Friday, December 14, 2007

OK, lemme get this straight:

The Republican Party, since as far back as Father Time can remember, has campaigned on the basis of being the "fiscally responsible" party that doesn't waste taxpayer money. Then, in 2003, when the Republicans finally acquired the kind of power for which they had thirsted since Reconstruction, they proceeded to spend taxpayer money like a bunch of coked-up heiresses on Rodeo Drive. Now, with the rival Democrats having taken back control of both houses of congress from the free-spending (but somehow "fiscally responsible") Republicans, what are the Republican presidential candidates touting as the main reason to elect them? Of course -- responsible spending and budget cuts!!!

I guess it's not a completely unfair platform on which to run; after all, any Republican candidate who happens to win the 2008 election would have to work with a Democratically controlled congress, which, by nature, means vetoing any kind of legislation that does not directly assist the wealthiest 1% of the nation, which in turn allows Republicans to call themselves "fiscally responsible." That said, how could any voter who paid any attention to the way a fully empowered Republican Party spent money from 2003-2007 ever take anything a Republican candidate who talks about "fiscal responsibility" seriously ever again?!!? The evidence is in for all the dumb-fucks to see; choosing to believe that evidence is up to them - which can only mean we're all fucked again. Have a nice day!

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Bait & Switch, the Bush Way

Attorney General nominee Michael Mukasey, who was once considered a sure thing by many politicians and analysts, could be heading for the exit soon because of one small matter: torture. Simply put, Mukasey refuses to state whether or not he believes waterboarding is a form of torture. Granted, if I were in Mukasey's shoes, I might be a bit hesitant to answer the question as well. By officially pronouncing his belief that waterboarding is torture and, thus, violates the Geneva Conventions as well as the McCain Anti-Torture law, Mukasey might well be obligating himself to prosecute anyone known to have ordered the use of or partcipated in waterboarding, including a couple of guys named George and Dick.

It comes as no surprise, then, that President George W. Bush decided to publicly defend Mukasey's stance on torture as presented at his confirmation hearings. And it comes as even less of a surprise that the President defended his appointee with the logic of a brain-damaged chihuahua as well:

So that was Bush's best defense? "He doesn't know whether we use that technique or not!" Come again? I thought the question was whether or not Mr. Mukasey believes waterboarding is torture, not whether or not he believes the United States uses the technique in its interrogation process. Besides, I thought just about everybody assumed we use waterboarding by now, so what does that question matter, anyway?!!? I also appreciate the additional "it doesn't make any sense to tell the enemy whether we use those techniques or not" argument. Really? Me thinks it's a safe bet that our enemies aren't expecting their jail cells to come with a box of chocolate and a mini-bar. Oh, yeah - and if they're willing to die for their cause (as many of these extremists are), I don't think an extended holiday at the waterboarding park is going to be useful in getting any information out of them anyway. It is fairly accepted psychology that the two common reactions to being tortured are for the strong to resist completely and for the weak to say anything to stop the pain. Under those conditions, it's probably just as practical to ask these suspected terrorists if they know who the last National League player to hit .400 was (Giants first baseman Bill Terry is the answer, by the way - he hit .401 in 1930). In no universe with which I am familiar does the President's "defense" of Mukasey's torture stance make any sense whatsoever. Unfortunately for all of us, we're stuck in the only known universe in which this complete idiot could ever have become President of, well, anything.

On a side note, the President's refusal to address the true issue at hand here reminds me of something amusing. Follow the link and see if you agree:

If you enjoyed that clip, check out this link; it contains the same clip preceeded by four similar clips.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

What's that? Another Iraq mission fucked up by Bush & Co?

Only this one has the potential to kill 500,000 Iraqis. And you thought Bush didn't care about black people!

Apparently an American mission in Iraq to repair severe damages to the Mosul Dam has been "marred by incompetence and mismanagement." Come again? Something in the Bush administration has been marred by incompetence and mismanagement? If this incompetence and mismanagement didn't have the potential to kill half a million people, I would have to say that it's old news because everything in the Bush administration has been marred by incompetence and mismanagement. Unfortunately, this kind of fuck-up could lead to 65 feet of water pouring into Mosul and 15 feet of water pouring into Baghdad. It would be the perfect icing on the Bush cake of achievement: combining the two biggest blunders of his eight years in office - the killing of thousands of Iraq civilians and the neglect of Hurricane Katrina flood victims in New Orleans - into one gigantic catastrophe!

I don't know about you - and when I say "you" I guess I'm referring to the two or three people who still read this blog and who already think Bush is a complete asshole - but I have to wonder: how can anyone still think Bush is good for anything? Everything he touches - and this is not an exaggeration when I say everything - turns to shit. Everything! Name one exception - I dare you.

The best thing that could happen to George W. Bush is death. A very sudden death. Seriously. And I'm not advocating his murder by any means - the last thing I want him to become is a martyr in anybody's eyes (technically speaking, he couldn't be a martyr because he's never sacrificed anything or endured extreme suffering for any cause, good or bad, a day in his life). No, when I say death is the best thing for George W. Bush I mean this: despite what he says, George W. Bush does care about what people think of him, and the only way people will ever be able to think good of him as he gets older is if he dies in the kind of horrible accident that one wouldn't wish even on his worst enemies. Personally, I hope he lives until the last trickle-down affects of his lies and blunders run their course. It's a nice, comforting thought; unfortunately, nobody lives forever.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Eureka!

Terry Francona isn't brain-dead, after all. Back in Boston after staying alive by winning the last game in Cleveland, the sometimes clueless Red Sox manager replaced Human Rally Killer Coco Crisp with rookie Jacoby Ellsbury, who paid quick dividends with an RBI single in the third inning. Overall the rookie outfielder went 1-5 with one RBI and one run scored, though he was robbed of a base hit at the end of the fourth inning by Indians centerfielder Grady Sizemore. The important thing is that with two on and one out, Ellsbury did not kill the rally by failing to at least advance the runners in the Red Sox' six-run third inning. Better late than never, Tito!

Just as importantly, old man Schilling reverted back to his old October self, holding the potent Cleveland lineup to two runs over seven innings for the win. The performance improved Schilling's career playoff record to an absurd 10-2 with a 2.23 ERA. And some still aren't convinced he's worthy of the Hall of Fame, which is at least comforting reassurance that the Red Sox are not being managed by the absolute stupidest guy in the world.

Friday, October 19, 2007

I feel like I'm taking crazy pills!!!

The Boston Red Sox stayed alive in the ALCS earlier tonight by beating the Cleveland Indians 7-1 behind uber-ace Josh Beckett's 5-hit, 11-strikeout masterpiece. When it comes to the task of managing a Beckett-started playoff game, one doesn't exactly have to be rich in the brains department to succeed: in eight career postseason starts (and one relief appearance), Beckett is 5-2 with a 1.79 ERA and three shutouts. It appears even poor Gene Mauch could have won a pennant if he had had the good fortune of managing Josh Beckett.

Red Sox manager Terry Francona, however, did just about everything in his power to screw up what is the easiest managing job in the majors outside of the New York Yankees (sorry, Yanks fans and Joe Torre lovers - if you can't guide a talent-rich, 200 million-dollar payrolled team to at least the ALCS every season, you're doing something dreadfully wrong). Actually, when I say Francona did "everything" to lose the game, I really mean one simple migraine-inducing decision of incredible stupidity: the name he wrote in as his centerfielder on the lineup card before handing it off to the umpire. In short, Francona's insistence on starting Coco Crisp in centerfield tonight - or any night - over rookie Jacoby Ellsbury is so wrong a decision that it could end up costing the Red Sox the pennant. Crisp's one and only function in the Boston lineup is killing potential rallies. Knowing this (assuming he does know this), Francona is displaying the same kind of faith in Coco Crisp - described more accurately this time as loyalty and stubborness - that he displayed in second baseman Mark Bellhorn back in the 2004 playoffs. The only difference - and it is a huge difference - is that Crisp has almost none of the game-breaking potential to reward Francona's faith as Bellhorn did with his erratic but powerful bat. (Francona is displaying this same stubborness and loyalty to some extent with shortstop Julio Lugo, though the alternative there, Alex Cora, isn't nearly as positive as it is in centerfield.) The point is simple: it is time for Francona to ingest some caffeine and wake up to the realization that Crisp is crippling Boston's offense and needs to be removed. Can rookie Jacoby Ellsbury be any worse than Crisp at this point? He hit .353 and stole 9 bases in one month of major league action (prorating at approximately 54 for a full season) and is nearly Crisp's equal as an outfielder. Furthermore, the youngster has shown no problems with pressure situations: the Sox faced the mighty Yankees in the second week of Ellsbury's September call-up, and the kid went 4 of 11 with 4 RBI, 2 SB and a .417 OBP. Again, could he be any worse than Crisp? The evidence says no.

Obviously, taking a veteran outfielder out of the lineup at this stage of the season - even one as young as Crisp - in favor of a rookie is never a comfortable decision for anybody involved. And I almost feel bad for poor Coco - the guy looks absolutely lost at the plate. Unfortunately, this series is not about pitying Coco or any other impotent Boston hitter - it's about winning four games before your opponent does, and it's abundantly clear to everybody on planet Earth except one - the guy who just happens to fill out the lineup card every freakin' day - that Jacoby Ellsbury gives Boston a better chance to win their fourth game before Cleveland does. How much longer do we have to wait, Tito?

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

BREAKING NEWS: Texas Governor Rick Perry endorses Guiliani for President!

Oh, wait - does anybody really give a shit whom Rick Perry endorses? Come on - he's Rick Perry, Governor of Texas - it's already been proven that anybody can become Governor of Texas, for fuck's sake! Does this mean I should be anxiously awaiting David Lee Roth's endorsement next? Come on, seriously, who really gives a shit - it's Rick Fuckin' Perry, man!!!

Sunday, October 14, 2007

So, are we to assume that the 29 previous disasters had no effect whatsoever on your decision here?

Being a baseball fan during the playoffs can be exciting and entertaining; being a Red Sox fan can be as well, though usually the excitement and entertaininment quickly turn to anxiety and despair. And so it went last night at the end of Game 2 of the American League Championship Series in Boston, where the Cleveland Indians went into the top of the eleventh inning tied 6-6 with my *cough* beloved Red Sox. It was at this point that Red Sox manager Terry "Tito" Francona decided do to his best impersonation of former Red Sox manager Grady Little and make a doomed decision so head-explodingly stupid I had to walk out of the house and refuse to watch the rest of the game in protest (and thank goodness I did - but more on that later)

Grady Little, of course, is the manager of the 2003 Boston Red Sox whose decision to leave in an obviously out-of-gas Pedro Martinez is credited with Little's having lost both the series to the Yankees and his own job. I do believe the former charge is true (since the Boston bullpen had been lights-out most of that series), but the latter charge is total crap: Little had mismanaged his pitchers all year long up to and including that infamous Game 7 blunder. Up until Game 7, no Grady Little screw-up had induced more frustration and rage from yours truly than his decision to bring in "closer" Scott Williamson for a fourth straight day to pitch to Oakland in the bottom of the last inning of the decisive Game 5 of the 2003 ALDS. Little's decision was so outrageously moronic that I walked out of the house in protest. My reason was simple: I knew for a fact that Little's decision was doomed to fail, and I refused to watch a good bunch of ball players lose because of one freakin' idiot manager. Sure enough, the exhausted Williamson proceeded to walk the first two batters on eight pitches, thus prompting the slow-learning Little to realize what I had already known since the end of Game 4: that Williamson had been overworked and would be completely ineffective if called upon to pitch in Game 5. The fact that the Sox ended up winning Game 5 after Little brought in habitual miracle worker Derek Lowe is moot; the important point is that Grady Little had committed a strategic baseball sin by bringing in a pitcher that everybody on earth except Grady Little knew was doomed to fail. Which brings us to current Red Sox manager Terry Francona's bone-headed decision in last night's ALCS Game 2.

Here's the situation: it's Game 2 of the ALCS, and Boston has a 1-0 lead in the series. The Red Sox batters roughed up Cleveland ace Fausto Carmona (how can you not love that guy's name, by the way?), but the Cleveland batters did even more damage to Boston's post-season stalwart Curt Schilling. The teams traded leads three or four times and eventually found themselves in a 6-6 tie and completely unable to score off each other's relief pitchers. After receiving two scoreless innings from his best reliever, Jonathan Pappelbon, Boston manager Terry Francona was faced with a critical decision: what pitcher do I send to the mound for the top of the eleventh inning in a best of seven playoff series game? Hmm . . . I imagine this is what was running through his mind:

• I have Javier Lopez, the left-hander who actually pitches better against right-handed hitters and who can go at least two innings.

• Then there's the talented but inconsistent young lefty Jon Lester, who can give me plenty of innings just in case this game goes into a worst-case scenario eighteen innings.

• There's also the sure-to-be controversial choice of the aching, aging knuckleballer Tim Wakefield, who's insertion here would probably force Game 1 starter Josh Beckett to start Game 4 on only three days of rest instead of the customary four days. Then again, the last time Beckett went on three days of rest in the playoffs was with the Florida Marlins in Game 6 of the 2003 World Series, a start that resulted in Beckett's Series-clinching shutout victory and ensuing MVP award!

"Hep me! Hep me!" I just don't know what to do!

Oh, wait, silly me! There's a fourth option:

• Bring in former Dodgers & Rangers closer Erc Gagne (whom the Red Sox acquired in a trade on July 31 - see blog entry from August 30) for his one inning maximum and watch the entire previous ten innings of effort explode in my face! Hey -- this doesn't sound half-bad!!!

Somewhere in America Grady Little had to have been smiling because Francona - defying all logic with his middle finger pointing straight in the face of Red Sox fans everywhere - went with option number four. Upon hearing Gagne's name (as in, "Boston's now got Eric Gagne and Javier Lopez throwing in the bullpen"), I turned to a friend and declared, "Oh, so now the objective is to lose in the playoffs?!!? Putting in Gagne is as good as saying, 'Here, take Game 2. We would rather lose this game immediately than have to play anywhere past the eleventh inning!'" And I said this not because I hate bearded French Canadian relief pitchers with overly stylish eyewear, but because Gagne's previous twenty-nine appearances with the Red Sox did everything but guarantee a Red Sox loss in this situation. Since arriving in Boston, Gagne has been stupifyingly ineffective. He came to the Red Sox with a 2-0 record and 2.16 ERA; since arriving he has gone 2-2 with a 6.75 ERA in twenty-nine appearances. So the question must be asked: did these previous twenty-nine disasters have any effect whatsoever in Francona's decsion to put in a guy who could give him only one inning in the first place? Did Francona look at the numbers for even a split-second before he put in a guy who had loaded the bases in a 10-3 Boston victory one night earlier?!!? Come on, Tito - Charlie Brown couldn't have managed this situation as ineptly as you did! Gagne's brief but horrendous track record in Boston aside, the situation itself calls for a reliever - any reliever - who can give you at least two to three innings just in case the game goes beyond the eleventh inning. Putting in Gagne is the equivalent of telling Indians manager Eric Wedge, "We're ending this game right here, right now" - and then putting a gun to the heads of his hitters and saying, "All right, guys - let's go out there and score three runs or more or we lose the game!" Thanks for the options, Tito.

Well, even I couldn't have foreseen just how disastrous Francona's decision would be. By the time I returned from a lovely Iate-night stroll the Indians had, just as I predicted, won the game - by a final score of 13-6. 13-6!!!!! The final line on the absolutely ineffective Gagne was 0.1IP, 1H, 1 BB, 2 ER. Actually, Javier Lopez entered the game after Gagne and proved to be even less effective than Gagne by allowing three runs while getting nobody out (0IP, 2H, 1BB, 3ER). Lopez' performance is moot, however, because he was, based on both pitchers' performances leading up to this game, still the more logical choice. The most important part of this gigantic implosion - no, make that the only important part of this gigantic implosion - is Terry Francona's inexplicable decision to bring in his absolute worst pitcher in a situation as critical as the eleventh inning of a tie game in the playoffs. It simply amazes me how some managers seem to learn absolutely nothing from experience and, thus, proceed to make the same mistakes time after time after time after time after time after time after time . . .

Yes, somewhere in America Grady Little is smiling.

Saturday, October 13, 2007

If irony slaps Condoleeza Rice in the face, and she doesn't notice . . .

yes, it's still irony. Why even ask the question.

So what kind of irony slapped our Secretary of State in the face, you ask? Try this kind:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071013/ap_on_go_ca_st_pe/us_russia_rice

OK, so let's go over that very first quote again:

"In any country, if you don't have countervailing institutions, the power of any one president is problematic for democratic development."

Uhh . . . I gotta hear it one more time:

"In any country, if you don't have countervailing institutions, the power of any one president is problematic for democratic development."

I believe Ms. Rice said, "In any country," didn't she? "Any" meaning . . . never mind. As clueless as this administration and its water carriers have been on just about every single issue across the board, I would be surprised if Condi did know that her boss actually has the power - and has used the power - to imprison American citizens indefinitely without bringing charges or allowing them access to an attorney. I don't know what . . . oh, what's the point? I'm gonna go bake a cake.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Fox News: They Report, You Just Shake Your Head

There's a whole bunch of shit going down in the world and U.S. in particular - the ceaseless Iraq War, the horrible school shooting in Ohio, the continuing (but admittedly overrated by former Bush yes-man Colin Powell) threat of terrorism, the fate of the SCHIP bill that President Bush just cold-heartedly vetoed, the President's attempt to overturn a death sentence in is beloved Texas (yes, you read that correctly), the Republican Party's continually successful efforts to thwart Democratic proposals in Congress, Britney's next comeback, etc, etc, etc. So, with all that and so much more going on, what events do you think Fox News deems worthy of headline status? What else?

"Muslim Leaders Warn Pope 'Survival of World' At Stake"

"Crackdown on Materials For Terror"

OK, those are acceptable, however alarmist they might be. These next two, on the other hand -- oh, man . . .

"British Court Rules Al Gore Film Exaggerated Climate Claims"

"Cheney: Rumsfeld Was the Right Man" (an "Only on Fox" piece -- really?!!?)

So Fox News would have us believe that a British court's opinion on the facts in An Inconvenient Truth is the third or fourth most important story of the day. Never mind that this court's ruling also included the opinion that almost everything in the film is accurate - it made a list of nine inaccuracies, some of which sounded like clarifications - Al Gore is a big, fat, exaggerating liar! And he's evil, too - after all, what kind of a person would instill the fear of impending doom in order to sway the public's opinion?!!? Thank goodness there's Fox News, George W. Bush, Dick Cheney and the rest of the Right to make us feel completely safe!

Monday, October 8, 2007

The Best Obituary Jerry Falwell Could Have Received

Christopher Hitchens can be a real dick. Besides carrying himself with an arrogance that knows no limits, he also whole-heartedly supports that ridiculous Iraq War tragedy and thinks anybody who doesn't is a pussy. That said, he is an atheist who knows how to put morons like Sean Hannity and Ralph Reed in their places. His appearance regarding the death of far right-wing minister Jerry Falwell on the Faux News horror show "Hannity & Colmes" ended with this barely audible nugget of joy from Mr. Hitchens: "If you gave Falwell an enema, he could be buried in a matchbox."
Watch it here (and enjoy!): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doKkOSMaTk4

Friday, October 5, 2007

Long Overdue Op-Ed on the Republican Mindset

The New York Times's Paul Krugman - the sworn enemy of most of my family (my nearest brother being the exception) - wrote this excellent op-ed about the Republican way of thinking, as evidenced by their words and actions. I don't think anybody could have made a more compelling case than Mr. Krugman does here:

The thing my Republican family needs to remember (and I've already told my father this) is that the Republican party - and this generation of Republican politicians and leaders in particular - aren't really "their" guys. The Republican party has been a "me first" party since before the start of the 20th century, but this generation of Republican weasels - Bush, Cheney, Rove, Rummy, Gonzales, Condi, DeLay, Santorum, Hastert, Vitter, Allen, Boehner, Kristol, Limbaugh, Hannity, Bill-O, and on and on and on (the list literally does not freakin' end) - don't even bother to mask their true agenda, which is to retain their elite status (most of it passed onto them by their ancestors) and stay in power at any cost by any means necessary. And Mr. Krugman's piece calls out these indifferent, elitist assholes perfectly. Thanks.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Question of the Day

Can I have the Boston Red Sox declared a terrorist organization?

Thursday, September 20, 2007

This thought just occurred to me:

What the hell does Darth Vader eat? I realize that I'm a little late in arriving at this query, but now that I have, well, I need some answers. Obviously Mr. Vader can't just sit down and enjoy a nice latté like the rest of us, so what in the world does he do? One would have to assume that it's intravenous or bust for the poor guy - no wonder he's so pissed off all the time! We're all hanging out, eating crème brulee or drinking piña coladas, and he's off in the corner all by himself with only a tube to provide him some tasteless, life-sustaining fluids. And then we have the nerve to smugly pass off his anger as the "dark side of the force"? I guess it really does depend on where you're comin' from, doesn't it?

Friday, September 7, 2007

Being this stupid and insensitive requires effort . . . it has to!

OK, it doesn't take a political science major to figure out that things are going bad for the G.O.P. The Iraq War is an epic failure; more and more citizens are unable to afford health care despite the "booming" economy touted by financially made, bow tie-wearing assholes like George Will; our physical infrastructure is literally crumbling; the government is in cahoots with bloated, renegade corporations in an effort to spy on U.S. citizens for no good reason; and gay people are still legally unifying in some heathen, rogue states (shame on you, Iowa, shame!). Yes, it seems that right fucking now would be the perfect time for Republican politicians to act, however insincerely, as if they care enough about the general public to listen to their thoughts and ideas.

Yes, almost any normal person would think that the time is right for Republicans to at least act like they have that devastating combination of intellect and compassion. Amazingly, however, Republicans remain clueless. Not that this cluelessness would effect their election prospects in the 2008 Presidential election; after all, the CEO of the biggest supplier of electronic voting machines also happens to be a Republican henchman, so ultimately Republicans probably don't have to worry about losing the White House. Nevertheless, common political wisdom would likely dictate that if you're a member of a political party sinking faster than Britney Spears, putting on a kind, compassionate and sensible public face is a good start to the vote-collecting process. Astonishingly, however, this current crop of Republicans apparently does not agree with such wisdom. Watch this clip from a C-Span call-in show with Republican Representative Phil Gingrey of Georgia:

Yes, you heard Mr. Gingrey correctly. This man's instinct upon being told by one of his national constituents that their party's foreign policy failures are destroying their beloved party is to immediately cast doubt upon the caller's sincerity. Immediately! His reaction was not, "Yes, sir, I can understand why you would want us to change course in Iraq because it has negatively affected our party's prosperity the last four years; unfortunately, we do firmly believe that pulling out U.S. troops at this stage would cause as many problems, if not more, than our remaining in Iraq for at least a few more years. We feel that securing Iraq, no matter what the cost, is imperative for our country's long-term survival, so must see this policy carried out to the end. Obviously, we wish our servicemen and women wouldn't have to carry such a heavy burden if at all possible, but at this point we see no other way to deal with this problem." Saying something like that at least would let the caller know that the representative realizes that the war is going bad and, in the process, having a negative impact on the party's viability.

The Republican Party as we know it today simply cannot bring itself to act in such a reasonable manner. No, the simple, self-righteous, authoritarian nature of such a great number of Republicans simply does not allow for such complex analysis or self-criticism. My goodness, though, man -- does anything or anybody in the real fucking world register at all on this man's consciousness? It seems not. So outlandish is Representative Gingrey's ignorance, paranoia and selfishness that one is all but forced to believe that the representative is putting a great amount of effort into his behavior! After all, who would want to believe that nature is cruel enough to create a human being as magnificently defective as Phil Gingrey?

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

The Absolute Worst Thing About George W. Bush

It just hit me earlier this evening as I sat in a movie theatre awaiting the start of The Simpsons Movie: the worst, most annoying thing about this douchebag of a President we have is that, no matter how many more things he manages to fuck up in the next 502 days, the average Joe will never be able to walk up to him on the street or in a bar, call him a stupid asshole and then punch him right in the middle of his ridiculous, beady-eyed, frat-boy face -- all because he "served" as President of the United Sates of America. Not that I would ever do something like that -- I avoid confrontation like I avoid refried beans -- but I sure would think it's funny if somebody else ever took the opportunity to do so, wouldn't you? And it's not even that I want somebody to punch this moron in the face -- I mean, really, how much damage (or good) could one punch in the face do to somebody already grievously lacking in the brains department? No, what irritates me is the fact that, because of an elevated status he so obviously does not deserve, Bush is immune to the same types of public confrontation and retribution that other public figures without Secret Service protection must face directly (see Ralph Nader's pie in the face incident). That unwarranted immunity from direct accountability to anyone in the general public is truly the worst, most annoying thing about George W. Bush.

It's Dick's world (we just have to endure it another 502 days)

Well, it finally happened: Dick Cheney announced – via a spokesperson, of course – that he is God. And because he is God, he can do whatever the hell he wants, and nobody – not even his boss – can do anything about it. Any questions? Go fuck yourself!

OK, so Dick Cheney said only one of the above things, but he may as well have said that he was God and can do whatever the hell he wants. As we must all know by now, this current situation arose when Vice President Cheney – through the voice of an impossibly straight-faced attorney – decided not to comply with an executive order stating that the Information Security Oversight Office (an office within the National Archives) is charged by presidential order with ensuring that classified information and documents are properly handled by executive branch agencies. This seemingly straightforward executive order was issued by President Clinton and reissued by current President George W. Bush in 2003 in order to maintain the integrity of classified documents by forcing all those in the executive branch to report the number of files he/she has classified or declassified. The director of ISOO, William Leonard, wrote a letter to Congress stating that Cheney's office has not complied with this executive order since 2002 and, worse still, even tried to have ISOO closed altogether. Judging from the his attorney's explanation, the simplicity of this order appears initially to have eluded Vice President Cheney, though he did end up publicly distancing from this explanation a few weeks later. Now, however, the Vice President has again decided to confuse the shit out of every single middle school civics student by declaring – through his own mouth, no less – that as President of the Senate he is, in fact, a member of the legislative branch. Doh! What?!!? Yes, as the Dick explains it himself, the Vice President is "kind of a unique creature" who does "work in both branches" -- and by extension of this logic, he seems to believe he is exempt from this (or presumably any) executive order. OK, so do you mean to tell me that everything "Dandy" Don Rowan and Walt McCoy told me about the three branches of the United States government all those years ago was complete crap? Those bastards! If only I had been taught civics by Dick Cheney – then I would have a proper understanding of the previously unknown complexities of our federal government! Because of the Dick's declaration, I am going to have to start from scratch to understand everything involved in this situation.

Now, I'm no attorney or Constitutional scholar by any means, but I am a human being with a functioning brain and some education in the structure of the United States government, so I don't think this task will be as complicated as Dana Perino would have us believe. First, we have to figure out if the Vice President is, in fact, part of the Executive Branch or not. In order to clarify this matter, I suggest we consult that scrap of paper known as the United States Constitution. In Article II, Section 1, the Constitution states, "The executive power shall be vested in a President of the United States of America. He shall hold his office during the term of four years, and, together with the Vice President, chosen for the same term, . . ." (emphasis added). Again, I'm no legal or Constitutional scholar, but the words "the executive power shall be vested in a President . . . together with the Vice President" appear to be the nearest thing to irrefutable evidence that the Vice Presidency – the office everybody in the known universe believes Dick Cheney to hold – is thus part of the executive branch.

Now that the Vice President's place in the federal government has been inarguably established in the executive branch, what about the Dick's contention that, since he is President of the Senate, he is also a member of the legislative branch? Well, let's turn to Article I, Section 3 of the Constitution: "The Vice President of the United States shall be President of the Senate, but shall have no vote, unless they be equally divided." Here we have stumbled upon some ambiguity, however microscopic, concerning the Vice President's role. The Vice President is officially President of the Senate, but he is given only one concrete role by the Constitution – to break Senate votes that end in a tie. Thus, while officially having a role of some kind in the Senate, and therefore the Legislative branch, the Vice President's title as President of the Senate appears to be more of a figurehead position – you know, much like George W. Bush's title of President appears to be more of a figurehead position since it is quite obvious that the real President is, ironically enough, Dick Cheney! Why is it safe to say this title as President of the Senate is nothing more than a name? To answer this question we must examine what duties the Constitution has given the Senate and where the Vice President fits into executing these duties. The very beginning of Article I, Section 3 states, "The Senate of the United States shall be composed of two Senators from each state, chosen by the legislature thereof, for six years; and each Senator shall have one vote." Nowhere in this passage is the Vice President mentioned and rightly so: as stated later in Article II, he is not selected by one particular state as one of its two Senators, nor does he serve a six-year sentence, nor does he have one vote – unless, as is stated later in Section 3 of this Article, there is a tie. In fact, the Vice President is not mentioned anywhere else in the ten sections of Article I of the Constitution. Section 2 deals strictly with the House of Representatives, while Sections 4-10 discuss, respectively: rules for electing Congress, Congressional self-oversight, income and legal status of Congressional members, bill-passing procedures of Congress, the laying and collecting of taxes, and two sections regarding restrictions on passage of laws by Congress. Thus, out of the 2,265 words in Article I of the U.S. Constitution, the Vice President's role in the legislative branch is mentioned in twenty-three of them. Twenty-three! This means that the Vice President's role in the legislative body is so insignificant that it merits only one-percent of the text. If the only function expressly assigned to the V-P in the legislative body is to break a tie vote in the Senate, let us examine what functions of the legislative body do not involve the Vice President. It appears he has no role whatsoever in the proposing of laws, the passing of laws, the process of impeachment, laying and collecting taxes and, most importantly, the creating and following of the rules of the House and Senate. The only Congressional responsibility not clearly defined by the Constitution is who must take out the garbage, though I think we can safely assume, based on his heroic Vietnam record, that The Dick won't be rushing to claim that responsibility. It is safe to say, then, that the Vice President's "membership" in the legislative branch is quite dubious, and his role as President of the Senate is a mere title except in the rare instance there is a tie vote. The current Vice President's claim that he is a member of Congress and therefore does not have to follow the executive order affecting the executive branch has been proven to be nothing more than a humongous technical turd.

Now, for the sake of argument, let's play a game of pretend (you know, the game popularized by children and mastered by George W. Bush). Let's allow the Dick his place in the Senate and subject him to the same rules and restrictions of the legislative branch. There's just one minor technicality that still places him at odds with this executive order: according to the Constitution, he's still a member of the executive branch! Nowhere in any article does it say that the Vice President's "membership" in the legislative branch nullifies his membership in the executive branch or exempts him from following the rules of the executive branch. Thus, the only thing that the Dick could truthfully claim from the Constitution is that he is a member of both branches and, thus, must be subjected to the rules and restrictions of both the executive branch and legislative branch. This logic applies to dual memberships in almost any arena of life. For instance, it is quite common in New Orleans society for a gentleman to be a member of multiple Mardi Gras parading organizations. A member of the Mystic Krewe of Comus may not break the club's rule and reveal the identity of his king to the public just because said member also belongs to the Krewe of Rex, an organization that does reveal the name of its king to the public. This gentleman must follow the rules of both Mardi Gras organizations or be subjected to the agreed upon penalties for not following those rules. The concept is simple enough; Mardi Gras historians are not needed to debate the matter because there is nothing to debate in the first place. Likewise, legal and Constitutional scholars are not needed to debate the current Vice President's outlandish claims of legislative privilege (as White House spokesperson Dana Perino ridiculously suggested) because, simply put, there is nothing for anybody – not even a middle school student – to debate on this issue.

The most important irony here, as many in the media and general public have pointed out, is that this very same Vice President, way back in 2002, refused to release any information to the legislative branch regarding his secret energy commission by citing – you guessed it – executive privilege! Just in case you had not been aware of this fact or simply needed to hear it again, here it is: the same person currently claiming not to have to follow an executive order because he is technically a member of the legislative branch even though he is technically a member of the executive branch once told the legislative branch that he would not disclose the information they had requested because he was a member of the executive branch and therefore was entitled to keep this information under the protection of executive privilege. Huh? Did that explanation sound like somebody talking in Greek? Or did it sound like a six year-old who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar? Even by current GOP standards (assuming there is such a thing) the hypocrisy of this explanation is mind-blowing! I can't wait to see how this megalomaniac comes up with some justification for claiming he has Judicial Privilege as well. Yeah, go ahead and laugh at that statement all you want, but don't forget that this same person has tossed aside decades – sometimes even centuries – of rules for governing our country in a proper and ethical manner simply to push forward the agenda of a small group of like-minded and extremely *cough* privileged allies. Nobody in the 219 years since the United States Constitution was ratified had ever had the audacity to claim he is simultaneously a member of both the legislative and executive branches of the United States government until Dick Cheney was chosen by George W. Bush to find a suitable candidate for Vice President and then found himself. If this almost other-worldly arrogance of claiming both Executive Privilege and Legislative Privilege whenever the occasion suits him does not convince everybody in the informed world that this man is unsuitable to be in any position of authority, then nothing short of his announcing he is, in fact, Dr. Strangelove will. The only question remaining now is whether this free-floating branch of government unto himself will be allowed to live out his political life to its natural end or have it terminated for the good of the country.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Practical Jokes of the Colossal & Faceless

Hey, AT&T, it's your good buddy Murray here. Yeah, the guy who sends you charitable donations every month. Yeah. Anyway, can I ask you a quick question here? OK, good, uh . . . is it too much to ask you guys to put the bill in the envelope right side up? I mean every month I open your envelope with that cute little lower-case logo from what I think is the top, only to find out that I'm opening it from the bottom. Seriously, AT&T -- you guys can transfer images and sounds through a lock of hair, but you can't find a way to send your bills right side up? Come on -- even a five year-old can do this!

Never mind; I forgot for a second that I'm addressing some humongous, faceless corporation, not my barber. So go right on ahead -- keep playing that cruel practical joke on me if it really makes you happy, Mr. Big Shit! Don't think that I can't hear the snickers coming all the way from your slimy corporate office in Atlanta as I open your bill from the wrong side of the envelope yet again. Ha-ha, fuckheads, we get it: you're on top, we're at the bottom. We're at your mercy. We've always known this. Now could you grow up a little and put the damn bill in the envelope the right way? I'm tired of feeling like a schmuck even before I see how much money I'm sending you assholes yet again.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

What's that?

The Yankees & Red Sox met in a three-game series at Yankee Stadium? The Sox had won four straight heading into it while the Yankees had gone home limping after a 16-0 drubbing the previous night in Detroit?

And then the Yankees swept the Red Sox? And the Sox hit a collective .081 or something against that erratic Yankees pitching staff? Derek Jeter went 4-4 in the final game? And the Sox' three best pitchers all lost? Yes, September is upon us. And some traditions never fucking die. Fuckin' Yankees.

More appropriately, fuckin' Red Sox! Exactly a month ago today they made a big splash and traded for veteran stud reliever Eric Gagné to add even more muscle to what was already the best bullpen in the Major Leagues. Here's what I wrote at the time on si.com's message board:

Don't get me wrong - the Red Sox needed another quality arm in the bullpen, if
only as insurance (though the logic of bringing in another chronic medical case
eludes me somewhat). The real need on this team, however, is in the lineup: they
have a shortstop barely above the Mendoza Line, a streak-hitting centerfielder,
and a colossal underachiever in rightfielder (no matter who starts there). Am I
the only person to notice that the Red Sox reach double digits in the LOB
[runners left on base] category on an almost routine basis? And how many
1-run games have they lost recently? Too many. In fact, they're below .500 in
1-run games for the season, an unusual mark for a team with the best record in
baseball. Simply put, it's sickening (assuming you're a Red Sox fan, that is).
This team needs a quality, clutch hitter in the worst of ways right now, and I
won't be too confident of a World Series appearance, much less a victory, until
they find one.

And what just happened in the Yankees series? They lost all three games, getting fewer and fewer hits each game: 3 runs on 7 hits in game 1, followed by 3 runs on 4 hits in game 2, and finished off by today's 0-run/2-hit implosion at the hands of Chien-Ming Wang. One thing is certain: the starting pitchers and relievers didn't lose these three games in the Bronx. If this three-game display of chronic impotence didn't sound the alarm in Theo Epstein's brain, I don't know what would.

Welcome to September, Red Sox fans. Here we go again . . .

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Important Technical Correction

Upon the resignation of Alberto "Slowpoke" Gonzales as United States Attorney General, I wanted to correct one part of the statement from Mr. Gonzales's press conference yesterday. Now, some people would call this correction a minor technicality, but I happen to believe it is a major technicality. At one point Mr. Gonzales said that "public service is honorable and noble" and that he was "profoundly grateful" to President Bush for having given him the "many opportunities . . . to serve the American people."
That sentiment is all fine and dandy; to some degree, it's even accurate. Public service is honorable and noble, Mr. Gonzales, but the problem is that, um . . . you were never in the public service field -- you were in the Presidential service field. In your three torturous years as Attorney General -- pun definitely intended -- the only people you seemingly ever served were Masters George and Dick. Every important decision you ever made as Attorney General served the megalomaniacal, authoritarian desires of George W. Bush, Dick Cheney and Karl Rove and absolutely nobody else. Sadly, you will crawl to your grave with the steadfast belief that you really were serving the American public, a fact that's almost as sad as the negative effects your decisions have had on the American public.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Healthcare costs claim another victim

"I will not be able to make it to the end of this administration, just financially."

These are the words of explanation from cancer patient and current White House Press Secretary Tony Snow on the subject of his decision to resign his post before the end of George W. Bush's term in January of 2009.

Oh, that's what this quote was referring to. Could you repeat that for me, please?

"I will not be able to make it to the end of this administration, just financially."

Ohhhhhh, ok, I get it. The $168,000 per year job just can't cover 'dem medical bills, eh, Tony?

Yeah, only an elitist former Faux News Bushie -- or an NBA star, of course (see Latrell Sprewell) -- would have the nerve to claim that $168,000 per year isn't sufficient income. Please. Granted, $168,000 a year wouldn't be enough money for me to ease my conscience into habitually lying on behalf of the assholes for whom this guy works, but I have not seen any evidence indicating that Mr. Snow has any kind of moral objection to lying as much as he does on behalf of his bosses. The only thing we are left to assume, then, is that $168,000 a year just isn't enough for this guy to rent that summer home in Kennebunkport. Or that he somehow doesn't have medical insurance. Or that he hadn't save a penny from his spin-doctoring days at Faux News, where he was paid at least double per year to do essentially the same bullshit thing he does now. Yeah, cry me a river, dickface. Now Mr. Snow can go back to the private sector and be more richly rewarded for doing what he has been doing the last couple of years with such effortlessness and arrogance: deceiving the American public on any and every important political situation, which is what he was doing for Faux News before he joined the Bush Monarchy, uh, Administration anyway.

If you really think you can endure the entire story, here's the link:

Funny how unobjective the news can be, huh? I mean, wouldn't the headline "Another Rat Leaves the Sinking Ship" been more truthful?

Oh, and just in case you wanted to know more about legendary NBA star Latrell Sprewell's life of extreme hardship, go here:

Saturday, August 11, 2007

What am I doing?

Anybody have any ideas? Anybody?

And while I'm feeling particularly inquisitive, anybody have any idea how this Mitt Romney moron ever became a viable candidate for President? I mean, besides the obvious fact that he's a member of the Republican party, an outfit that found a way to make even George W. Bush seem like a viable candidate for President? Anybody?

Thursday, August 2, 2007

Why Murray Rizberg Should Be Filthy Fucking Rich: Reason No. 652

Because then, when I find myself stuck behind somebody who insists upon using the antiquated, seemingly endless process of writing a check instead of using a check card, I could just say to the person very politely, "You're such a nice, sweet person -- please -- allow me to pay for your items today! No, really -- I insist." Because in the time it takes these people to find their checkbooks, then find their pens, then find their ID's, then get the total amount of the bill, then write the date on the check, then attempt to recall their own first names, then ask the cashier what the total was, then write down half that total, then ask the cashier to repeat that total just one more freakin' time, then write the rest of the check, then sign the check, then hand it to the cashier, then watch as the cashier goes through the 47-step process of validating and recording the check, then filing the receipt, then recording the transaction in the checkbook, then finding his/her keys and then, at fucking last, getting the fuck out of my way so I can purchase my one fucking item -- after all of that -- I realize that I could have spent that time better by going back to school, getting my biology and medicine degrees, joining a research team and discovering the cure for restless leg syndrome. Instead, I will have wasted it while some fuckhead writes a fucking check. Great.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Oh, ok - now that I get it, count me in!

For years I have been opposed to Louisiana Senator David Vitter's efforts to "protect the sanctity of marriage." Now that I know that protecting the sanctity of marriage includes sticking my dick anywhere I can, however, what the hell -- sign me up!

Where do I start, Senator?

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Just so we're on the record here:

My life is one humongous steaming pile of regret.

Sunday, June 3, 2007

So how many holes do I need in my head?

So I was shopping for my father's birthday last night and came across a box set of three DVD's labeled "The David Spade Collection." Am I to assume that this a-hole's Capital One commercials are so popular that he is now worthy of having a DVD box set bearing his name? Please. Where would one place this box set in his collection, under "D" next to "The David Lean Collection" or under "S" next to "The Martin Scorsese Collection"? I guess that's not happening. My god, is Paramount so desperate for income that they felt green-lighting "The David Spade Collection" was imperative? And what should we expect in the future, "The Stephen Dorff Collection"? I can't wait.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

George W!

So, George Warmonger Bush is at it again. He is single-handedly rewriting the manual on political hypocrisy, or, more accurately, oblivious political irony.

His latest chapter came yesterday when he declared that Democrats in Congress should abandon their plan to pass a no-confidence vote on Attorney General Alberto Gonzales because it is nothing more than "pure political theatre." And who would know more about "political theatre" than George "Bring 'Em On!" Bush himself, the same guy who, after being so lazy that he had to take the easy way out of taking the easy way out of serving in Vietnam, saw no irony in flying onto an aircraft carrier in a fighter jet with a banner declaring "Mission Accomplished" in the background in order to declare the "end of major combat operations" in Iraq? Well, this master thespian of the D.C. theatre scene -- who is so overdue for a performance at the Ford Theatre -- has decided that now is not the time for anybody to be dabbling in "political theatre." No, as Bush himself might put it, he has dibs on that scene. Obviously this man is competely unaware that his entire Presidency -- ok, his entire fucking life -- is pure theatre. With the exception of his attention to AIDS patients and overtaxed millionaires, this incompetent fucknut hasn't offered an ounce of actual substance in the six years he's spent jerking off in the White House. No, Bush won't do a damn thing for this country, but, by gum, he'll be damned before anybody else -- especially the spineless Democrats [see next blog entry!] -- tries to engage in any of his patented Karl Rove-style theatrics.

Actually, Bush did make one valid point: he further chastised the Democrats, explaining that they should be passing war-funding legislation "as opposed to figuring out how to be actors on the political theater stage." Well, I suppose we can't argue with this complaint; after all, if the strategically clueless Democrats put off all other business until they figured out how to act in the political theatre, they would accomplish even less than Bush has.

Nonetheless, to hear this Z-List actor/president scold his political opponents for putting on official record their displeasure with an obviously incapable Attorney General is insulting, if not infuriating. The only thing left now for George W. Bush is to publicly call out Yogi Berra for mangling the English language. And please don't do that, George, because you're still a myriad of political theatre productions away from being Rex Harrison.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Dubyah's Press Conference, uh - I Mean Photo-Op

President Monkey-Brain held a press conference today to do something wholly expected: to denounce the House of Representatives' passing of an Iraq War funding bill that included a deadline for withdrawing U.S. troops. What was even less surprising -- but infinitely more annoying and (by now, we hope) tiresome -- was his using members of the U.S. military as props in his quest for . . . whatever it is he thinks he's trying to accomplish. I mean seriously, how detached from reality has this cock-sucking, common sense-shattering blunderhead become?

The secret is out, Georgie-Boy: everybody knows you don't give a shit about our troops. You never gave a shit about them! How could you have? I mean, you have the empathetic abilities of a two year-old! If you really gave a shit about them, you wouldn't be authorizing even more budget cuts for veterans' healthcare in the 2007 budget. And you certainly wouldn't have sent them off to an unwinnable war with out of date armor and technology in order to protect your friends' oil investments, either. So please stop posing with members of the military, especially when you rehash that tired ol' "Democrats don't care about our troops" song-and-dance -- it's truly tacky. The evidence is there for everybody to see how little you care about anybody who makes less than a seven-figure salary, assfuck.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Friday, January 12, 2007

It never gets old - EVER!

I'm watching Game 6 of the 2004 American League Championship Series on DVD right now. Curt Schilling, after undergoing some sort of freakish surgery on his right ankle, mows down the frustrated Yankees for seven glorious innings (yes, Curt, we'll overlook the fact that you're a shamelessly self-promoting, egomaniacal Republican any time you feel like doing that kind of work again). Mark Bellhorn breaks out of his hitting hibernation and smacks an opposite-field homer to give the Sox the lead in the fourth. Then A-Rod, with his Hamburger Helper glove [see my pictures], slaps the ball out of punk-ass Boston pitcher Bronson Arroyo's glove in the eighth inning and completely embarrasses himself and all of New York in the process. Finally Keith Foulke comes in for the ninth, striking out Ruben Sierra to end the game after having put two runners on base thanks to some dubious pitch calls by home plate umpire Joe West. Wow! No team had ever come back from three games down in a baseball playoff series to force a game seven until these clowns did it. Simply amazing.

Could I ever get tired of watching this? No. In fact, I think I want to die while watching Game 7 of this series or Game 4 of the subsequent World Series sweep of the St. Louis Cardinals. It just never gets old.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

This makes total sense . . . in the grand scheme of things, that is

New Secretary of Defense Robert Gates, along with Secretary of State Condi Rice, staged a press conference today to discuss the "surge" in U.S. troops being sent to Iraq. I had to laugh because one quote in particular perfectly summed up the Iraq War:

"It's viewed as a temporary surge, but I think no one has a really clear idea of how long that might be."

Of course you really have no "clear idea" how long this "temporary" troop surge will last -- nobody who's had any say in getting us stuck neck-deep in this shitty, unwinnable war has had any clear idea on anything! Allow Rizmo to translate your plans into actual English, Mr. Gates: "Like the rest of the planning of this war, we're just gonna go into this latest phase half-assed with no real idea whether it's going to help us or hurt us in the long run. So when we use the word 'temporary,' we actually mean it in a more ambiguous way, like when we say that, in the grand scheme of the universe, life itself could be temporary. And needless to say, if you don't agree that sending these additional 21,000 troops is a good idea, you must want to help embolden the terrorists even more. These troops need to know they're wanted and needed over there before they go to Iraq to become sacrificial lambs for the new Neocon World Order." Yeah, that's what I thought you meant to say, Mr. Gates!

For more on this press conference, check out the article at cnn.com:

For more commentary on this wonderful and inventive new strategy for "winning" the Iraq War, check out my brother's blog entry from earlier this morning:

Happy reading!

Monday, January 8, 2007

Fortune cookies have hit an all-time low

The "fortunes" found in fortune cookies have been spiraling downward in quality for many years now. Last week, however, marked a new and shockingly shitty all-time low for the peculiar dessert. I cracked open a cookie, unfolded the thin strip of paper inside of it and came face-to-face with, "Loving is sharing rainbows of happiness." What the fuck does that mean?!!? I mean, I have come to expect something that doesn't fall into the "fortune" category any longer, but this piece of crap excuse for a fortune sounds like some Hallmark-penned sentiment from a child's birthday card or some lesson at the end of a Church-produced cartoon show! What the fuck is a "rainbow of happiness" anyway? Honestly, I would have been less disappointed had the fortune read, "Three letters: STD." Despite being highly unlikely, it at least would have fallen into the proper category.