• Erick Erickson has a full-on soregasm because Ezra Klein doubts Officer Wilson's story about how Demon Mike Brown made him kill him. Why that sissy Klein knows nothing about "the blue collar of existence of a beat cop and what that cop sees," unlike red-blooded, ham-faced lawyer/politician Erick Erickson:
I think liberals like Klein who find Darren Wilson’s statement as simply too incredible to be true need to call their local police force and see if they can tag along in a squad car a few times. I have done it. It is quite an education.Yeah, like that time the cops Erickson was with those cops who shot a black guy dead, and then were allowed to bag their own guns as evidence, and the prosecutor told the grand jury not to take it all too seriously -- you libtards don't realize this is the real world!
• If you need some what-a-bunch-of-morons for entertainment, look at the responses to any Progressive Insurance @ItsFlo tweet, such as this one; most of the respondents are wingnuts enraged that the insurer gives all its money to George Soros:
Lewis, who did contribute to liberal causes, stepped down as Progressive chairman in 2000 and died in 2013. But tell that to the salt of the earth, the common clay -- or to John Hawkins of Right Wing News, who was telling his poor readers in 2013 that Lewis was still in charge and "may be the biggest liberal sugar daddy on the block." Actually, considering the difficulty they have understanding health insurance, maybe conservatives should boycott all insurance as socialism. Hell, those pointy-headed actuaries even believe in global warming!
• A John Podhoretz (ding!) column in the New York Post (ding!) called "Turning on the cops: Forgetting what crime was like" (dingdingdingding!) was bound to be a nightmare, and it is -- all about how you liberals don't remember the crime it was so bad you must worship the Man on the Beat etc. But the bit where Podhoretz tells black folks to cool it over Ferguson is awful even for him:
It might surprise Al Sharpton to hear this, but even among white people, it’s rare to find any American who’s only ever had pleasant interchanges with police officers.
Every year, according to the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration, 41 million speeding tickets are written in the United States. The notion that only minorities have infuriating encounters with cops is belied by that astounding factoid.
After all, is there a soul alive who hasn’t reacted negatively (in his heart, at least) to the cop who comes to the driver-side window and asks that obnoxious and oddly schoolmarmish question: “Do you know why I stopped you?”I dunno what black people are bitching about -- white people get speeding tickets all the time!
What is it with Dreher and sex? The guy obsesses over it like a 12-year-old who's just discovered masturbation. And what makes it even more, well, disturbing is that he obsesses over gay sex and (now) bestiality.
ReplyDeleteIt makes me wonder if his own sex life is "boring, mundane" and utterly unfulfilling, thus forcing him to research and fantasize about everyone else's sex life. (Rod's in a same-sex marriage--same sex, every time.)
Leave it to the Church Lady to explain all:
ReplyDeletehttp://www.theamericanconservative.com/dreher/deconstructing-western-civilization/comment-page-3/#comment-6993417
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Damon Linker,
ReplyDeletewho tries to reassure Dreher that "most people will continue to live
boring, mundane sex lives, monogamously committed to one human being of
the opposite sex at a time."And then Linker began weeping quietly.
The Week actually seems not so bad. Some sample headlines: "
ReplyDeleteThe hilarious hypocrisy of Republicans complaining about the imperial presidency"; "
After Ferguson: Stop deferring to the cops"; "
In Ferguson, Michael Brown lost his life — and America's police lost the benefit of the doubt"; "
In defense of Gwyneth Paltrow". (OK, nobody bats a thousand.) And actually, that second one is by Linker. Looking over some of his other stuff, though, maybe he's just going for the clickbaitiness; we also have (from him) "
Finding the moral, sensible middle ground on abortion", "I voted for the Democrats — and I'm disgusted with them", and "Let us now praise Billy Joel". Or maybe he's just kind of clueless: "Interracial romances once seemed icky, but then they didn't." And then he tries to talk about it all as some sort of grand social experiment; here's hoping that if, ah, a close personal friend of his decides to, you know, experiment, he tries some more modest test runs before going full Secretariat.
I'm sure someone has said this before, but if Bro-Rod had the remotest inkling of what his neighbors actually thought about him, him not being part of the same gloop that's been shot out of the dicks of the neighborhood for at least six or seven generations, he'd squeeze his face out of his ass.
ReplyDeleteAsk any southerner what they're taught about outsiders. What they're willing to tell you is fucked up enough. What they're squirrelly about telling you is the odd place that sexuality and violence occupy simultaneously. That the way you get around wanting to fuck a black man is by killing or maiming him. that their neighborhoods are filled with true deviants that are sheltered.
I grew up in a neighborhood where one of the wealthy farmer-landowners had a bastard selective mute child he employed as a farmhand. He'd finish his day's work and go sit by the pinball machine and accost children. He'd whip out his freakishly large penis, bend over slightly and kiss it or suck on it, and no one in the community would say a damn thing about it, because he was the boss man's sprog. It was just a thing. Sad, but there you go.
Dreher just doesn't have any idea, living in rural Louisiana, how close he is to having one of these freaks jumping his ass without any fear of repercussion.
1. Hippies don't frug, soldier. They're too blissed out.
ReplyDelete2. "hired by the local chamber of commerce"
Don't you mean, the local chamber of congress? (I got a million of 'em.)
Both sides do this.
ReplyDeleteI'm a city kid all the way down. When I was yet a resident, still studying pediatrics, I spent a couple of months in a rural part of Northern California working with the local population. Most people weren't all that different from my usual urban crew, but there was a sub-population whose kids I treated--when I could--who were very different: they lived in the woods because they could not live in town. They were...differently socialized. Their kids had things I'd only read about, like vitamin deficiency diseases. The clinic staff made it a point to schedule them at the end of the day, so that they'd interact with as few of the other patients as possible. I know nothing about the South, let alone Louisiana, but the glimpse I got of that part of rural life was enough to send me scuttling back to my coastal urban enclave.
ReplyDeleteAstute!
ReplyDeleteAnd that little sprog grew up to be... Bobby Jindal! And now you know the rest of the story. Good day.
ReplyDeleteDreher actually moved back to the town he was born in. They still hate, but because he's a dick, not because he's an outsider.
ReplyDeleteWe've been having fun with him over at LGM this morning and in the process I stumbled across some Rod-watcher who was kind enough to psychoanalyze his griefsploitation memoir. It's pretty fascinating and oh so very Rod: http://www.amazon.com/review/R1L26TFL1ZXDNO/ref=cm_cr_dp_title?ie=UTF8&ASIN=1455521892&nodeID=283155&store=books
The strangest parts of the book center on the author's attempt to square his supposed belief in his sister's sainthood with her bad treatment of himself and his family. Some of these are in the form of discussions with his teenage niece on a vacation they took in Paris together, just the two of them, after her mother's death. Amid their conversations, she lets it slip that he should give up trying to get closer to her younger sisters since her mother had conspired with her parents for years to badmouth him around her children, sowing distrust and dislike in her family for the author's family. This revelation incenses him and he expresses his anger in strong terms to his niece who becomes upset and regrets revealing this troubling fact.
Something struck me at that point. The author asserts that his sister is a saint time and again, but it is highly possible that he is primarily trying to convince his readers--and perhaps himself--that he believes this. She was a good teacher who was loved by students, and a good wife and mother. But she was also mean and vindictive to her brother her entire life, never forgave him for slights, and was generally bigoted about anyone who was wealthy or lived in "the big city". She hardly struggled against any of these tendencies, and she spent most of her illness in denial and fear. The last words she uttered were "I'm scared!" right before she died. Her religious practice was mostly ephemeral and therapeutic, and she openly mocked her brother for having a deeper faith and devotion to God. Surely the author's own definition of "saint" can scarcely be applied to her.
I think liberals like Klein who find Darren Wilson’s statement as simply
ReplyDeletetoo incredible to be true need to call their local police force and see
if they can tag along in a squad car a few times. I have done it. It is
quite an education.
Is it really considered tagging along in a squad car when you are being hauled down to the pokey?
Interracial romances once seemed icky, but then they didn't.
ReplyDeleteThe high-caliber writing you only get with the new journalism.
I'm very chagrined.
ReplyDeleteAnd my concern level is elevated right now, too.
The target audience for The Week is people who get off on thinking they're sensible, moderate folk because they consume a wide range of political views with near total credulity, so you tend to get a mix of sane people right next to shrieking wingnut tirades.
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