MALZBERG: Don't you think it's fair also to ask him, I know your stance on this. How come we don't have a health record, we don't have a college record, we don't have a birth cer - why Mr. Obama did you spend millions of dollars in courts all over this country to defend against having to present a birth certificate. It's one thing to say, I've -- you've seen it, goodbye. But why go to court and send lawyers to defend against having to show it? Don't you think we deserve to know more about this man?
HUCKABEE: I would love to know more. What I know is troubling enough. And one thing that I do know is his having grown up in Kenya, his view of the Brits, for example, very different than the average American. When he gave the bust back to the Brits --Huckabee knows full fucking well Obama didn't grow up in Kenya, so there's a deliberate lie meant to play to his cracker base, but then here's a truth!
MALZBERG: He despises the west, he despises the Brits, and I think he could take it all out on Israel and that's why he despises Israel. He's not too thrilled with our history either. But let me just try to get an answer from you. Would you say to him, or at least ask him in a debate, why did you go to court and spend millions of dollars on lawyers to prevent from having to show your birth certificate. If you have one and it's there, why not show it?
HUCKABEE: The only reason I'm not as confident that there's something about the birth certificate, Steve, is because I know the Clintons [inaudible] and believe me, they have lots of investigators out on him, and I'm convinced if there was anything that they could have found on that, they would have found it, and I promise they would have used it.Truth, truth, absolute and fundamental truth.
It's true Blegsylvania is in recession if not in depression. Look at my blegrells, see how bleggers haven't posted in days, weeks, months. The same is true on blegrells of bleggers I read on a daily basis. It's winter at the old folks home.
I've no doubt Twitter and Facebook contribute heavily to Blegsylvania's depopulation - we are trained to have shorter and shorter attention spans (we are trained to spend our wages on our over-priced training devices, and AWOO!) - and Twitter and Facebook will be obsolete soon themselves (remember when blogging felt fresh and, tee-hee, empowering?), but I neither Twitter or Facebook, and I can only speak for me and this shitty blog when I say it's not
it's too much fuck tossed in a pissy dressing of my insignificance, complicity, and my unconquerable vanity that I'll be proved right about the depth and width of the clusterfuck, and that's not as much fun to write about as once it was, and when it was more fun I still enjoyed posting songs and poems and writing about DC United and bleggalgazing more anyway.
- Coup D'Etat, now with extra remorse.
- Spending or investing?
- Annals of white collar crime.
- Winning hearts and minds.
- The options.
- History of the Newt.
- Buttboy slams asshole!
- UPDATE! YFWP.
- UPDATE! YFWP.
- Things you might have missed.
- That's from a huge pile of art Earthgirl picked up yesterday from the garage of her aunt who died last month or two. Wonder why she rushed home to give me that one.
- Intro: Late American Novel.
- On the above.
- On Amy Clampett.
- Writing tools.
- Raskolnikov's inbox.
- This week's new releases w/sound.
- Obscure Sound's best of February w/sound.
- UPDATE! Master of the Universe!
- UPDATE! I am the fly.
- Years (5-8).
- I claimed this one out of the pile for obvious current and future use:
should be green to represent an ocean. It should have two stars in the first canton, for us and navigation. They should be of gold thread, placed diagonally, and not solid, but comprised of lines. Our flag should be silky jet. It should have a wound, a red river the sun must ford when flown at half-mast. It should have the first letter of every alphabet ever. When folded into a triangle an embroidered eighth note should rest on top or an odd-pinnate, with an argentine stem, a fiery leaf, a small branch signifying the impossible song. Or maybe honey and blue with a centered white pinion. Our flag should be a veil that makes the night weep when it comes to dance, a birthday present we open upon death, the abyss we sleep under. Our flag should hold failure like light glinting in a headdress of water. It should hold the moon as the severed head of a white animal and we should carry it to hospitals and funerals, to police stations and law offices. It should live, divided, deepening its yellows and reds, flaunting itself in a dead gray afternoon sky. Our flag should be seen at weddings well after we've departed. It should stir in the heat above the tables and music. It should watch our friends join and separate and laugh as they go out under the clouded night for cold air and cigarettes. Our flag should sing when we cannot, praise when we cannot, rejoice when we cannot. Let it be a reminder. Let it be the aperture, the net, the rope of dark stars. Let it be mathematics. Let it be the eloquence of the process shining on the page, a beacon on the edge of a continent. Let its warnings be dismissed. Let it be insignificant and let its insignificance shine.
Speaking of over-priced training devices, see Tom Knapp's post and my exchange with him: http://knappster.blogspot.com/2011/02/say-hello-to-my-little-friend.htmlReplyDelete
My tiny little corner of the blogosphere is fairly busy. But it is a very tiny little corner.ReplyDelete
Isn't it nifty to watch the demise of a treasured anachronism as the clock whirls madly?ReplyDelete
I had the death bell rung for me by a dear co-blogger (inadvertently) on a podcast a time ago and it gave me a slight pause, like being asked to deliver the eulogy at one's own funeral might - the 'auld guard' of a certain expressive mode flying away on the steel cyber-breeze like withered digital leaves...
F*ck, I should be 'dead' anyway - writing drivel like that above. Shave my head, stamp my neck with a number for a name, and pick up your white coveralls at the deployment center.
Beyond hating twitter, I'd get myself in horrible trouble - believe it or not, I actually thwart my impulses here; the shit I'd say, push plunge, and instantly regret? Fuck that.
I've a friend who keeps urging me to buy a reader, and I will not be assimilated.... at least until most of what I read is available for digital download too....
Garcia Song - You and Fish have Kindly tried to introduce me into that circle, but alas, most there find me unworthy (actually, what's interesting in a non-waambulance way is how people don't even click through to see how much this blog sucks. Not limited to this circle, of course. It's weird to me that people who read your blog aren't interested in what you suggest, but it happens all the time in all circles of Blegsylvania.)
Darkblack - your Sunday Overnight's are very much alive and appreciated.
Of course, some would say that it's during the decline of a given culture that its best work blossoms.ReplyDelete
Of course, some would say that it's during the decline of a given culture that its dregs poison souls, at least that's the reason I'm using for the crapitude at my place.
That devil's extra cool. Sell the rights to the feds and they can start putting it on all the smart bombs.
Jim, I'm going to try it again.ReplyDelete
Randal, the stuff in the boxes Earthgirl brought home that would have been thrown away otherwise is astonishing. More will shop up here.
Cowardly Emailer, who still won't comment even though I'm calling you cowardly - yes, though Blegsylvania is dying, this shitty blog has never been read by more people. This post wasn't complaint, just bleggalgazing.
Unca Dirty has been reporting on the lack of Charlie Sheen coverage on Al Jazeera and VOA. How do you expect to win their hearts and minds if they don't know that, with the right relatives or connections, one day they too can live the American Dream of being a Drug-Addled Celebrity who frequents prostitutes? They probably think they have to drive a cab 18 hours a day to be successful in America! We are losing the messaging war people!!!ReplyDelete
Hey Sailor! Spring's only four months away for you! Hugs to you and Old Salty!ReplyDelete
Gracias for the Hawkwind addition!ReplyDelete
Twitter: Speech as vomit that you cannot wipe up?
Hey, at least I turned the damn thing back on. Voice is a little scratchy after not having used it in so long.ReplyDelete
Yup! and Yup!ReplyDelete
It's astonishing on some level that we stand in line to give money to our prosecutors for the technology they'll use to convict us.
MADLULZ there Brother.ReplyDelete