
As is my wont, I was larking through the Free Republic message boards recently, when I came across the following clip from "satirical" Israeli outfit LatmaTV. They are making fun of how politically correct America has been in the wake of the Fort Hood shooting. Haha. Yes, of course, POLITICALLY CORRECT. Anyway, the clip is painfully unfunny, but worth watching (at the bottom of this post) in a schadenfreude/SNL kind of way. But the real gem here was actually laying in wait for me in the accompanying Freeper thread... check it out after the jump, along with my semiotic breakdown, IF YOU DARE.

Look, I know that everyone is an asshole and thinks they aren't, but I've always thought that car people were the most guilty of this particular self-deception. So please, if you're reading this and you're ever biking through Williamsburg, remember that there are multiple streets with multiple bike lanes going in all kinds of crazy directions... including, I am sure, the direction you are going. So for your own safety, take them.
Also, I AM OLD AND CRANKY. Also.

"Gee, it sure seems, sometimes, like the Congressional opposition to healthcare reforms is offering disingenuous, intellectually invalid boilerplate as justification for defending the market share of the few companies that benefit disproportionately under the current status quo."
"In the official record of the historic House debate on overhauling health care, the speeches of many lawmakers... were ghostwritten, in whole or in part, by Washington lobbyists working for Genentech, one of the world’s largest biotechnology companies."
Honestly, politics in this country is so infuriating, if it wasn't for my innate sense of moral superiority sometimes I think I'd go insane.

Yes, it's true, the McDonald's at Guantanamo is now looking for a manager—and don't worry, you won't need security clearance, just a U.S. passport. The best part is that apparently guards will occasionally use Big Macs to coerce info from prisoners (not sure if they're used as bribes or threats... ZING!). The second best part? The job is listed at McVirginia.com, which, awesome.
And don't forget, no shirt, no shoes, no sensory deprivation hood, no service.
This is it, I promise, my last Armistice Day Remembrance Day Veterans Day-related post of the day. This would be The Pogues doing Eric Bogle's wonderful anti-war anthem, "The Band Played Waltzing Matilda." (Don't worry, Shane MacGowan actually sings on this one.)
In Canada, we call it Remembrance Day, and school kids get herded into auditoriums across the country for bizarre Max Fischeresque reenactments of the Battle of the Somme. It's weird, but I kind of miss it. You see, we're lucky insofar as we don't really have any recent "mistake" wars to worry about, so we can get all "Greatest Generation/Hitler Was Evil/let's fetishize war in a morally unambiguous way!" And it gets us out of chemistry is kind of moving. Obviously, things aren't so simple here in the land of two current wars and a recent generationally devasting bad war, as can be seen in this new PSA from the Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America. It kind of gives me the creeps (particularly the part where the one guy is using a PC in a coffee shop), but mainly it's just sad to think about.

After all, some 30 states have rejected gay marriage, including California. This is a national issue. (Ten years ago, in a vote I remember very well, Maine voters upheld another Question 1, overturning a gay rights measure. Progress.) Blogging at the Atlantic, Ta-Nehisi Coates thinks out loud:
The obvious parallel is civil rights. It's quite clear to me that Jim Crow in the South could not have been struck down by a majority vote...
That's a pretty fair point: the will of the majority has, historically, lagged behind the needs of the minority. Today, we are all Mutant Inbred Hicks.

Yesterday, the bill was repealed in a referendum (as gay rights measures always were in Maine when I was growing up). Lots of out-of-state money got out the vote from rural conservatives, it would seem. Maine voters did, however, vote to expand the medical marijuana law (libertarianism, except when it's trumped by bigotry!).
Well, fuck you, you mutant inbred hicks. I hope you all drive your snowmobiles while stoned, and crash and die horribly.
Here at The L Magazine we welcome the opportunity to surrender all civic responsibility to the richest man in town for four more years.
After spending $90 of his own money, Bloomberg beat Bill Thompson by just 50,000 votes, in an election with historically low turnout. Essentially, many of the people who voted for him did so because they didn't think there was anything better out there, and many of the people who didn't vote at all didn't vote because they didn't think there was a point.
You'll recall that Queens and Brooklyn Congressman Anthony Weiner was widely tipped for a mayoral run earlier this year, before bowing out rather than lose a nationally covered race to Bloomberg's vast electoral machine; its media operation had also used their muscle to put the fear of god into him, feeding unflattering stories to the Post).
Except that it's fairly clear, this morning, that a high-profile Democrat, with good national connections, running a vigorous campaign, would have beaten Bloomberg (Weiner would have even siphoned off some of the white and Jewish vote). Hell, even if he had run and lost, we still would have gotten to feel like we had a choice, that whoever won the Democratic primary wasn't just Not Bloomberg.
Anthony Weiner, sir, you are a coward, and should be mocked by the fellow members of your stupid hockey team.

A vote for Reverend Billy might be a protest vote, but that's the point here, to protest. A vote for Billy is to protest Bloomberg's arrogance in seeking a third term; a vote for Billy is to protest the pusillanimous state and city Democrats more concerned with hanging onto power than advocating on behalf of their constituents; a vote for Billy is to protest a New York slowly losing the very thing that has always made it a truly great city, its neighborhoods.
Also, if you haven't yet, read Henry Stewart's great profile of the Rev, here.

Call me dangerously naive, but I think a purging of moderates (god, that phrase has such a... I don't know... Cambodian ring to it) from the Republican Party would be good for America, insofar as would isolate all the extremists in one place, THE BETTER TO SEE THEM. Is that crazy?


They’ve injected real substance into their races, and they’ve given voters a much more interesting choice than they would have otherwise enjoyed.It’s a shame that this doesn’t happen more often. Gerrymandered districts, the power of incumbency and our tendency to self-segregate along ideological lines all help make American elections uncompetitive. But so does the absence of third-party entrepreneurship.
Ignoring for a minute Douthat's dubious attempts to spin the NY-23 race as anything other than wingnuts holding the GOP hostage some more, for fun, this is a seemingly reasonable column making a point with which we can all agree, about voter choice, local issues and interests, and political diversity. It's an agreeable, rational, seemingly nonideological argument—which is exactly what makes it so insidious.
If you haven't seen Alex Pareene's great anti-Bloomberg un-dorsement over at Gawker, read it now.
You know those idiots who don't know anything about politics but think it sounds smart to say "I am a social liberal and an economic conservative?" Bloomberg is the candidate for them, if they love a liberal nanny state and a conservative religious fervor for the eternal goodness of private enterprise.
Unlike Pareene, though, we think you should definitely vote for Reverend Billy.
Machetero, which screens this Thursday, Oct. 29 at the New York International Independent Film and Video Festival, is a film whose guerrilla production matches both the film's visual aesthetic and its narrative. It tells two stories concurrently: one in which imprisoned revolutionary Pedro Taino (Not4Prophet) is interviewed by a journalist (Jarmush regular Isaach De Bankolé, pictured), and the other about the political awakening of a young man (Kelvin Fernandez) on the streets of New York. As directed and written by Vagabond, Machetero's radical politics extend to the film's non-linear narrative, and its use of on-screen titles, foregrounding the revolutionary literature passed amongst the characters, as well as lyrics from the soundtrack by the NYC-based band Ricanstruction (of which Not4Prophet is the lead singer). Recently, I spoke to Vagabond about the film's intersections of art and politics.

Our Republic stands upon a precipice. Within a very short time we will either restore Constitutional Order or our nation—at least as we know it—will cease to exist.
One could almost believe that the agonies the nation now suffers are the outcomes of deliberate plans crafted by those who wish to destroy our Republic and founding Principles.
The truth, however is that these problems cannot be fixed through the representative electoral process.
If revolution comes to our shores, it will be unique in history. In stead of fighting to create a new constitution, for the first time a people will fight to restore one.

"This happens sometimes in totalitarian regimes. Of some incidental interest, perhaps, is the nature of the book they banned. It consists of op-eds written for The New York Times syndicate and distributed by them. The subversive rot must run very deep.''
Zing! The most popular books from the Gitmo Library? Harry Potter.
(The Miami Herald has a swell guide to what can and can't be in the library, here.)

anus (n.)
the opening at the end of the alimentary canal through which solid waste matter leaves the body.
ORIGIN late Middle English : from Latin, originally ‘a ring.’
Governor Paterson (hey, he's still governor?) has signed a bill that brings the laws governing aggravated sexual abuse into line with those governing criminal sexual abuse. The former used the word "rectum" when discussing penetration with "foreign objects," while the latter had changed it to "anus." Both now read "anus."
"In order to prove the commission of the crime of aggravated sexual abuse, victims, including child victims, have had to give detailed testimony in court as to the depth of penetration; the rectum being more internal. This was not the intent of the law," the bill reads. "Cases have been dismissed and defendants have been found innocent because prosecutors have not been able to prove that a foreign object or finger was inserted, for other than a valid medical purpose, into the rectum because the anus is the place of insertion. By adding the word 'anus' to the statute, the statute will operate as it was intended."
This is obviously a very serious issue—and shouldn't be made the butt of any jokes.

According to vile, manipulative propagandist Republican pollster Frank Luntz, “No one knows how to win better than Roger."
So, is America ready for its own, sexless version of Silvio Berlusconi? Umm, YEAH.

Going Rogue is already an online bestseller, but there is a silver lining: Tina Fey gave us hope in a recent interview with Harper’s Bazaar that she might be back at SNL in her Emmy-winning role now that Palin is back in the spotlight. (No word yet on when we can expect Fey’s book on the shelves.)