Great Midwest had heard about the thing called "Good Taste in Jewelry"?

Oh yah, that last one there, you betcha.

[It's high time, my friends, to make Hello Kitty Death Watch a Blogger post label...]

Update...

It's true, I would much rather know who McCain slept with and when he did that (though we all know about his family values, etc.) then worry about Lara Logan's sex life.

Sorry if I furthered a smear brought on by those who would tarnish her message that Iraq War coverage is more fucked than, well, Cindy was by McCain while he was married...oh nevermind. I was gonna also ask the total number of extra-marital affairs Rupert Murdoch, Bill O'Reilly, and Newt Gingrich have engaged in but I really, really, really don't want to know.

There.

Thursday quickies?

Really, advertisers around the globe are now trying to figure out how to Get Bill O'Reilly Steamed. Apparently, Madison Avenue, all you have to do his have a gay person in your ad. A big congratulations to Heinz, pulling the ad probably nets you half a mil in totally free youtube hits. And BillO? They don't serve Heinz mayonnaise at the better Key West accommodations, but you might want to check out the Key West website anyway, as long as I can see the look on your face when you do. Hee.

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If you're one of those people who has Tina Fey Lara Logan for your personal (not mentioning imaginary) girlfriend, ahem, you've got company. Lots.

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Holy crap. CQ Politics suggests that Obama not only bail out Hillary's campaign debt, but help Biden, Edwards, Richardson, and Dodd retire their debts as well.

Hell, why stop there? Let's pay off Republican campaign debts, too! Rudy Guiliani is so destitute from his disastrous primary campaign spend-a-thon (53 dollars and change per vote with no delegates to show for it) that he's taken to sleeping on subway cars.

If you ask me, there is something quite vile behind this meme that Obama has huge money to spare, a pernicious hinting at some Obama inevitability train. We know at which station that train terminates, so we ain't gettin' on it. Fight on, Democrats, one day and fifty states at a time.

And hell yeah, let's pay off Howard Dean's 2004 campaign debt. We OWE him.

Happy Thursday, ma hunnies.

Maybe this will get through the skulls of Louisiana and Texas...

Whew. Let's take as many 5-4 decisions as we can get and vote in November to make it 6-3 or better. Fast.

I mean, I know America's embrace of the death penalty gives us common ground with Libya and Iran, but really.

(image from here and also on my bulletin board)

Some (more) cheer up music if you need it.

Silly and fluffy, but the video is so funny and somehow the song came on the radio at just the right time. Gotta face the world and do some bizness today ma hunnies have a good one.

Found Art. Twenty Cents. At the Thrift.

"he just had a bad crying spell. Allie and Nan were here. I don't why he cried."

I love finding stuff with a story attached. I would have paid 20 cents for the card even without the needles.

And yeah, there was once a world where you could buy knitting needles at JC Penney.

File under....

Those who actually wish to live the soap opera lifestyle? Please, please, keep your personal drama off the blog as much as possible. Or, as Morse said at Salon last night, "What a fucking idiot."

From Fabulously Jinxed comes "Dramatic Internet Happening #1". FJ wisely changed the names to protect, um, whomever, and the emphasis below is mine:

Some dude (some of you know who) met some chick via the blogodrama. Dude was married to another woman. Dude met chick at a blog meetup. Dude and chick fell “madly” in love. Dude left wife to go live with chick in another state. Dude and chick broadcast their love affair on their blogs and all their blog buds are all happy for them. Anyway, Dude and chick are lovey-dovey in their new home they just bought in this other state. On the 10th Dude and chick decide to go back to Dude’s home state to take care of business. On the 11th Dude announces on his blog that he and his wife are back together and he’s taking a break. Chick makes no such announcement on her blog. There is no further explanation.

Shit fire, their blog friends are going nuts! One side is all “I’m on your side as long as you're happy”…blah blah blah. The other side is “You dick! How could you do that to us?” And me? I’m like “That’s some soap opera shit right there.”

You had me saying "what a fucking idiot" at the "broadcast and bought a house" part. You know, in school there were always kids who were bad in order to get attention. But bad blogging? Trust me, I never read the blogs involved but that's some soap opera shit bad blogging right there.

But then again back in school, I was (and am) the good girl who didn't need attention, except of course that I do. But this kind of attention? I think posting disembodied panties works so much better, and they're just bad enough, doncha know.


[Allow me to take this opportunity to thank the blog friends who, at no time during the past year, have said to me, not even once, "I’m on your side as long as you're happy." Of course, I wasn't buying a house with a married Kossack.

Nevertheless, my friends, you have no idea how much that lack of insincerity means to me.]

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Blue Gal vlog 6/23

Blue Gal on the issue of "black enough/white enough" (seven minutes)

NY Times coverage of the Obama "Kansas values" ad (I excerpt comment 64) here.

Background on Congressman Artur Davis at his wiki page.

Snoop Dog (b. 1972) article at Esquire was appropriately bumped by George Carlin. RIP.

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UPDATE: Emailer asks "what's that 'Marxist' shirt you're wearing?" I'm sorry, this is way too Regis and Kelly for me, but the shirt is here.

Don't sweat it, it's summer.

Trust me, by the time that lovely GOP convention rolls around, you'll be glad again you have a blog platform already up and running. In the meantime, it's summer and even the Sunday News Shows seem to feel Kay Bailey Hutchison makes a good talking head for June. Really.

Video blog later this morning. Salon tonight.

Got the burnout meter from Samurai Frog.

Again with the taking on more responsibility than I can handle.

Due to lack of applicants I am now the presumptive assistant quilting editor over at The Aristocrats.

Shown above, "My mother would never have worn red panties", an art quilt from here. Needless to say the quilters are Ohio-based.

xo and get well soon to my much beloved colleague Sandy Underpants.

Saturday Song

A lil' Gin Blossoms with a hat tip to anyone graduating this year.

The Steve Martin School of Political Excuses?

"You ... can be a millionaire ... and never pay taxes." Then he reasons it out. "You say, 'Steve, how can I be a millionaire and never pay taxes?' Two simple words. Two simple words in the English language ... 'I forgot.' How many times do we let ourselves get into terrible situations because we don't say, 'I forgot'? Let's say you're on trial for armed robbery. You say to the judge, 'I forgot armed robbery was illegal'."


Representative Laura Richardson (D in this case stands for deadbeat if you believe the papers-CA)?

"I didn't know my house was in foreclosure."

is really really funny in a Steve Martin kind of way, but no.

Liberal is just another word for smartypants...

Some clever responses to some not-too-kind propaganda coming from the other side...





Search "Obama" at Cafepress to find more.

Thank you, alert readers. (ahem)

I have the best readers in the world. Always watching for panties in the news and then emailing me about it. Many thanks, I think.

Nice of MSNBC to interrupt their 24/7 Tim Russert funeral coverage, and I think this story did not go quite as long as their Middle East Peace Deal story, but I didn't time it.

Back to the video: call me ageist if you like, but I'm close enough to 52 to ask what the heck a 52 yo woman was doing putting on a goddamn thong. When you reach that delightful "certain age," (I turn 45 next month, ma hunnies) comfort trumps whatever sex appeal might come from exposing your butt cheeks in overpriced underwear made in China. Besides...



A reminder to everyone, too, that Victoria's real Secret is, she's a Republican.

Free advice for Madison Avenue

Um, okay, I'll bite. The marketing geniuses at Twix want us to blog about this, obviously.

But I just don't know where to begin with this one.

Let me put this very simply, Madison Avenue: a hairdo in an ugly sweater, who pulls a fucking Twix bar out of his pants at a party will never get into mine.

That, plus he is carrying a Ubiquitous Red Cup, and anyone who reads Hot Chicks with Douchebags knows that proximity to a URC, labels him as a definite douche.

And really, you portray this woman as politically obsessive and suffering from verbal diarrhea. She may be Michelle Malkin, for crying out loud. Lefty bloggers in my experience don't talk politics or blogging at parties anyway. That's shop, and it's tacky.

You wouldn't know this, because you are a Madison Avenue douchebag, but blogging is a bit like sex. One does not talk about it constantly if one is doing it well and fairly often.

What really happens at a party like this is, he pulls out a laser printed business card with his url, gets her email and waits three days to use it. Or he's been emailing her for sex, er, I mean, six months, and then she agrees to meet him at a party. She's already hot for him because he's such a good blogger, and so long as he doesn't use a Twix bar to help him think what to say next, the "apartment" thing might just happen.

All he has to do is make sure she isn't Michelle Malkin. Or Pammy. And lose the fucking Twix bar.

Dear MSNBC Executives: I volunteer...

[Love and kisses to the beautiful people coming from Crooks and Liars. Love on ya, Mike honey. xxx]

Dear MSNBC Executives:

I hereby volunteer to sit under the desk of Chris Matthews with a rubber mallet and hammer his foot hard every time he says the word "women."

Media Matters:

On the June 11 edition of Hardball, discussing an NBC/Wall Street Journal poll released that day, Matthews referred to Sen. John McCain's six-percentage-point advantage over Sen. Barack Obama among suburban white women (the poll found an Obama lead among women overall, 52-33 percent), and asserted, "[W]omen are low-hanging fruit, though, in the terms of politics. You can reach up and say, 'I'm pro-choice, he's not.' " He then added, "But you're playing for a close election. If you want to reach up for the higher, for the harder ones to reach, you can win big."

We read your shirt long ago, Tweety...

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Blue Gal vlog June 16

Four minutes in my new digs! And shout out to Splotchy, mentioned in the vlog above.

Looks like my webcam is still adjusting to the Midwest lighting. I'll work on that next time.

To those who spend Sunday afternoons writing.

I made no record of when this appeared in The New Yorker but it was a while ago. From a scrapbook I came across as I putter and "organize" my blogging room in delicious solitude.

Happy Father's Day...

I was never a saccharine "daddy's little girl" because he always treated my two sisters and me as beloved intellects. Thanks for that, Dad, and for being the man who always captured me on film better than anyone else ever could. I love you.


Dad took this
picture of me in 1963

Saturday Song

Ride with the tide and go with the flow... and have a Saturday as happy as this song, folks. There's a Greek food festival in town today so I expect to weigh about 400 pounds by evening, not counting the baklava.

Today...

We bow our heads, shocked into remembering just how fraking short life is, and wish his family and colleagues peace and comfort.

Tomorrow, I respectfully suggest we click on our Driftglass bookmarks and search for "Punkin". And remember how Russert, a highly-paid man in a position of marked responsibility, failed all of us over and over again.

Drifty from May, 2006:

[K]eep it simple and clear and remember that Russert (for example) is, for all intents and purposes, a White House operative who occasionally gets bent and cranky over side issues, but will always come to obedient heel over the big stuff.

He is not a journo. He is not in any sense “objective”. He’s not wearing a blue helmet, so why treat him like he is?

Why not come right back at him? Why not simply and directly ask Tim Russert why he doesn’t believe crimes and incompetence at the highest levels of government should be investigated?

Why anyone lying a nation into a war shouldn’t be prosecuted?

We'll never know if Russert planned to mention on MTP this Sunday, the articles of impeachment that were read on the House floor this week. Then again, we never expected him to. That's an added sadness many of us carry today.

Goddammit this made me cry.

h/t David Stephenson xxx

Laff line of the week.

From Emails from Jesus, on whether he spanks the monkey:

no, I do not pleasure myself. Whenever I get the urge, I just flip on Nancy Grace and am good to go for another year. She's the saltpeter of cable news.

Actually, no panties, but...

I know, I know, it's not gonna happen. Nevertheless, I'm wearing this shirt all day.

Yet another sign I am no longer in the deep south...

I keep having to pinch myself. Discussing job opportunities with a counselor here in the great Midwest.

Me: "I see you have job listings under "human rights". What's that about?"

Counselor: "The state's Department of Human Rights."

Me, with severe understatement: "We don't have that in Alabama."

Oh here ya go...

Watch for the terrorist fist bump at 4:02, my friends.

Salon tonight 9-10 Eastern Time. Hope to chat with you then!

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Chat about what's on your mind. More about public chats.

Salon tonight, video blog later this week.

Still getting the house (and my ragged self, oy what a weekend) ready for video blogging.

But we'll salon tonight...I look forward to catching up with everyone.



And when I hear this "Obama is naive" meme I realize the concern of many who celebrate George W. Bush's many years as UN Ambassador...

Oh, that's Obama supporter Richard Holbrooke.

...I meant, celebrating George W. Bush's formative years as an international diplomat...

Oh wait, that's Obama supporter Zbigniew Brzeziński.

That "Obama is Naive" meme is coming from among others international snuggle bunny John Bolton, inventor of the "endless war means good nutrition" meme, and sweetie pie John "my wife is a c*nt" McCain, inventor of "The Surge is Working" meme.

Nevermind.

Saturday Song

This song was playing on the radio as the children and I pulled out of the Alabama subdivision to drive to the Midwest. Seems fitting.

What's your favorite "embedding disabled by request" YouTube? Just kidding.

Must view

I know, I should nevah have gotten MSNBC. Anyhow, don't miss this interview with Zbig. Once you're out of office, you can speak common sense. heh.

Some cheer up music if you need it.

I just like it. And I'm really really happy about the news that Obama, who could have done otherwise, decided to play smart (duh) and keep Howard Dean on as DNC chair. Yay.



and btw, Terry McAuliffe? You've gotta find a better, healthier outlet for your grief than rum, pal. Maybe you'd like to join the DC/metro Cupcake enthusiasts group. Or something.

Oh my god.

I turn on my tv. She's tough talking to AIPAC? This morning?

Oh. My. God.

I see the two Presidential Candidates will be there too. And Pelosi and Reid and, oh nevermind. Nice timing of this convention, but really. I'm a proud anti-AIPAC Democrat.

I had kind words for her as she ends, willingly or not, her Presidential Campaign. As a Senator, I categorize her with Joe Lieberman. She's a radical Zionist, and her disaster-inducing one-sided ham-fisted foreign policy mindset is exactly why she should not be Vice President.

Tonight calls for a little Family Stone, my friends. (yay)

A good fight.

I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.

Go with God, and God bless you.

She's back.

Well, one died of pills and the bottle, poor talented thing, and the other raised lots of liberal quid, but alas, remains Barbara Streisand to this day.

We're here, [most of]* the yarn and the laptop are unpacked. Yes, it's blue gal now living in a primarily blue state. At least a midwestern one. That makes me happy and the children are thrilled with the house, the yard, the playroom, etc. Mommy gets her own playroom too, shown here:



*Oh shush about do I think I have enough yarn already. There's only a couple grocery bags left and it's mostly purple, so shush.