I have found a new way to satisfy my Sopranos addiction. This is a pretty good clip video even though season 1 is woefully underrepresented. More Livia, please. She's the ultimate bad mommy.
I have found a new way to satisfy my Sopranos addiction. This is a pretty good clip video even though season 1 is woefully underrepresented. More Livia, please. She's the ultimate bad mommy.
As always, New Orleans puts the weird into the news of the weird. The wax in question is actually-get ready-earwax but it involves a dispute between rival bars so I'm giving them both the, uh, business:
It was apparently meant to be a joke, but those who were supposed to be the punch line are not laughing.
While watching a football game on Jan. 1, Michael Miller, who owns the Carrollton Station bar, ran across the street to Willow, a bar formerly known for years as Jimmy’s Music Club, and slipped a smoldering piece of paper into a door.
Willow was not damaged, but on Monday night, New Orleans police arrested Miller, 43, at his bar at Willow and Dublin streets and booked him on a count of attempted simple arson. He was released on his own recognizance, according to Orleans Parish Criminal District Court records.
Attempts to contact Miller by phone and in person Tuesday were unsuccessful.
According to court documents, Miller told the arresting officers that his action was a joke.
Miller told WWL-TV that the item he lit is designed to suck wax from ears. When he heard that, he said, he took it to Willow to “suck out all the bad mojo” because the bar has had trouble getting business since reopening last year.
Jimmy Anselmo, who opened Jimmy’s Music Club in 1978 and now leases the building to Willow’s operators, declined to speak to a reporter. His wife, however, said despite Miller’s claims of lighthearted tomfoolery, the action was disturbing.
“Once they asked him about it, he claimed it was benevolent, that it was to get rid of bad spirits,” Joan Anselmo said. “It’s not like he threw gas on the building and lit a match, but it’s not funny.”
I nearly called this post "life imitates Bar Wars" but this went farther than the gang at Cheers ever did. I suspect that Cliff Clavan would be able to lecture at length on the topic of earwax mojo but I'm at a loss for words. I did, however, once name a white fluffy cat Q-Tip.
So much for waxing poetic. I'm not sure if the late Louisiana music great Gatemouth Brown had earwax issues but he did have his mojo working
I've never watched the Golden Globes. I *almost* did this year to see Tina Fey and Amy Poehler host but was out that night and forgot to DVR it. So it goes. One thing that everyone has been talking about is the blowback from the Lifetime Achievement Award given to Woody Allen. I guess the Golden Globalists want controversy because Woody doesn't give a shit about awards. Thanks to Twitter his estranged ex-partner Mia Farrow and his bio-son Ronan reiterated allegations that he's a pervert and pedophile. (Btw, I like Satchel better as a name but I'm a baseball history buff and that's neither here nor there in any event.)
On to this week's malakatude perpetrated by Vice.com. They've posted a piece by Megan Koster entitled Is It Still OK to Like Alleged Child Molester Woody Allen. I'm not taking a position on the allegations because I'm not sure who to believe, not because I like most of Woody Allen's movies. That's irrelevant to me, I like Roman Polanski's films but think he should have served his time in jail for rape. There's one important difference: Polanski has been convicted whereas Allen was accused many years after the abuse allegedly occurred.
I think the article is pretty good for what it is, BUT Vice posted a "mugshot" of Woody Allen that is a still of him as Fielding Melish in Take The Money And Run, which is a 1969 comedy. The only identification of the picture as a FICTIONAL MUG SHOT is a small link below it. The implication is, of course, that Allen has been arrested at some point when he has not, but Vice does just enough to avoid being sued back into the stone age. When the story is shared as a link on social media, all one sees is Fielding Melish's nebbishy fictional face and all he was ever charged with was the use of a "gub" whilst robbing a bank.
I've said it before and will say it again: some things are not funny. Mocking Woody Allen is fine even though he got there with the joke first many, many moons ago. But accusations of child molestation simply ain't funny whether true or untrue. Posting a fictional "mugshot" goes beyond taking sides into making allegations that Vice.com can only support with links to Vanity Fair's fall Farrowpalooza. To some extent that article and the Farrow's tweets were aimed at making the public take sides in their family feud. And I have a firm policy of steering clear of other people's family drama.
Does this classic Hearstian-Beaverbrookian-Murdochian yellow journalism shock me or anyone named Ian ? Hell no, but posting that fake musgshot is classic malakatude . And that is why Vice.com is malaka of the week.
Governor Fat Fuck's supporters argue that because he's blunt and blustery, he's not a big fat liar. That's obviously wrong since he said at his epic presser that he'd had no contact with David (They're the children of Buono supporters) Wildstein "in a long time:"
New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie (R) and the former Port Authority of New York and New Jersey executive who ordered the lane closures on the George Washington Bridge in September were together on the third day of the closures, The Wall Street Journal reported on Tuesday.
The former official, David Wildstein, was part of a delegation that welcomed the governor to the site of the the World Trade Center on Sept. 11 for a commemoration on the 12th anniversary of the attacks. The lane closures began on Sept. 9.
Also part of the delegation were Bill Baroni, another former executive at the Port Authority, and David Samson, the Port Authority chairman. Both Wildstein and Baroni announced their resignations from the Port Authority after Democrats in New Jersey began asking questions about possible political motives for the lane closures.
Photographs obtained by the Wall Street Journal show Christie standing next to Wildstein on Sept. 11.
Can you imagine being a ratfucking hack and not telling your big boss about your latest triumph? I certainly cannot, especially since Wildstein was a nerd in high school whereas Christie was a self described VBMOC. And they want us to believe that Wildstein resisted the temptation of taking a trip to sycophant city? Governor Pufferfish better hope they don't give Wildstein immunity or he'll be singing like Pat Dinizio.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. I love this scandal. It gives internet smart asses like me a chance to nip at the ankles of Roger Ailes' fantasy league Presidential candidate. And that's one reason I'm all over this like a cheap suit stolen by Patsy Parisi.
Finally, Bruce Springsteen chimed in on the GW Bridge Too Far scandal with Jimmy Fallon in this zany Born To Run parody:
Tramps like us, baby, we were born to sit.
This week's entry is the cover of Hell, a 1974 James Brown LP I'd never heard of. Good gawd, y'al. I love the Hardest Working Man in Show Business, but he was known more for his brilliant, frenetic live performances and his stellar singles than for his elpees. In short, I've died and gone to Godfather of Soul hell or something like that. Good gawd, y'all. The album art was done by Joe Belt who is known for his Native American and Western images. Here's what the artist had to say about going to Hell:
This is an album cover I did for James Brown back in the mid-70's. The album has recently been re-released as a double-CD set, and has been deemed as the most artistic and creative work of his long career. He was a professional to work with, and extremely nice. I don't know where the original art is, but I sent it to Polydor Records, in New York City, at the time.
Here's the front cover:
Here's the back cover:
Here's JB on Soul Train sending the audience straight to Hell. Good gawd, y'all:
I haven't seen all of 'Girls,' because I'm about 20 years past the target market, because squick humor generally isn't my thing, and because Lord God I watch enough TV already. But something about Lena Dunham and/or her work makes people who are not otherwise unintelligent start spouting the most ridiculously sexist bullshit*, and I dig that about her, hard:
Girls producers went on the defensive Thursday evening in response to a question during the show’s panel at the Television Critics Association press tour about the show’s nudity.
But that’s putting it mildly.
If you ask exec producer Judd Apatow, who addressed the incident after the panel, the wording of the reporter’s question itself, directed to creator and star Lena Dunham, was not only “offensive” but “sexist” and “misogynistic.” (For the record, here it is verbatim: “I don’t get the purpose of all the nudity on the show — by [Dunham] in particularly. I feel like I’m walking into a trap where you go, ‘Nobody complains about all the nudity on Game of Thrones,’ but I get why they do it. They do it to be salacious and titillate people. And your character is often nude at random times for no reason.”)
“That was a very clumsily stated question that’s offensive on it’s face, and you should read it and discuss it with other people how you did that,” Apatow said, speaking to the reporter who asked the question. “It’s very offensive.”
I'm not a huge fan of nudity in general. God and Christian Dior gave us clothes, I live in a cold climate and I didn't grow up in a naturist colony. But hey, to each his own, enjoy yourselves. Where I take issue is the presumption that the nudity on Girls is "for no reason."
Because what are the reasons YOU are naked, in your daily life? Taking a shower, getting dressed, just don't feel like stuff yourself into jeans that day? Walk around in a short dress, a T-shirt, have to pee by the roadside because there are no bathrooms for miles? Having sex? Getting ready to have sex, laying around after having sex? Sleeping? Those are all reasons (from about two eps I caught on re-runs last night) for characters on the show to be naked.
They're just not reasons that involve looking inviting to men. They're not "for" anyone besides the naked person.
And that's the difference between the blatant pleas for attention that take place on Swords & Titties (WHICH IS COMING BACK APRIL 6 OMG), and the nudity on a show like Girls. This guy doesn't find the latter sexy, and after all, naked chicks are supposed to be sexy, right? They're supposed to only be naked if they're titillating you.
Otherwise, cover up.
*See also Taylor Swift. Shut up.
The best known line of the movie adaptation of All The President's Men is, "follow the money." Deep Throat said it in the film but it's not in the book. It's classic Reel History. I do believe, however, that Mark Felt wore a felt fedora on occasion...
Okay, I'm wildly off track, which happens to me every time I contemplate Tricky Dick, Watergate, and the mysteries of Bob Woodward's accent. Anyway, MSNBC's Steve Kornacki has been all over the GW Bridge Too Far story and he knows his stuff. He covered Jersey politics for years and knows the difference between a political boss and The Boss. Steve has added another highly plausible theory to the Fat Fuck file, it's about a billion dollar development project in Fort Lee right near the GWB:
This sordid tale of greedy contractors, scared politicians, payback and retribution made me, of course, think of the Newark Galleria plot line in The Sopranos. The good news for folks in Fort Lee is that Johnny Sack and Ralph Ciffaretto won't be able to wet their fictional beaks on this project. The parallels to my all-time favorite teevee show is one reason why I'm so fascinated by Gov Fat Fuck's potential implosion, but it also has something to do with living in the Gret Stet of Louisiana for over 30 years. Another MSNC host,Chris Hayes, had a "tournament of corruption" between Lousiana, Jersey, Illinois, and Flordia. It was declared a tie by the host:
There's a lot of competition for the corruption crown, which is why, when there's a scandal, don't append a gate to it, instead follow the money. Me, I'd skip meeting Hal Holbrook in a parking garage, they're inherently creepy. Just ask Dr. Melfi.
Rachel Maddow has posited that the lane closure clusterfuck might have been payback for the Senate Democratic Leader's jousting with Governor Fat Fuck over State Supreme Court nominations. Fort Lee is in her district and the timing of A Bridget Too Far Kelly's instantly infamous email is just right. Watch, learn, and theorize:
Some movies are impossible to review. How does one analyze Anchorman 2: The Legend Continues? The sequel to one of the funniest films of the aughties throws a lot of shit at the wall and most of it sticks. In short, it made me laugh enough to merit 3 stars or a grade of B. Even though it's set in the past, I'm skipping the Reel Films scoring system. Ain't nothing realistic about Ron Burgundy and the gang.
Exiting the movie, Dr. A and I discussed how Siskel and Ebert approached movies like The Naked Gun series, Airplane or most things by Mel Brooks. Gene would earnestly attempt to make sense out of the senseless and then Roger would do his test: did it make me laugh and were there any BIG LAUGHS? Anchorman 2 passed the Ebert test but if you didn't find it funny, I get it.
Btw, the post title refers to the racist, drunken, possibly gay sports guy (no, not Bill Simmons) running a fried chicken place that actually served fried bat. You know, chicken of the cavern. I bet you can cook it in your science oven too...
Phil Robertson the cranky bigoted teevee quacker is back. A&E has issued a statement claiming to explain why, but I think this Randy Newman song sums it up quite nicely:
Screw you, TBogg!
I can't call this week's Obsession the "Dick Dynasty edition", and it's ALL YOUR FAULT!!
Whew. I feel better now. Might as well pry the lid off the drum of bubbling duck-stupid.
‘Duck Dynasty’ Star Phil Robertson Fired Following Anti-Gay Remarks
Variety ^ | Dec. 18, 2013 | AJ Marechal
Posted on 12/18/2013 6:47:00 PM by Blue Turtle
“Duck Dynasty” star Phil Robertson has been fired from the reality program following his controversial remarks in GQ magazine regarding homosexuality.
A+E Networks, parent company of A&E, has released the following statement to Variety:
“We are extremely disappointed to have read Phil Robertson’s comments in GQ, which are based on his own personal beliefs and are not reflected in the series Duck Dynasty. His personal views in no way reflect those of A+E Networks, who have always been strong supporters and champions of the LGBT community.”
Atrios asked me (on Facebook) if the Freeperati were "freeping out" over this. My reply:
"And I was going to take a break. This always happens."
To: Blue TurtleAre you kidding me?
The left is really asking for it.
To: Blue Turtle
I hope his entire family simple(sic) says they will not do the show without him. Let them CHOKE on that!
Left wing fascism at its worst.
To: Blue Turtle
so they prefer an anus?
To: Blue Turtle
Well I guess all A&E programs are off the play list.
To: Blue Turtle
Thin-skinned Gaystapo strikes again.
To: Blue TurtleShut 'er down and move to another network.
Or start your own like Glenn Beck did.
To: Blue Turtle
The anus-lovers of A&E have spoken.
If you’re REALLY outraged, cancel your cable. Yeah...that’s happening. That is why the left has conservatives on the run...all talk, no action.57 posted on 12/18/2013 7:01:34 PM by who knows what evil? (G-d saved more animals than people on the ark...www.siameserescue.org.)..
To: who knows what evil?If you’re REALLY outraged, cancel your cable. Yeah...that’s happening. That is why the left has conservatives on the run...all talk, no action.
You're on the internet, right?
Who provides most internet connections? Cable companies.
We're screwed either way.
The trouble is, the only way a cable-only network can crash and burn is if the reaction is so strong is that folks cancel the whole cable bundle that includes it to drop the channel. Of course, this should accelerate the decision of folks to “cut the cable”, but I’m not sure that can hurt Hearst’s and Disney’s bottom line enough to harm the A&E brand in the estimation of its owners.
Writer Roy Clarke was the creative force behind the classic Britcom, Keeping Up Appearances. He created two, count em two, great comic characters in Onslow the lovable layabout, and his snooty sister-in-law Hyacinth Bucket, I mean Bouquet. Here's a holiday episode for your enjoyment:
Jindal issued a statement Thursday that suggested Robertson's remarks should have been respected under the First Amendment and that they were less objectionable than the behavior of pop star Miley Cyrus.
“Phil Robertson and his family are great citizens of the State of Louisiana. The politically correct crowd is tolerant of all viewpoints, except those they disagree with. I don’t agree with quite a bit of stuff I read in magazine interviews or see on TV," Jindal said. "In fact, come to think of it, I find a good bit of it offensive. But I also acknowledge that this is a free country and everyone is entitled to express their views. In fact, I remember when TV networks believed in the First Amendment. It is a messed up situation when Miley Cyrus gets a laugh, and Phil Robertson gets suspended."
I really wish PBJ had someone on his staff who could write at above the 4th grade level draft his statements. Of course, it has to be at that level for most Robertson fans to understand. I wonder what "Bobby" thinks about this overlooked quote about the "good old days" in the Gret Stet:
I never, with my eyes, saw the mistreatment of any black person. Not once. Where we lived was all farmers. The blacks worked for the farmers. I hoed cotton with them. I'm with the blacks, because we're white trash. We're going across the field.... They're singing and happy. I never heard one of them, one black person, say, ‘I tell you what: These doggone white people’—not a word!... Pre-entitlement, pre-welfare, you say: Were they happy? They were godly; they were happy; no one was singing the blues.
That makes me want to sing Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah and watch a bootleg copy of Song Of The South. Or maybe I should watch Gone With The Wind and find the bit where Ashley Wilkes reminisces about the happy darkies singing in their palatial cabins...
I'm never surprised when Southern whites of a certain age talk about the good old days before desegregation: I've heard it before and will hear it again, alas. It's part of their genetic code. At least you can say that Phil Robertson is an equal opportunity hater.
PBJ won't be the only one defending Phil Robertson based on his First Amendment right to be an idiot. We'll be hearing a lot of that in the coming days, but Robertson's OTT bigotry is bad for business, which is why A&E has suspended the bearded bozo. How long it will last, nobody knows but for now A&E is ducking and covering...
I'll give Ray Davies the last word. Quack:
I don't get the popularity of Duck Dynasty. I've watched it a few times and have gotten bored so I asked myself why the duck am I watching this and stopped. I do, however, know people who like it, and I'm tolerant of their enjoyment of a bunch of rich dudes in ZZ Top beards reading lines some hack writer has handed them. It's what passes for reality teevee in 2013. I remain intolerant of people who say stupid shit and lecture others about sin and morality and that's why camo-wearing, biblethumping Phil Roberston is malaka of the week.
For some reason, Robertson let snarkmeister Drew Magary follow him around and write a profile for GQ entitled What the Duck? A good alternative title might have been Why A Duck, which is a Chico Marx line from Duck Soup but I digress. Anyway, it's no mystery that Duck Dynasty plays best in the red state/hookworm belt and that Phil Robertson is a right winger but being a homophobic bigot isn't good for your Q Score. Here are some quotes I cribbed from a Yahoo News account of Robertson's malakatude
Speaking with GQ, Robertson lamented that when "everything is blurred on what's right and what's wrong ... sin becomes fine." So just what qualifies as sinful in his book?
"Start with homosexual behavior and just morph out from there — bestiality, sleeping around with this woman and that woman and that woman and those men," he declared.
Phil probably should have cut himself off at this point, but instead he paraphrased Corinthians. "Don't be deceived. Neither the adulterers, the idolaters, the male prostitutes, the homosexual offenders, the greedy, the drunkards, the slanderers, the swindlers — they won’t inherit the kingdom of God," he warned. "Don't deceive yourself. It's not right."
What's more, according to him, it's basically incomprehensible. "It seems to me, a vagina — as a man — would be more desirable than a man's anus," he explained. "That's just me. I'm just thinking, 'There's more there! She's got more to offer.' I mean, come on, dudes! You know what I’m saying? But hey, sin: It's not logical, my man. It's just not logical."
Sexuality is definitely NOT logical and neither is Phil Robertson. Has he never read any of Drew Magary's work? Magary is a walking gotcha question, if that makes any sense. These damn fool quotes also clarify why Duck Dynasty is scripted: homophobia is increasingly unacceptable except apparently among rich guys with long hair, unkempt beards, and no fashion sense. 40 years ago a guy who looked like Phil Robertson would have gotten his ass kicked in Monroe, LA (pronounced Mun-row for some reason) for being a hippie beardo. I guess that means there's been some progress up in North Louisiana but not when it comes to "sin."
Duck Dynasty bills itself as harmless fun for the whole family. That's why Robertson's letting his bigot flag fly is such a stupid thing to do. Every time an entertainer says something controversial they pay a price with some segment of their audience. A lot of those folks who've never tooted a duck call, toted a shotgun, or grown a long raggedy beard are going to be put off by Robertson's egregious malakatude and that's why Phil Roberston is malaka of the week.
Come Dine With Me is a long running British comedy/cooking/game/competition show featuring a group of strangers cooking for one another. BBC America ran it for awhile before they became obsessed with Top Gear. A YouTuber has posted a bevy of episodes, This one features an expatriate black American, a Tory activist, a yuppie fitness fanatic, and a left wing school teacher. There's now an American version on Lifetime and it's pretty darn good although the comedic narrator isn't as funny as Dave Lamb on the original. They really should have hired Kevin (Tom Servo) Murphy or maybe even me:
Fox host Megyn Kelly doesn't know a lot but what she knows she knows. You know what I'm saying?
“For all you kids watching at home, Santa just is white.”
Ms. Kelly was replying to a piece by Aisha Harris at Slate and just couldn't resist stating what to her was obvious. Along with Ms. Harris, I beg to differ:
Santa is loosely based on Saint Nicholas, a fourth-century Greek bishop known for secret gift-giving. But while the names “St. Nicholas” and “Santa Claus” are often used interchangeably, modern-day Santa hardly resembles his supposed inspiration, who was depicted as tall and thin and, you know, Greek.
As a Greek-American, I can testify that Greeks tend to be swarthy. The original Saint Nick was probably a brunette with cafe au lait skin and a very hairy back. My mother's Nordic genes are the only reason I escaped the hairy back thing but I do tan nicely. Trust me, I have many relatives who could pass for black if they wanted to. Of course, then they'd have to present their birth certificates to placate the birthers...
It got worse for Megyn with a Y. (Btw, does anyone know anyone who spells that name with a Y? I know only Megan's or Meghan's. Nary a Y or even YMCA in sight.) She elaborated on her, uh, historical knowledge:
Kelly, a Fox franchise player, dug herself in further by saying that Santa couldn’t be anything but Caucasian because he’s like Jesus. “Just because it makes you feel uncomfortable doesn’t mean it has to change,” Kelly said. “You know, I mean, Jesus was a white man, too.”
All this latest flap really illustrates is the abject stupidity of racial classifications. Only elderly white Republicans care if Jesus looked like a blond surfer dude from Orange County. Cowabunga. Of course, those are the people who watch Fox News. It's kind of a pity that Megyn Kelly is the one spouting this nonsense. I've had a soft spot for her ever since her epic smackdown of Karl Rove on election night. I guess it's time for her to enlist in Bill-O's war against the war on Christmas. That would be mighty white of her...
I'll let a certain Irish Catholic crooner have the last word with his legendary rendition of a Christmas classic that was written by a non-swarthy and possibly Republican Jew. Is that diverse enough for y'all?
I love my DVR. Actually, it's the cable company's DVR but I love it anyhoo. I recorded NBC's coverage of the Mandela memorial service and grazed on the highlights this morning. Two things happened that made me grind my teeth and cuss under my breath, I may have even used a 13 letter word, Doc.
The first thing that vexed me was Brian Williams' proclamation that "4 American Presidents are here." It's standard anchorspeak but we only have one President at a time. The proper formulation is President Obama and FORMER Presidents Carter, Clinton and Bush. Calling an ex-Oval One Mister President is a fairly recent development. Harry Truman preferred being called Senator or Judge Truman but now they're all President So and So. It's former President So and So, but this is a lost cause, much like trying to tell some people that Bobby Jindal is not a Brainiac despite all the evidence that supports my position. Having an Ivy League education doesn't mean you learned anything. His science classes certainly had a limited impact on what passes for PBJ's thinking.
Pet peeve number two is what happened on MSNBC when it was Morning Joe's time slot. They cut away from the Mandela coverage to show Scarborough and the usual suspects only returning to show Obama. I do not wanna see Tom Friedman, y'all. Whenever I see him I want to grab a straight razor and shave the "mustache of knowledge" off his smug mug. I must say Brian Williams and krewe did a pretty good job covering the memorial but then Joe, Mika and the eternally dim Chuck Todd took over. It was time to erase the recording. Splat.
Finally, I'm dreading the onslaught of ersatz outrage that will result from Obama's shaking Raul Castro's hand. Don't wingnuts have anything better to do with their time? Probably not.
That is all.
If you're not one of my New Orleans readers, you may be scratching your head and axing yourself, who the hell is Frank Davis. But if you're a New Orleanian, past or present, it's a big story. Frank Davis was a much loved broadcaster who died last night at the age of 71.
Frank was sui generis as a teevee features reporter/personality for WWL-TV. He did humorous features under the rubric Naturally N'Awlins. He was also the fish and game guy as well as doing a weekly cooking segment on the top rated WWL morning news. He did everything with good cheer and earthy wit, which made him the Yat's Yat.
One thing many folks don't know about my city is how good the local teevee news is here; even the crap stations are pretty darn good and Frank worked for the behemoth of NOLA teevee, WWL. Even in that context, Frank stood out and after Katrina and the Federal Flood, he did some outstanding hard news reporting on the impact of the storm on the environment and local food industry. Frank could do it all. He will be missed.
Here's how WWL remembered Frank on the air last night:
German President Joachim Gauk will not be gawking at the Sochi Olympics next year. Did I say gawking? A pun, a weak one admittedly, but a pun nonetheless. In reality, he will not be leading the German delegation to protest Putania's human rights record and all of those creepy bare chested pictures of Vlad doing manly shit. Keep your shirt on, Vlad and I mean that literally...
Nation states customarily send high ranking cats and kittens to wave the flag at the opening ceremonies. In 2012, FLOTUS led our delegation to woody old London. This time we should downgrade our representation because of Russia's recently enacted anti-LGBT laws, and send Putin a message that is not named Edward Snowden...
In the spirit of helpfulness for which I am famous, I considered suggesting Speaker Boner since he's technically a high ranking guvmint official but is actually a big orange joke. Instead, I think we should combine protest and parody by sending some outstanding gay Americans to represent the US and A. I hereby nominate <drum roll> the Fab Five. No, not the Michigan hoops team that shoulda won the national championship, I mean these guys:
Yeah, I know Queer Eye is a bit dated, but watching their recent 10th anniversary special reminded me of what amazing chemistry these guys have. Just imagine Carson going through Putin's clothes and mocking Vlad's butchest outfits. Ted could give him cooking tips, Kyan could teach him how to use a tongue scraper, Thom could paint the Kremlin red, and Jai could do whatever the hell does. It's a winner I tell ya, and if Vlad doesn't like it, Ted could tell him that he's been chopped...
I'm an obsessive Sopranos fan. Once when a friend and colleague of Dr. A's asked me if I'd ever seen the Sopranos, my wife burst out in hysterical laughter and had to be sedated. Not really but it makes for a good story...
Anyway, it was James Gandolfini day in the late actor's home town of Park Ridge, NJ the other day. They renamed a stretch of road after Gandolfini and some of his teevee family showed up to pay their respects. The photo was taken by Amy Newman of NorthJersey.com:
The final season of Treme commenced tonight. It was a mixed bag but some of the characters I *really* hoped would vanish-Sonny, Annie, and Nelson Hidalgo-were still there. Bummer, man. I'd rather spend more quality time with La Donna, Antoine, and Big Chief Lambreaux but what can I say?
The series has charted a course quite similar to the post-federal flood city that it's set in. The high hopes of season one have given way to the sporadic pleasures of seasons 3 and 4. I'm going to stick it out because there's still a lot of good stuff going on, and Steve Zahn didn't yell as much as in past seasons, but the thrill is gone for this viewer.
TBogg is back and as funny as ever. In fact, the title of the quoted post would be a solid choice as headline of the week if I were picking one: How The Bashir Stole Christmas:
As you may have heard last week, Martin Bashir, who is a teevee guy on the ObaMSNBCa network, said that someone should poop and pee in shit-talkin’ word-manglin’ half-term governorin’ Sarah Palin’s mouth which is NOT A NICE THING TO SAY unless you are talking about David Vitter (R-Pampers) who will actually pay you to do that to him because he is a job creator and also he thinks it’s kind of hawt. Needless to say Bashir’s comment pissed off (but not in the mouth) Sarah Palin something fierce and you will not like a pissed-off Sarah Palin who, every night before bed, soaks herself in bathtub filled with bile and grievance and hate in order to keep her edge but also because it keeps her skin glowing and supple just like any other woman who has a decent shot at becoming a great-grandmother before the age of 54.
I foreswore posting about half-Governor Palin quite some time ago, but could not resist posting something that takes a shot at Diaper Dave. Well played, sir.
Comedian and JFK impressionist Vaughn Meader's career suffered collateral damage from the assassination. It never recovered from the events of 11/22/1963, which is one reason the assassination buffs have never suspected him:
Here's Meader on teevee doing JFK:
Moms Mabley week at First Draft continues with three of her LP covers. I'd never seen the last one until the other day and it cracks me up since it has LBJ, HHH, and RFK waiting on the White House porch for the arrival of the grand dame. It is, of course, sci-fi since Lyndon and Bobby were *never* on speaking terms and not even Moms could have brought those two together:
He knows how to do this. He knows how to play this game.
Truer words were never spoken. In fact, Zimmerman called 911 to get his side of the story on the record while the cops were outside. His side is that Ms. Scheibe is batshit crazy and went after him even though he threw her out of her own house.
I'm trying very hard not to say I told you so to Zimmerman's apologists. Fuck that: I told you so.
Here's a segment from The Last Word wherein Lawrence O'Donnell, Joy-Ann Reid and Lisa Bloom discuss the latest lies of the man who got away with murdering Trayvon Martin:
I'm obsessed with old school comedians. I'll use any excuse, find any pretext to mention Don Rickles, Redd Foxx, Totie Fields, Henny Youngman or Fat Jack Leonard to name drop but a few. Some of my friends call me Shecky because of my fondness for puns and shticky humor. I like the nickname because it's a bow to the great Shecky Green. This is a long, roundabout way of saying that I'm interested in show biz history and shit that makes people laugh. Moms Mabley always made me laugh: from her frumpy floral house dress to her bucket hat to her toothless delivery, she was hilarious. Moms sounded like a bullfrog and looked like a demented old bat, but she was sharp as a freaking tack.
Whoopi Goldberg has produced and directed a documentary for HBO about Moms Mabley and it's a winner. Using talking heads, teevee clips from late in her career, and sound bites from her many elpees, Goldberg paints a portrait of a pioneer African-American female humorist with a sly, sarcastic, and subversive wit. I learned a lot from Whoopi's film including the fact that Moms was *very* political as well as naughty, and that she looked sharp in men's clothing when wearing her dentures. Most of all, Moms was funny, funny, funny. Check out the documentary on HBO and the clips below:
My consumption of JFK 50th anniversary teevee continued unabated last week. It was such a televisual event that watching images, both familiar and unfamiliar, has occupied more of my time than reading stuff on the internets. I've skipped the more lurid programming that can be found around the dial and online. I'm inclined to reject the Warren Report but find the mega-coup/CIA/LBJ threads to be ludicrous albeit frequently unintentionally amusing. I'm not big on the Cubo-Soviet strand of assassination buffery either. I lean in the direction of Mob hit theory since it's one of the few plausible explanations as to why nobody has squealed.
Now that I've declared myself a lone gunman agnostic, here are some random comments on some of last week's programming with the odd link since I mustered the energy to consult with Mr. Google:
PBS' American Experience, JFK: Speaking of rehashing material and treading on familiar-to me at least-ground this two-parter was competently done in the Ken Burns style. But it featured way too many historians doing the whole big picture dance thing for my taste. As much as I enjoy seeing Robert Caro, I prefer earlier Kennedy documentaries that featured the people who were actually there and knew the man. Give me Ted Sorensen over scholar-squirrel Robert Dallek any day. (I don't know about you but I'm glad that my last name doesn't evoke images of the Whovian villains, the Daleks.) If they were going to feature histo-journalists, I wish they'd have turned to Salon founder David Talbot whose book Brothers broke some new ground in Kenendy lore.
This documentary is a decent introduction for the uninitiated since it has a lot of good film clips of the life and times of JFK, but if you know the story, it's strictly for obsessives such as moi.
Every time I hear of Rob Ford's latest idiotic escapade, I miss Chris Farley. Imagine Farley on SNL, or anywhere for that matter, playing Rob Ford. He had the girth, the moves and an array of vacant faces that would bring the crazed Toronto Mayor to life. If Ford doesn't chill out sometime soon, he might wind up living in a van down by the river like Matt Foley:
It's always heart warming when 2 past malakas of the week get into a public spat. Imbecile Senator and 5/10/13 honoree James Inhofe has gone after last week's prince of malakatude, Chris Christie. Dim Jim blames Christie and his fleece jacket for Willard Mittbot Romney's defeat last year. It's, of course, utter nonsense but it's a widely shared view on the right. Romney lost because he didn't have a pulse and the nation wasn't ready for its first robot President.
Thus far Christie hasn't fired back but that surely cannot last. Governor Pufferfish *lives* for confrontation and drama. It's one reason I kept expecting him to show up on The Real Housewives of New Jersey to hang out with Juicy Joe and his wacky family. That dream, alas, ended when Joe and Tree were indicted for being reality soap bozos among other things. Enough low brow nonsense.
The MSM Christie craze reminds me of the Rudy craze, the brief Herman Cain craze, and the pet rock craze. They're called crazes because they're crazy, after all. One reason Governor Kramden is so successful at home is that he's Jersey writ large. I'm not sure how well that bombastic, loud personality will export. Loud jerks from Jersey tend to be an acquired taste in my experience.
Anyway, I'd like to thank Senator Inhofe for playing true to form and saying something stupid. I eagerly await Christie's response. It's gotta be better than reading Noam Scheiber's wildly speculative piece about the fantasy camp 2016 Presidential candidacy of Elizabeth Warren. (Note: I like Senator Warren but expect she'll continue to be one of the most effective frosh Senators in history.) Dave Weigel's takedown of Scheiber's piece is a must read classic, so go read it already.
That is all.
The 50th anniversary of the Kennedy assassination is fast approaching. As a history buff and JFK fan, I'm an avid consumer of stuff about the assassination. I saw a swell program on the National Geographic Channel called The Lost JFK Tapes.They're not really lost tapes, but unnoticed ones. Much of the 90 documentary uses local Dallas teevee new coverage, which has probably been on a shelf in a store room for half a century. They've structured the film to unfold as if it were live coverage, which it once was.Tick tock tick tock.
Of particular interest to me were the mistakes the local reporters made along the way. They had a *really* hard time with Oswald's name, He was repeatedly called Harvey Lee Oswald and, my personal favorite, Lee Harold Oswald even after his identity had been established. The Dallas anchors also informed us that security was very tight right before jack Ruby plugged poor ole Lee Harold. In the immortal words of a certain Texas Governor not named John Connally, "OOPS."
The anchor's reaction to Ruby's identity was priceless. He did a double take when handed a slip of paper with his name on it. I got the feeling he knew who Jack-o was and was perhaps even a habituee of the Carousel Lounge, Ruby's strip club. If so, he was in good company: the joint was a favorite spot for Dallas cops, wise guys, bidnessmen, and hustlers alike.
It's often said that journalism is the first draft of history. This neat little film is a reminder of the vagaries and fogginess of live teevee coverage. It's gotten faster but it hasn't gotten more accurate since the imperative is to get the story fast, first, and furious.
The Lost JFK Tapes is showing On Demand and will pop up again later in the week on TNGC. It's worth a look see. Here's a clip:
It was only a matter of time before old school jock hazing turned into a major NFL bullying scandal. It's happening on the Miami Dolphins and has led to offensive lineman Richie Incognito being suspended for harassing young Jonathan Martin. Yes, Martin is over 300 pounds but who wouldn't be fearful of a message like this:
"Hey, wassup, you half n----- piece of shit. I saw you on Twitter, you been training 10 weeks. [I want to] shit in your fucking mouth. [I'm going to] slap your fucking mouth. [I'm going to] slap your real mother across the face [laughter]. Fuck you, you're still a rookie. I'll kill you."
Nice. Incognito was voted the NFL's dirtiest player in 2009 by his peers. I wonder if he was rewarded with Klan robes and crosses suitable for burning rookies' lawns.
Incognito is from Jersey, which is one reason this incident reminds me of a plot line from Season 3 of The Sopranos. After Christopher Moltisanti becomes a made man, he discovers that life is not all canolis and moozadell for wise guys. He is expected to pick up enormous restaurant checks, allow himself to be strip searched, and even watch as Paulie Walnuts sniffs Adriana's knickers. I'm not sure if Incognito ever did the latter, but part of the Martin story is how he, and other rookies, are obliged to subsidize the veterans' extravagant liefstyles and be generally subservient until they can repeat the same stupid cycle themselves.
The Dolphins and the NFL tried to blow Martin's allegations off at first. It's unmanly to complain about hazing, but it can become lethal if not nipped in the bud. It's also not a good thing when internet smart asses like me compare what's going on in the NFL to The Sopranos. It's time to (Johnny) sack hazing in pro football.
It was a long, grueling summer here in Debrisville. Fall didn't fall until last week and it's heating up a bit again, but I'm hoping for a period of running neither the air dish or heater. Now that I've bored you with that brief weather update on with my first omnibus post in eons.
Spooked: I have a confession, I'm an espionage buff. I grew up reading John LeCarre and Graham Greene's spy novels and I've had a lifelong fascination with the real life Cambridge Spy Ring. Right now I'm reading a biography of Wild Bill Donovan who established and ran the OSS during World War II. This is kind of weird for a hemophiliac liberal such as myself but what can I tell ya?
Now that I've set the table, on with the main course, such as it is. I've been cynical about the Greenwald-Snowden revelations, but they remind me of what a double edged sword all forms of spying can be. It's fine when it works but when it's exposed it blows up in your face. Kapow. That's an apt description of the Merkel affair. It's no secret that the US spied on German pols during the Cold War and this seems to be a vestige of that period. But the time has passed for that, all it does it punch Germany's STASI button and end up embarrassing the administration that inherited the tap, bug or whatever the hell it is.
Even for cynical folks like me who think that every country spies on their friends, allies, and even in-laws, the NSA has gone too far and needs to reign it in considerably both at home and abroad. Bugging foreign political leaders is bad form even if George Smiley would have done it.
World Serious: I get all curmudgeonly and old farty when I watch baseball today. The games are sloooooow and to speed them up all they'd have to do is to enforce the rules and make the players stop farting around so goddamn much. I guess it's hard for umps to tell millionaires what to do. Anyway, the endings of the last 2 games remind me why I fell in love with the game as a kid. I've never seen consecutive games that ended so weirdly: an interference call and a pick-off. That's why live sports can be so exciting. Now if they could only make them stop fucking around, the games wouldn't all last 44 hours...
The George Will Of The Left: The recent dust-up between Joan Walsh and Ezra Klein reminded me of how insufferable I find the latter. Even when I agree with him, I find him to be OTT pompous and self-important. He's one of the reasons that I DVR MSNBC programming. If I see his smirking, smug face, I can either zip through the segment or erase it if he's the guest host. The only thing separating his teevee style from George Will's is a bow tie.
Speaking Ill Of The Dead: I was on the tweeter tube yesterday when Lou Reed died. I'm down with all the paeans to the importance of his early music, but then the tributes verved into what a great, humble and nice guy he was. I got in trouble for pointing out that the great man was a major dick when encountering his fans, the press or even innocent bystanders. I saw Reed in stage door action once. A woman approached him and said: "You're my hero." Now I understand that that kind of stuff can be weird, but his response was OTT nasty: "Who gives a shit?" When she got all sniffly about it, he laughed at her. As my pal Liprap tweeted yesterday: "Lou Reed, one of the awful people who've brought us awesome things. It happens.”
That sums it up nicely. I'll give Lou Reed the last word with a tune from his New York album:
One more numbah with Reed at his crankiest featuring jabs at Jesse Jackson, Kurt Waldehim and Pope John Paul:
But Lange’s favorite character on this season of American Horror Story may just be New Orleans itself. “There’s Madame LaLaurie, there’s Fiona Goode, there’s Marie Laveau, there’s New Orleans. It’s unique in this country I think, that city. It has this extraordinary ability to live in the past and the present. Time kind of melds. I don’t know any other place like that. And so authentic still, to its culture and to the people. You feel on the street what these people feel about this place. I mean, you walk down the streets of New York and everybody just looks so unhappy,” she notes with a laugh, staring out the window above Times Square. “They’re not all that happy to be here. But in New Orleans, you get this sense that this is home and we’re connected. We’re connected through generations and we’re connected through the arts and the music and the food and the culture. I mean, it permeates the air … not to paint too rosy a picture because there’s a lot of darkness there, but what I find fascinating is how you can be in a place where you sense the decay and the decadence and the elegance and the spirit and everything is just moving together.”
No, I'm not talking about the shutdown although that *was* bloody horrific. I'm, of course, talking about one of the campiest and most entertaining things on the teevee machine, American Horror Story: Coven. Season 3 of this wackadoodle anthology show was filmed here and features 2 semi-mythic New Orleanians, Marie Laveau and Madame LaLaurie as characters. Voodoo, witches, murder, mayhem blah blah blah but that's not why I like it so much.
Two uber campy things are going on this season. First, the young witch (Taissa Farmiga) whose power is fucking unsuspecting guys to death with the VAGINA OF DEATH.
Second, there's the reanimatrix witch played by Lily Rabe who was Sister Satan in AHS: Asylum. This time around she has blond curly hair and looks like, and is obsessed with, STEVIE NICKS. When Rhiannon came on, I laughed so hard that Oscar ran away and insisted that I let Fleetwood Mac have the last word:
And now for something completely different on the SMV. I've been interested in the Lindbergh kidnapping for as long as I can remember. This NOVA documentary takes a look at the case and concludes that while the man who was convicted of the crime, Richard Hauptmann, was guilty, he did not act alone.
Progress in ending the nutty teabagger guvmint shutdown has been
slower than molasses today but I think it will be over by Tuesday.
Unlike Politico I have no anonymous sources, just blogger's intuition. I
could be wrong but I'm certain that the neo-Confederates want to delay reopening the guvmint until after Columbus Day to avoid angering Silvio Dante and Paulie Walnuts.
Brief Reading Assignment: Dave Weigel has been on fire during the shutdown and this piece about teanut voting patterns is a must read. Dave does a good job of trying to explain the inexplicable behavior of the teahadists. Me, I just think they're crazy stupid.
Take Me Out To The Shutdown: I live in a blue island in a red ocean so I don't need to write my Congressman about the shutdown but a grieving Atlanta Braves fan wrote his winger congresscritter a sarcastic screed:
Paul Kaplan sent a letter this week to Rep. Jack Kingston (R-GA) after the Braves were eliminated by the Los Angeles Dodgers. "LA's stubborn refusal to even talk to us about reversing the results of this series is un-sportsmanlike and un-American," Kaplan wrote. "But there is an answer: If the Dodgers won't listen to the cries of average Americans like you and me, then Congress should outlaw Major League Baseball until the Dodgers cave."
As a Giants fan, a Dodger shutdown has some appeal to me but since I believe in truth, justice and the American way, all I can say is: play ball.
John McCain versus Louis Gohmet Pyle: Senator Walnuts has been partying like it's 2000. First, he went on Fox News to state the obvious, that GOP nutbags were responsible for what Fox calls the "slimdown." That enraged nit wit teanut Louis Gohmert Pyle who promptly said some more weird shit:
"I heard just before I came, some senator from Arizona, a guy that liked Gaddafi before he wanted to bomb him," Gohmert said. "A guy that's been to Syria and supported al Qaeda and the rebels. But he was saying today the shutdown has been a fools' errand. And I agree with him, the president and Harry Reid should not have shut this government down."
This is, of course, classic Gohmert Pyle incoherence. Since John McCain takes *everything* personally, it will push him into the "moderate" camp, which consists of people who are only mildly crazy as opposed to ready for a straitjacket fitting.
Truckin' (Not): It looks as if the great teawad trucker protest crapped out and only a handful of big rigs showed up, good buddy. It rained in DC, so I guess they were afraid they'd melt or something. Even Fox News admitted it was a flop as this headline indicates:
Dozens, not thousands, show up for DC trucker protest
Maybe their CB radio band got overloaded and they ended up in Balmer, good buddy. Actually, does anybody still use CB radios or say good buddy? Beats the hell out of me.
Truckers like country music and I like the Grateful Dead so let's meet in the middle with Dwight Yoakam singing this Hunter-Garcia classic:
Every once in awhile I get offered freebies by PR people hoping to get plugged on First Draft. Most of the time it's for stuff I'm not interested in: books on the supernatural, right wing tracts, stuff like that. Occasionally, I ask for the free book, dvd or whatever, give them my snail mail address and never hear back. I don't care enough to call them out specifically but I dislike people who offer something and blow you off.
That endless opening paragraph leads up to this: I got an email from Simon & Schuster offering me a copy of Tip and The Gipper by Chris Matthews and they actually sent it to me. I know some of my fellow bloggers aren't Tweety fans but I quite like him. Yes, he can be deeply annoying but he's very human unlike many of the robotic newspeeps on one's teevee screen. He's also a blurter, which means you never know what's going to come out of his mouth. Spontaneous thy name is Tweety.
As to the book itself, I really liked it. I'm a big fan of the "staffer as fly on the wall" memoir genre and this is a good one. Tweety is actually harder on Reagan than some of the punditry I've read would suggest: the back and forth between Reagan and the book's hero, Tip O'Neill, got very heated at times because they both had strong beliefs and convictions. Did they compromise in the national interest? Yes, but some of the book's strongest passages are about the Speaker's spirited opposition to Reganomics and his idiotic and damaging Central Amercian policies.
I had the pleasure of meeting Tip O'Neill several times during the period covered by the book. By the time I met him, he'd stopped underestimating the Reagan appeal and had learned how to deal with it. I was in awe of the Speaker. He was a hulking bear of a man with hands that could have palmed a basketball and an iron grip. My father was convinced you could judge a man by his handshake and Tip O'Neill passed with flying colors.
My main takeaway from Tweety's timely Tip tome is not the CW about the O'Neill-Reagan relationship, the whole "pals after 6PM" thing. It was both leader's ability to deliver their people because they reflected the views of their respective parties so well, like Nancy Pelosi and unlike the hapless John Boehner. O'Neill and Reagan were able to deal because their supporters trusted them to do the right thing even if it involved compromise. Today Reagan would be denounced as a sell-out by the wingers who claim to idolize him.
While Tip and The Gipper didn't send a thrill up my leg, it's a good read and well worth checking out.
I keep dating myself (I kiss and tell too) on this blog but I do it for a good cause. I remember when ABC News launched a late night newscast after bored students stormed the US Embassy in Tehran and took a bunch of hostages to avoid studying for finals. The show was originally called America Held Hostage before morphing into Nightline, which is apparently still airing but I haven't seen it in eons. A late night network news show is now kinda quaint but it was cutting edge in 1979.
We're in the second day of House Gopers holding the economy and guvmint hostage. Apparently, they were all likkered up on Monday night, which could explain why they did something that's going to blow up in their collective faces. Many bad decisions in life are fueled by alcohol; especially vodka, which always gives me a hangover but that's neither here not there. Actually, I get a hangover if I'm in the same room as vodka, which means I stay away from bibulous Russians. Sorry Vlad. I stick to whiskey and rum when it comes to spirits and beer when it doesn't. You probably don't care about this but I suspect Jude does...
Hopefully, this hostage crisis won't last 444 days like the Iran one did, but if a movie is made of this blog feature, I want Steve Martin to play me. Once upon a time, I was told I looked like him. I never saw it myself (other than the hilariously funny part) but it's too cliched,as well as wildly inaccurate, to cast George Clooney and I'll pass on Ben Affleck and the beard he wore in Argo. Of course, I'd rather cast Ben than my countrymen Michael Chiklis or Zach Galifinakis. On my worst day, I was never as hairy as Zach or as bald as Michael...
I'd like to dedicate this song to House Republicans and the gynormous hangover they're about to give the country:
To paraphrase Walter Cronkite: And that's the way it is, Wednesday October 2, 2013, the second day Americans have been held hostage by crazed members of the Me Party.
Former Louisiana Governor Edwin Edwards is one the most interesting politicians of my lifetime. After years of beating the rap, he went to jail in 2002. He served his time, divorced his much younger wife while in the pokey, and ended up marrying an even younger woman.
The latest Missus has talked EWE into doing a reality show and it's going to debut on A&E on October, 27. If the trailer is any clue, The Governor's Wife, should be the campiest reality show on that network since the Steven Seagal Jefferson Parish fake cop show:
I wonder if there's the chance of a cross-over with the bearded dudes on Duck Dynasty? Of course, they're probably Republicans but Le Guv could teach them a thing or three about comic timing.
I'd never heard of Tennessee Magistrate Lu Ann Ballew until yesterday. Then she committed an act that was both malakatudinous and unconstitutional, which is a tricky feat to accomplish. That's why Ms. Ballew is malaka of the week.
A judge in Tennessee ordered that a 7-month-old baby's name be changed from "Messiah," prompting the mother to challenge the ruling.
Jaleesa Martin and the father of the baby were attending a child support hearing Thursday in Cocke County, Tenn. to settle a dispute over Messiah's last name. It was there that Child Support Magistrate Lu Ann Ballew took the liberty to hand down a ruling on the boy's first name, too.
"The word Messiah is a title and it's a title that has only been earned by one person and that one person is Jesus Christ," Judge Ballew said, according to t.v. station WBIR. Ballew said the child could go by "Martin DeShawn McCullough," which includes both the mother and father's names.
The judge said that growing up with the name "Messiah" in an area with a large Christian population "could put him at odds with a lot of people and at this point he has had no choice in what his name is."
Who knew that a judge could impose a name on parents thereby infringing their right to be stupid? The ACLU and I both think that Lu Ann Ballew it in this ruling.
Do I think Messiah is a good name for a kid? Hell no, it's preposterous, but as the resident of a city where there are many strange names floating around-from Trellis to Formica Dinette-I think that people have the right to give their children ridiculous names. I suspect that Ms.Ballew is *against* guvmint intrustions in other areas, so she should back off on this one.
I realize that bible belt conservatives do not get the concept of the separation of church and state, but rarely are they as open in their malakatude as this. The wall between church and state is designed to *protect* religion from Kings who decide they want a divorce from a queen who hasn't given them a male heir. That's right, folks, Henry VIII is the godfather of the separation of church and state. (Btw, who's your favorite screen/teevee Henry? I'm torn between handsome but historically inaccurate Jonathan Rhys Meyers and Ray Winstone who has the girth but is way too working class, mate.)
I must admit to being astonished that Messiah is actually a popular name for male babies, but if someone wants their kid to develop a messiah complex or get pansted because of their name, that's their right. Our culture has customarily disfavored the use of Messiah-like names for our kids. I recall being amazed that Hay-soos Alou's (the lesser of 3 brothers who came up with the San Francisco Giants in the 1960s) name was actually Jesus. In fact, some announcers called him Jay because they could. At least they didn't call him Chico...
Finally, the other reason I picked Lu Ann Ballew as this week's dishonoree is that I get to make a double obscure pop culture reference/riff on her name. She made me think of Luanne on King of the Hill who would have been quite capable of naming a progeny Messiah, and cult rock icon Adrian Belew who probably wouldn't do so such a thing but ya never know. All I know for sure is that the Judge Ballew it in this case, which is why she's malaka of the week.
I'll let Adrian and his daughter have the last word:
O’Reilly’s efforts to diagnose the ills of the black community are both laughable and risible. He’s so out of touch with black America that he’s barely speaking the same language. It’s the equivalent of me attempting to give advice to a herd of cats and acting surprised when they ignore me. (“If the cat community would just stop their meowing and chase fewer mice and quit having so many kittens out of wedlock, maybe they’d get ahead in life.”)
They would, of course, lick themselves and proceed to nap instead...
Sorry I didn't get this up last night, kids. Truly brutal day + TiVo upfuckery + no way I was going to stay awake long enough to pick it back up again at midnight. And thank Christ, because if I'd watched this after watching The Killing I think I'd have chopped all my own hair off too.
By which I mean, spoilers within.
During a discussion about something else entirely, Liprap mentioned water-walking badass voting rights activist Fannie Lou Hamer, which sent me looking to see if her 1962 speech to the DNC credentials committee seeking to be seated as a delegate was online:
SNCC had formed the MFDP to expand black voter registration and challenge the legitimacy of the state's all-white Democratic Party. MFDP members arrived at the 1964 Democratic National Convention intent on unseating the official Mississippi delegation or, failing that, getting seated with them. On August 22, 1964, Hamer appeared before the convention's credentials committee and told her story about trying to register to vote in Mississippi. Threatened by the MFDP's presence at the convention, President Lyndon Johnson quickly preempted Hamer's televised testimony with an impromptu press conference. But later that night, Hamer's story was broadcast on all the major networks.
Support came pouring in for the MFDP from across the nation.4 But the MFDP's bid to win a seat at the Atlantic City convention still failed. At the Democratic National Convention in Chicago four years later the MFDP succeeded. On that occasion, Dubovoy recounts, "Hamer received a thunderous standing ovation when she became the first African American to take her rightful seat as an official delegate at a national-party convention since the Reconstruction period after the Civil War, and the first woman ever from Mississippi."5
Emphasis mine. Broadcast on all the major networks. Imagine that. I wonder that they didn't worry it would be inflammatory, and have a panel afterward to discuss whether she went too far in her descriptions of what happened to her, and question her account, and look over her countertops and take a viewer poll on who believed her. I wonder if they should have had someone on, say, to rebut what she was saying.
You know, just for balance.