Everybody said it was a shame
‘Cause her daddy’s daughter din’t do nothin’ when she ran for public office ‘cept leave behind a big ol’ joke in the form of
Her name

That’s not how I remember it. Rather:

Do ya like boobs a lot?
Yeah I like boobs a lot.
Why d’ya like boobs a lot
Ya gotta like boobs a lot!

Do ya wear your jock a lot?
Yeah I wear my jock a lot.
Why d’ya wear your jock a lot.
Ya gotta wear your jock a lot!

Out on the football, football field
You never can tell what a heel can wield–
Hey!

Do you (etc.)

Eleven boys and three girls? This is an abomination unto My eyes, yea, for it doth reflect an inversion of My preferred ratio of Mormon men to women, which should commence with that of Surf City (two girls for ev’ry boy) and proceed in like manner from there. Let Mitt Romney and his issue therefore be shunned and his tribe’s women be cast out as up-fucking the natural order.

From the Great Female Hope of the Republican Party to its Rusty Warren–in five years. Who knows what the future holds!

I had to learn an art form too often missing these days in partisan talk — the art of conversation, particularly with those who might disagree with me.

Yes, if there’s one reaction we have when watching Erik, Son of Erik and his compeers speak on CNN, it’s, “My, how artistic.” We’ll miss that, of course. But it’s a comfort to know that a comparable artistic practice will now be available on Fox News. You can’t spell “Eric and Sean Hannity agree that Obama is a far-left socialist” without the R in “artistic.”

It sounds like she was an actual conservative, as many Republicans were in the pre-Nixon era. The more the GOP became influenced by, and then dominated by, cultural reactionaries, evangelical know-nothings, and outright racists–and the more that constituency has been manipulated by corporatists and plutocrats–the more sincere conservatives must have been (and, you’d think, still are) repulsed. As I’ve said 1200 times online, today there are no conservatives in American public life. There are only Republicans.

MEIN GOTT! Why didn’t I see this before??? Soros is a palindrome!
A palindrome…of…EVIL!

Worse. A palindrome of live evil.

It’s not too late! Sign me up.

This will teach me to post without reading the posts that already exist.

What makes you think you put the ring on a hand?

The final tragedy–if “tragedy” is the word I want, and not “slightly sad confirmation of human nature”–is that, no matter what she (or anyone) looks like, if she had a decent personality, and wasn’t a tiresome, moralizing bigot, she’d find her mate, the way everyone else does. After the callow 20s, men really are attracted to intelligence and heart.

All this reminds me of SCTV’s bit about Outtakes from “Civilization”–
“humorous” bloopers and mis-speakings by Sir Kenneth Clark that only he found terribly droll, while the rest of the world sighed and said, “Okay, let’s do another take.” Megan thinks that we’re impressed by her intellectuality when we see how “fun” she can be in applying serious economic analysis to the relatively trivial and benign activity of giving Xmas gifts.

What she doesn’t see–what she never sees–is the immense self-satisfaction in “admitting” (i.e., bragging) that she wants X and is delighted to get it. As a libertarian, she thinks her desires are sacred, and she thinks that we think that our own desires are sacred. That’s one reason why libertarianism is a teenager’s philosophy. An adult who has some education and some impulse toward intellectual honesty will know that her/his desires are vanities, frivolities that we indulge only if we are lucky and privileged enough to do so. That McArdle thinks we all approve of and agree with her ardor for this fry pan or that appliance just shows her immaturity. That, in the service of those desires, she defends and pimps for corporatist and plutocratic people and institutions, shows her moral corruption.

@ debg–Yes, it refers to Ralph Reed. Don’t shoot me, I’m just the messenger.

Can you imagine being on such a cruise? To be surrounded by Jonah Goldberg and his lot, on one side, and by people who want to be surrounded by them on the other? To observe the spectacle of Norman Podhoretz and Midge Decter smilingly clapping along to “Brown Sugar”? It’s dollars to doughnuts you would end up gasping in horror, as Mia Farrow does in Rosemary’s Baby, “This is no dream. This is really happening!”

Leggy AND boobalicious? Stop, yer killin’ me heah.

Back atcha, Bogg.

Classic McArdle:

1. Nothing can be done.
2. Other people should suffer, because (see no. 1.)

Also, she doesn’t see how anyone can safely secure weapons at home from an adult child living there, but she DOES see how it’s possible to teach elementary school children–if only we had the will!–to overcome their (and everyone’s) most basic flight-for-survival instinct, and “rush the shooter.”

As we have known for years, espec. thanks to Susan of Texas, it’s not that Megan McArdle is intellectually stupid. It’s that she’s intellectually dishonest and morally an imbecile.

I’d like to tell you a story of our morning after, however. One that transpired into one of the most glaring epiphanies I’d ever had.

You can’t BUY terrible writing like this. You also can’t buy video of the bride and groom’s wedding night, alas. Or so I assume. Too bad. What could be cuter than a wingnut simpleton having sex for the first time and thinking he can compare it to everyone else’s?

Together with Breitbart News, I’m going to expose corruption in Washington.

(I quote this all the time, but only because it’s so great.)

As Dominick Dunne said when O.J. proclaimed that he was going to spend the rest of his life searching for his wife’s real killer, “Let’s watch.”

It was emceed by Field Searcy, a local conservative activist who was forced out of the Georgia Tea Party in April due to his endorsement of conspiracy theories about the president’s birth certificate and the collapse of World Trade Center Tower 7.

Can we please, amid the hurly-burly of our daily round, pause to savor and appreciate this? This guy was too nuts for the Georgia Tea Party. Let’s see if we can get him on the show one of these days.

Right. It’s monitor monitoring, all the way down.

matrons of vengeance

Everywhere you look, excellent band names.

Proposed: the electoral equivalent of Boxing Day–i.e., the holiday AFTER the big day–on which, the day after an election, prominent pundits (Dick Morris, Peggy Noonan) who got it spectacularly wrong, are paraded through the streets, installed in stockades (or whatever those public shaming clamping thingies are) and pelted with surplus produce.