Heifers in organza

Most of us have known all along the Bushes wouldn’t know a real ranch if it fell out of the sky on top of them. Even so, this is pretty WTF? :

Jenna’s twin sister, Barbara, will serve as maid of honor and wear a gown designed by Rose and dyed a “moonstone” blue to match Barbara’s eyes. “It’s a long-to-the-floor gown, but it’s in a soft shimmery fabric, so it still seems appropriate to an outdoor ranch setting,” Rose said.

Because nothing says “ranching” like a shimmering floor-length gown…

Actually though, there’s hint of accuracy in this. The Preznit’s Crawford residence is not a ranch, it’s just “an outdoor ranch setting.”

Happy Codpiece Day

Yesterday’s gaggle, via the obsessed one:

(this is Helen Thomas asking the questions, bless her)

Q Me? How does the President intend to commemorate “Mission Accomplished” after five years of death and destruction?

MS. PERINO: What you’re referring to is the banner that ran — that was aboard the ship five years ago. President Bush —

Q I’m talking about the anniversary tomorrow.

MS. PERINO: Yes, I get — no, I understand. That’s the anniversary of when that banner flew on that ship. President Bush is well aware that the banner should have been much more specific and said “mission accomplished for these sailors who are on this ship on their mission.” And we have certainly paid a price for not being more specific on that banner. And I recognize that the media is going to play this up again tomorrow, as they do every single year

This is Dana last year.  You gotta hand it to her, she’s a scrappy little shill.

Five years and thousands of coiled springs later

As I’ve posted before, I live with a parrot, have done so for almost four years now. Like most animals, parrots pick up on the emotions and energy of the people with whom they live. At least in my experience, they do so to a much greater extent and in a very different way than dogs or cats. Dogs especially will often try to comfort their humans when they sense that they are upset or angry. One of my cats even does this. The bird however, is different. If I’m upset, it upsets and unnerves him. If I’m stressed, he’s screeching; if I’m depressed, he’s anxious and needy; if I’m angry, he’s aggressive.

This morning I got up early so I could do a post about the fifth anniversary of the Iraq War. As anyone who reads this blog can tell, I’m not much on in-depth political analysis. I’m fascinated by government and politics, I’m deeply invested in the state of the country, I read voraciously, I very much need to converse about such things, hanging out in lefty blogtopia with like-minded acquaintances and fomenting discontent, but I’m not much good at writing from the long view about all this. So, this morning, I sat. First I procrastinated, drinking coffee, dithering, answering email. Then I tried to put some words down, but instead just watched the long grass in my back yard ripple in the breeze, the sun lighting up the new green buds on all the trees.

My mind was a blank. The clock was ticking, my morning was getting away from me. I got frustrated, and then I read the news and I got angry. That’s my problem writing about this stuff, I can’t divorce my emotions from it enough to achieve coherence.

So much for that extra half hour I planned. I was full of coffee, I was angry and sad, and completely blocked. I had no thoughts, I had nothing to write. Now I had animals to feed, a shower to take, a meeting at work to think about. Heading for the bathroom to shower, I reached for the bird as usual, so he could sit on the shower curtain rod like always, chattering with me while I did my thing and got ready. I held out my hand, said the usual “step up,” he hopped on, then after about three seconds on my arm, he went for me. By the time I’d wrenched his grinding beak off my hand, he’d dealt quite a bit of damage. Looking at my shredded knuckles and pinky, I was reminded of an old friend back in the day who’d drunkenly tried to fistfight a brick wall.

And that’s when it all poured out. Now that I was late for work and had a first aid crisis, I had more than enough words for a post but mostly I just cried. For the 4,000 dead soldiers, the dead journalists and contractors and aid workers, and the many thousands more Iraqis that have been killed, injured, driven from their homes and country. Driving into work, squinting into the sun and trying not to get neosporin all over the steering wheel, I wondered how many other Americans were angry and frustrated this morning, on this anniversary. I wondered how their mornings were going. Had they snapped at their kids, did they maybe slam their front doors a little too hard, peel out of their driveways, take out their frustration in traffic?

I’ve always loved the scene below, from Rainbow of Her Reasons, episode 506 of Six Feet Under. There’s a larger context to the scene of course, but that doesn’t matter. Watch the way Patricia Clarkson’s body just convulses with the hatred for “George… Fucking Bush.” She’s a great actress, one of our best, but I know lots of people who could have done justice to that one bit of physical business. There’s thousands of us carrying that rage in our bodies, that impotence, that need to lash out and put our fist through a wall, to kick something till it splinters.

I guess I overestimated the complexity


I used to get overwhelmed trying to understand the ‘big picture’  of the problems facing the US economy, not to mention realistic solutions to those problems.

Silly me…

Ooh, American Gladiators is on.

Deja vu, or “I’ve been drunk in that petstore before…”

I agree with John at C&L: “pretty disturbing all around.”

The war drumbeat against Iran has been going on for sooo long now. You can understand why this report shatters the Bush/Cheney doctrine of immorally—attacking–a–country—that hasn’t attacked us. It’s a virtual replay of their Iraq intelligence scam.

re post title

What if?

If the election was today, I’d vote for this woman:

another version

Chris Matthews is already getting wood just thinking about this

via scout, who’s been down at the Rising Tide conference, I read something that boggles my mind. The Chimperor, aka Miserable Failure, aka Drunky McStagger (™ Sinfonian) is planning on making a visit to New Orleans to mark Katrina’s second anniversary.

Care to join me in a befuddled chorus of “WTF?” ?

According to the Times Picayune,

White House spokesman Gordon Johndroe said that Bush continues to follow through “on his commitment to help local citizens rebuild their lives and communities on the Gulf Coast.

Which just begs the question of why he’s going back to the scene of the crime? The T-P story carries two hints to the real reason. One, the place is lousy with Dem presidential candidates in the next few days. I guess it wouldn’t do for the last one or two of the Republican loyalists to get the impression Our Dear Lame Duck cares less about them than Dems do. Per another scout/Rising Tide post yesterday, Panty Man David Vitter still enjoys a 66% popularity rating down in La. My guess is those folks are prolly still more than willing to carry water for the Bush Admin. “See? Daddy still loves us, even though he beat us up and abandoned us two years ago…”

Heh. Remember that picture of Bush shoving through the door ahead of Clinton? Maybe this is sort of the same thing.

Bush’s trip will follow visits to the city by five presidential candidates seeking to succeed him in 2009. Sen. Barack Obama, D-Ill., running second in polls among Democratic contenders, will address the First Emanuel Baptist Church at 1829 Carondelet St. on Sunday at 8:30 a.m. and later go on a walking tour of a New Orleans neighborhood.

On Monday, Democratic front-runner, Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton, D-N.Y., along with former Sen. John Edwards, D-N.C., will appear at a Katrina summit organized by Sen. Mary Landrieu, D-La., at the University of New Orleans. Also appearing will be Republican presidential hopefuls Mike Huckabee, former governor of Arkansas, and U.S. Rep. Duncan Hunter, R-Calif.

Oh, and also he’s going to Mississippi to visit goodbuddy, that ol’ sumbitch Haley Barbour, who just happened to release a special Governor’s Report on the state of of the state of Mississippi two years post-Katrina.

Not surprisingly, Barbour’s report is “brimming with confidence,” according to Biloxi/Gulport’s Sun Herald.

Oh, ferchrissakes, can we please just impeach him already?

From the Los Angeles Times, we find out now, at least for certain, though most of us have been pretty sure for some time already, that Chimpy no longer realizes what country he’s in.

Let’s review: Constitution, democratic model, Montesquieu, yada yada, separation of powers, legislative, judiciary, etc….. remember, now? I think it was third grade when I learned that. Yup, Mrs. Sorenson, third grade. Rockport Elementary, public school system.

It’s America, sir, you are the President, and that’s in the Executive Branch. Which part do you not understand?

An executive order that Bush issued in March 2003 — amending an existing order — requires all government agencies that are part of the executive branch to submit to oversight. Although it doesn’t specifically say so, Bush’s order was not meant to apply to the vice president’s office or the president’s office, a White House spokesman said.

I wanted to be a team player, I wanted to support Pelosi’s and Reid’s new agendas.  I could, intellectually anyway, see that impeachment proceedings would be divisive and destructive, but I’m done with it. C’mon folks, the law’s the law. How long can we simultaneously attempt to prosecute them for ignoring it and yet still ignore it ourselves by overlooking impeachable offenses?

Does he have to actually physically transform into Nixon before we figure out where he’s headed and what needs to be done to stop him?

image via MoveOn.org

A little Boo Radley moment

REUTERS/Jonathan Ernst

via the divine WT @  Dependable Renegade

Do not goad Commander Guy

After all, since even Barney’s no doubt turned his back on Commander Chimp by now, the media is the only lapdog he’s got left:

Q: I’d like to know, like a lot of other people in this room, we have family members — we have family members who are actively involved in the security of this country in various ways. From them, we’ve received positive information that we consider credible, who say about the success and the good things that are happening as a result of us being in Iraq. I would like to know why and what can be done about we, the American people, receiving some of that information more from the media. (Applause.)

THE PRESIDENT: If you’re trying to goad me into attacking the media, you’re crazy. (Laughter.)

Judging from the grammar structure of the question, the preznit’s base is obviously trying to make things easier for him by speaking to him in his own language.
via Editor and Publisher