A few thoughts on items from the week’s RSS feed:
El Paso Feeb Update: Regarding the ongoing white-collar crime investigation in El Paso, an ace reporter at El Paso Times is quick to reassure the nervous public that suspects’ jobs are safe for the time being. Thanks for covering that angle, David Crowder. I wonder why
No Job Left Behind safe jobs is on your mind. Could it be the SF Chronicle downsizing that has you worried?
Dirty Word Festival in El Paso: Hurry on down: They’re cooking up a 300-pound gordita in El Paso this weekend. Isn’t that a bad word?
University of California at Bhurkastan: Decidedly right-wing rag FrontPage has the skinny on the decidedly jihadist atmosphere at UC Irvine. I always knew there was a reason I didn’t want to go there as a student: I couldn’t stand the students. And, I couldn’t find Irvine on a map. Since I’ve traveled a lot, I think that means that Irvine doesn’t matter as a geolocale.
Monkeying Around at the GOP’s Call Center: If the apes working the phone lines (we hate all apes) aren’t bringing in the moola, fire ‘em. Don’t stop to consider why people are turned off to the Grand Old Party right about now. It’s always the messengers, not the message. Clearly, the GOP boys are in panic mode, and the firings underscore their desperation. They also underscore your chances of succeeding in government work if these clowns retain any semblence of power. I guess if the Elephunts fire enough underlings, they’ll figure things out. Just like when your ship is sinking and you panic: you toss overboard the bosun’s mates, the engineers, the fire control team, and the deckhands. But the ship still sinks and then it’s only you, Cap’n, and your first, second and third mates left to ponder why she hasn’t righted herself. Davy Jones’ locker awaits the idiots who pull stunts like this, and the ship will smash into the ocean floor in 2008.
ACLU Update: If there’s a political opportunity for the
treasonous silly ACLU, they’ll take it. Seems the ACLU is supporting al Qaeda suspects who are suing Boeing for being flown away by the CIA on Boeing aircraft. That’s like a rat suing God for being carried away in the belly of a hungry cat. It’ll never fly, of course, and the rat is going to rightly die soon, but the ACLU seems to understand that publicity stunts bring in money. Moola. Dosh. And headlines. And web page hits. Too bad there aren’t other kinds of hits influencing the ACLU, an organization that stops just short of a kind of Goebbels-meets-Sheehan-with-a-law-degree attitude. Someone wipe the snot out of the ACLU’s childlike nose, please.
Latin Libido Update: Venezuela’s tin-foilt hat-wearing Hugo Chavez disgustingly climbs into bed with Hillary Clinton and charges that a vast “right-wing conspiracy” is after his guv’mint. The mental image made me throw up in my mouth a little bit. But why not Hot Hillary? I mean, he was all over Cindy Sheehan like ketchup on fries. If he can dig that stuff, then his “right wing conspiracy” message is nothing more, really, than an invitation to a Weekend in Caracas for the obviously-single (and implicitly-divorced) Hil of the Hill.
Barber Shop Blues: Finally, John “Breck Girl” Edwards gets $400 haircuts. Why can’t his– ahem –intellectual better Al Gore see a better barber?