Fun with terror
Remember all the news stories about those “terrorist dry runs” at U.S. airports? With the wires in the cheese and whatnot? PSYCHE!
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Hatemongers
Great piece by David Neiwert about Bill O’Reilly’s latest jihad against Daily Kos, and how O’Reilly is actually one of the media’s most prominent rightwing hate peddlers, or as I call them, crapweasels.
But let’s face it. People eat this stuff up, and they have for generations. It’s understandable to want to look for someone to blame for your troubles, and Muslims, Mexicans and gay people are just this generation’s targets. In other eras it was Catholics. Or Irish. Or Jews. But the impulse, and the rhetoric, is the same.
Humanity has built amazing things, and discovered amazing things. But we’re still not that great about learning from our mistakes. The “Star Trek” society of peace and equality just isn’t going to happen with our species, I’m afraid.
And the train rolls on.
Campaign commercials
“Rabbit and Mouse” is my new internet obsession. I love how the two figures are brilliantly distilled down to just a few strokes. I also love the black-and-white esthetic. In some ways it reminds me of one of my previous obsessions, Boy on a Stick and Slither.
Spider Pig!
Spider Pig! Spider Pig!
Does whatever a Spider Pig does.
Can he swing from a web?
No he can’t…he’s a pig.
Look out! He’s a Spider Pig.
More later.
A new perspective
Thoughts on “The Wizard of Oz,” courtesy of my friend Adam:
How is it that Dorothy doesn’t have a broom? She brought he entire house. Doesn’t Auntie Em have a broom? And if she had a broom, maybe Glinda could bewitch it. Then she wouldn’t have to follow the yellow brick road.
Think about it.
Is there anything left?
Just when you think they can’t stoop any lower, they dig a trench. Sickening.
Making a choice
Next year, Americans will be making a choice.
And just like the last two times, they’re going to choose the hair. No doubt in my mind.
The pool story
When I was growing up, my grandmother had an in-ground swimming pool. The house was built in the 30s, and the designer brought a water pipe out from the house to the pool – it stuck out just above the water line on the shallow end. It was obviously meant to make it easier to refill the pool or top it off when the water evaporated.
One of my clearest memories of childhood was at the height of summer going down to the basement to turn on the water to the pool, and then running out and standing in the shallow end under the gush of ice-cold water. It was absolute heaven.
Because that was the only residential pool I ever knew, I always thought that everyone had a cold-water pipe going out to their pool. When my mother built her pool a decade ago, I was puzzled to see that it was just a hole in the ground. “Where’s the water pipe?” I asked her. “No one has that,” she said. “How do you fill up the pool?” I asked. “With a hose,” she said, in the calm tones you use talking to a preschooler.
Now that summer has slammed into the Midwest, and I’m facing six weeks of heat and humidity and general wilting, I sure could use one of those water pipes right about now.