Wednesday, October 17, 2012
The Presidential Town Hall Debate
Candy Crowley was a decent enough moderator; The Romney's bulldozer tried to run her over and she would have none of it; one funny tweet last night was "Candy clearly was a nanny for bratty, spoiled children. She's putting the smack down on @MittRomney." But her best moment was the stuff about the consulate in Libya. That questioner was clearly a The Romney plant.
In our embassies, marines have one duty - to destroy records if the embassy were to be overrun; they are there to protect the documents, not the staff. [ See Marine Security Guard "The primary mission of the MSG is to provide security, particularly the protection of classified information and equipment vital to the national security of the United States at American diplomatic posts. "] Consulates have no such collections of documents, ergo they have no marines guarding them. Obama clearly knew the name of the State department official but did not wish to implicate her - Christine Lamb - who had turned down the request for guards at dozens of consulates in the region, not just Benghazi.
I thought most of the questions were less than brilliant, but what does one expect of an undecided voter? These are, to some extent, the mouth-breathers, the intellectual carp, the lazy. Obviously there are exceptions. We saw a couple last night: the woman who asked The Romney what differentiated him from Bush, the young woman who asked about gender inequality in the workplace, the question about automatic weapons. These were great questions with telling responses.
How on earth did The Romney segue from AK47s to pregnancy? That was so bizarre, but not the weirdest The Romney moment in the debate. "Binders full of women" takes that prize. That was too silly for even Sean Hannity.
I think the press corp found it difficult to maintain its anti-Obama stance, but it will do its best to make the Villagers - as Krugman calls them - seem like seers, not bozos. The Post struggles to find good things to day about The Romney. I am sure "both sides were wrong" will emerge as their main argument. In the Times, Peter Baker is, for a change, a bit more realistic. Jeff Zeleny, also in the Times, is his usual hateful self. He needs to work for Fox full time instead of faking it at the NY Times. He reminds me of Elizabeth Bumiller - aka Bu"LLShit"miller - during Bush and Kerry. We will see the spin doctors emerge in the next week, trying to say The Romney actually won.
I admired the way Obama never let The Romney steal a march. Obama was funny, witty, and engaging. The Romney was bullying, intellectually sterile, and humorless. The Romney retreated to his talking points so often I wondered if Ms. Crowley would complain about his lack of responsiveness, and to her credit she did.
This was a clear victory for Obama, but the Villagers and their minions will try to turn this, just as they did with Gore's sighs - they never happened - Naomi Wolf's alleged 'brown tones' clothes advice to Gore - never happened - the Love Canal lies, the internet lies, the 'Love Story' lies.
The media is pro-Republican because they are getting paid $250k a year, and they are voting for their guy who will protect the 1%.
In the meantime, Obama whooped some serious ass, and the audience last night knew it.
Tuesday, July 03, 2012
A guest post by Chem Prof
Chem Prof wrote this; blame him for this shyte.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
David Firestone was unimpressed
"Mitt Romney looked a little shaken when he faced the cameras this morning to comment on the Supreme Court’s decision upholding the Affordable Care Act...
To start off by saying the court only found the law constitutional, and didn’t proclaim it a good law, was almost laughable...
Much of what he [Romney] said, and what he has said all along, is factually untrue.
-The law doesn’t add “trillions to our deficits and to our national debt.” It actually lowers the deficit, as the Congressional Budget Office has repeatedly noted.
-There is no evidence that it is keeping businesses from hiring.
-It won’t force 20 million Americans to lose their insurance – not just a made-up number but also a made-up concept.
-People who have insurance now will be able to keep it, as the president said today.
What it will do, and what Mr. Romney never mentions, is provide coverage for nearly 30 million Americans who lack it...
Mr. Romney was certainly correct in saying that “this is a time of choice for the American people,” but apparently he does not want it to be an informed choice."
Friday, May 18, 2012
Graduation music blues
I used to like Elgar's marches. In fact, I liked them quite a bit. Now I not only detest them, I dread them. Here is why.
Graduation is almost upon us and I shudder. I know I will hear "Pomp and Circumstance" quite a few times. It will be terrible. An electric organ, maybe a trumpet; probably not. Dreadful speakers blasting an over-amplified signal at the helpless faculty only a few yards away, louder than a siren, louder than a 747 at take-off, so loud that the trustees' false teeth and implanted knees rattle, louder than the sound of Armageddon so that the most distant rows of attendees will hear what is alleged to be a musical tradition. Pitches will wobble, tempi will vary like the appearance of buboes in the plague, rhythm will be dashed, ictus will be lost, terribly lost, and those cursed listeners will be bent under the weight of a horror that seems to have come from a banshee's wail, not a musical instrument.
Why is "Pomp and Circumstance" - actually, it is the first of the "Pomp and Circumstance Military Marches", Op. 39 - played every fucking year? Well, if you believe Wikipedia - a source cited repeatedly by 99.47% of our senior class - then it was that notorious pig-fucker Sanford who did it.
From the 1940's, of course we could get the entire audience to sing the forgotten verses of "This Land Is Your Land" ["In the squares of the city / In the shadow of a steeple / By the relief office, I'd seen my people. / As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking, / Is this land made for you and me?"]
From the 1950's, one would HAVE to choose "Get A Job", by The Silhouettes, mostly because of the compelling lyrics. ["Yip, yip, yip, yip / mum, mum, mum, mum / get a job"]
From the 1960's, how could one go wrong with Country Joe and the Fish's "I Feel Like I'm Fixin' to Die Rag", with lyrics that still resonate with contemporary meaning? ["Come on Wall Street, don't be slow / Why man, this is war au-go-go / There's plenty good money to be made / By supplying the Army with the tools of its trade,...]
From the 1970's, we could use Gil Scott Heron's "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised"; it would certainly stimulate serious political discussion! ["The revolution will not be televised / The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox / In 4 parts without commercial interruptions. / The revolution will not show you pictures of / Nixon blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams and / Spiro Agnew to eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary. / The revolution will not be televised."]
From the 1980's, I would be very tempted to use Bruce Springsteen's "Born in the U.S.A." [Down in the shadow of the penitentiary / Out by the gas fires of the refinery / I'm ten years burning down the road / Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go." I am torn between that and The Ramones "My Brain Is Hanging Upside Down (Bonzo Goes to Bitburg)", because of its explicit anti-Reaganism. ["Bonzo goes to bitburg then goes out for a cup of tea / As I watched it on TV somehow it really bothered me / Drank in all the bars in town for an extended foreign policy / Pick up the pieces / My brain is hanging upside down / I need something to slow me down"].
From the 1990's, Jack Off Jill's "Horrible" might inject the right amount of pessimism into the ceremony. ["Horrible / Now everything's horrible / Horrible"]
From the 2000's, Neil Young's "Let's Impeach the President" would stir an entire generation! ["Let's impeach the President for lying / And misleading our country into war / Abusing all the power that we gave him / And shipping all our money out the door"]
From the contemporary decade, there are fewer choices - this is a generational issue - but the film "Ted Is Real" does offer up "The Thunder Buddy Song" as a possibility. ["Fuck you, thunder! / You can suck my dick"]
As you see, the use of contemporary music would lay poor Elgar's soul to rest, provide ample basis for extended social discourse, and deliver a stirring and finely tuned message to the graduates. Let's ditch the pomp, find better circumstances, and save the classical music performances for a better audience.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Lucky us
3862 SE Hawthorne Blvd
Portland , OR 97214
(503) 206-8292
(http://luckystrikepdx.com/ )
Last Friday night, the gang went to Lucky Strike in search of delicious Chinese food. This was my second time, but the first for the rest of the group. The entrance, at the SW corner of SW 39th and Hawthorne, is not obvious; only a menu under glass indicates the presence of the restaurant. One of us was lost outside and had to be rescued. A good thing, too, because the evening turned out well.
My first time, I had been willing to try some more Americanized food on the menu. The less said about that, the better. This time, I was adamant about sticking to the more traditional menu. And we were in luck – our waiter was the young woman from Chengdu , so I got to chat with her in Mandarin a bit. Her accent sounded like someone from the South, but it became quite obvious she was Sichuan ; I had given a scientific lecture at the nuclear lab in 绵阳 (Miányáng), about 60 km NE of Chengdu; she knew the lab and had been there for a high school science fair!
Our dishes arrived promptly and were presented with a little flourish. We started out with 鍋貼 (guōtiē - potstickers). They were freshly made, with wrappers that were not too thick but still substantial, brimming with juicy morsels of pork, green onions, and white cabbage.
Our next dish was 四川涼麵 (Sìchuān liángmiàn - Sichuan cold noodle), noodles laced with a spicy sesame sauce. The level of heat was more than a couple of the group could take, but the rest thought it was quite exquisite. The cool creamy texture of the noodle was a great complement to the spice in the sauce.
We entered serious meat territory with our next dish, 土豆烧排骨 (tǔdòu shāo páigǔ - potato rib stew). This was so much like Beijing food I was as overcome by nostalgia as I was by the wonderful flavors of pork ribs, a little oil, and a thick sauce redolent of 五香粉 (wǔxiāngfěn - five spice powder, a mixture of star anise, cloves, cinnamon, 花椒(huājiāo - Sichuan pepper), and ground fennel). We all sucked the pieces of rib off the bone, getting every last morsel of sauce.
Our last dish was 尖椒肥肠 (jiānjiāo féicháng - spicy pig's large intestine), pieces of stewed meat buried under a mountain of three different kinds of red peppers. This was as hot as anything I had in Beijing , and approached the level of heat I had tasted in Chengdu , but to taste it here in this country made my heart ache for China . My first approach to the dish almost took my breath away. I was the only one of our party to try it, and it was magnificent – it was hot, even overwhelmingly hot, but a complex mix of peppers and spices underneath gave this dish its appeal. I think I ate half of it before reaching the boiling point.
Eating very spicy food has health benefits – including a reduction in blood pressure (capsaicin is a vaso-dilator). A lesser known effect is the overwhelming sense of well-being one gets from the rush of endorphins produced, similar to runner's high. Twenty minutes after our food arrived, we were all euphoric. By the end of the meal, we were delighted and stuffed; somehow almost two hours had slipped away. We will be going back. There is more to explore. And I was delighted to exchange pleasantries in Mandarin with our waiter.
Excellent food, excellent service, and a pleasant atmosphere. 很好吃 (hěn hǎochī - delicious to eat)!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Saturday, July 26, 2008
We've Moved!
I've taken the liberty of relocating things over to a much cooler server. The Onymous Guy 2.0 can be found here.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
McCain advisor: "We're fucked."
Maliki’s game-changer; GOP says, ‘We’re f**ked’Is there any VP candidate who will make Iraq go away? I don't think so.
Posted July 20th, 2008 at 8:30 am
By any reasonable measure, the debate over U.S. policy towards Iraq changed in a fundamental way yesterday. Just as importantly, the presidential campaign has experienced a game-changing moment, from which John McCain may struggle to recover...
Josh Marshall explained, “Maliki has now handed Obama the trump card of all trump cards with which to parry all of McCain’s attacks.”
Or, as a prominent Republican strategist who occasionally provides advice to the McCain campaign told the Atlantic’s Marc Ambinder, “We’re fucked."
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Una perla anzi porci


I love the author's words: "No reputable college or university will teach the “strengths and weaknesses” of atomic theory or the theory of gravity."
Again: "No reputable college or university will teach the “strengths and weaknesses” of atomic theory or the theory of gravity."
Again: "No reputable college or university will teach the “strengths and weaknesses” of atomic theory or the theory of gravity."
I am ashamed to say that I am affiliated with an institution at which "the “strengths and weaknesses of scientific theory" was part of the general education science requirement, until the most recent revision of the curriculum.
What made this situation even more unbearable is that the institution regarded itself as relatively enlightened.
Compared to what? The Inquisition?
I wish that there were members of the faculty outside of our science division who were as vocal as
DECEMBER 14, 2007:Point Austin: God Knows
Mitt Romney, Christine Comer, and the political uses of religion
BY MICHAEL KING
Today's homily might as well begin with a borrowing from the Rev. Mitt Romney, who recently visited Texas to explain to us the relationship between religious belief and political freedom. "Freedom requires religion just as religion requires freedom," Romney pronounced. "Freedom opens the windows of the soul so that man can discover his most profound beliefs and commune with God. Freedom and religion endure together or perish alone." ...
Pray for Freedom
There is plenty of corollary foolishness. New SBOE Chair Don McLeroy, a Bryan dentist and an amiable boob in the pure-dee Texas tradition, is an avowed creationist who has adopted the new intelligent-design lingo and says all he wants for the schools is to teach the "strengths and weaknesses" of scientific theory – the latest cant, echoed by his creationist brethren on the board. He also insisted last week that TEA employees "can say what they want. They have freedom of speech." McLeroy apparently hasn't communicated that elementary constitutional principle to staffers at the agency, who explicitly cower in fear that anything they say that violates the science/anti-science "neutrality" doctrine will result in their sharing the fate of Christine Comer. They may be timorous, but they're not stupid.
There you have it: the current state of intellectual and political freedom in Texas, where a small group of fundamentalist fanatics drives public education policy, and an utterly cynical governor – who this week endorsed the brazenly unfundamentalist Rudy Giuliani for president because he's "electable" – panders to the worst sort of religious fanaticism (emphasis mine - OG) as a working principle of governance. Yet the Rev. Romney solemnly declares, "Freedom requires religion just as religion requires freedom."
I'm perfectly aware that religious faith can form the ground of community engagement and social activism. But in this time and in this place, religious sentiment is most often used as an ideological bludgeon to enforce conformity and obedience to authority. So it is that Mitt the Mormon journeys to Texas and pleads, "I'm just like everybody else," and Christine Comer and her colleagues receive a rather different sacred message: "Do as your told, if you know what's good for you."
If this is religion, I'll choose freedom from it, every single time.
See the TEA's justification for terminating Christine Comer, and Comer's resignation letter .
Send your prayers, curses, and news tips to mking@austinchronicle.com.
I will drink a toast to you tonight, Michael King.
A fine Irish joke it is indeed
This old but fyne bit of Irish humor comes from a colleague.John O’Reilly hoisted his beer and said, “Here’s to spending the rest of me life, between the legs of me wife!”
That won him the top prize at the pub for the best toast of the night.
He went home and told his wife, Mary, “I won the prize for the Best toast of the night”.
She said, “Aye, did ye now. And what was your toast?”
John said, "Here’s to spending the rest of me life, sitting in church beside me wife.”
“Oh, that is very nice indeed, John!” Mary said.
The next day, Mary ran into one of John’s drinking buddies on the street corner. The man chuckled leeringly and said, “John won the prize the other night at the pub with a toast about you, Mary.”
She said, “Aye, he told me, and I was a bit surprised myself. You know, he’s only been there twice in the last four years. Once he fell asleep and the other time I had to pull him by the ears to make him come.”
Ah, you're full of shyte!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
More Tales from Academia
InsideHigherEd reports todayJune 11Postscript: Kevin Drum mentions Cargol in his Quote Of The Day in The Washington Monthly
Not Our Best and Brightest?
The missteps in Iraq are well documented by now.
Library shelves could be lined with books that criticize the poorly constructed endgame, the insufficient troop levels and the disbanding of the Iraqi military. There have, however, been glimmers of promise that have gotten a share of ink as well. Among those success stories is the American University of Iraq, a Western-style institution in the war-torn country’s northern region that promises to “lead the transformation of Iraq into a liberal and democratic society.”The university’s lofty aspirations, as espoused on its Web site, make the selection of its first chancellor all the more puzzling. Owen Cargol, who took the helm at AU-Iraq in 2007 and resigned in late April of this year, had a checkered past that could have been revealed to university organizers with a simple Google search. The sexual harassment scandal that brought down Cargol at Northern Arizona University in 2001 was well publicized, in all of its explicit detail, but apparently never came to the attention of the U.S. officials who trusted Cargol to help reshape the Middle East.
...Cargol’s 2001 resignation stemmed from allegations made by a Northern Arizona employee who alleged that Cargol, while naked in a locker room, grabbed the employee’s genitals, the Arizona Republic reported. In a subsequent e-mail to the employee, Cargol described himself as “a rub-your-belly, grab-your-balls, give-you-a-hug, slap-your-back, pull-your-dick, squeeze-your-hand, cheek-your-face, and pat-your-thigh kind of guy.”
Uh huh. You'll be unsurprised to know that Cargol was considered an ideal choice by the Coalition Provisional Authority to become the first chancellor of the American University of Iraq last year. Via Henry Farrell.Well, as I have written elsewhere, "shit shit shit shit shit."
Shit shit shit shit shit!
Is "Shit shit shit shit shit!" a grammatially correct sentence?Krugman's blog referred today ("Post Post post post post") to
a grammatical but incomprehensible sentence:The wiki entry is amusing. So what about "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck"?
Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.
Thanks to the web, you can easily learn both the explanation and the history.
IMNSHO, "Shit shit shit shit shit!" is a grammatially correct sentence, but "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" cannot be. We can discuss this at beer:30!
Here is a good image for "Shit shit shit shit shit!" ( plenty more of these here) .
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Please stop it! I'm gagging.
I have a new name for this particular sphincter muscle: Antonin Smegma.




