Monday, May 31, 2004
Oh, now this is rich.
Despite my better judgment I've always liked Clarence Page. The long-time commentator and columnist with the Chicago Trib, though a true lib (as opposed to a mouth-breathing, Hate-America-First Lefty), nevertheless shows occasional insight. And he even gets it right from time to time.
But sometimes I think Mr. Page feels the inherent tension between the liberal views he espouses and the common sense he occasionally issues. And here's the part that disappointed me about his recent column speaking to Bill Cosby's hammer-blows at the NAACP's black-tie event remembering the Brown vs. Board of Education Supreme Court decision.
I'll leave it to you to find the text of what Mr. Cosby said, it really is worth a look, but my comment is about what Page did when confronted with the chasm between his agreement with Cosby and his reflexive liberalism.
First, here's the link: (free subscription required) http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/columnists/chi-0405230500may23,1,5765943.column?coll=chi-news-col
Now the quote that had me rolling my eyes (again):
Cosby's view, by contrast, offers a side of black life that seldom is seen on the news, a self-reliance liberalism. Right-wing ideologues pretend that self-reliance liberalism does not exist. But most successful African-Americans are intimately familiar with it. The message, as Cosby might say, is simple: Those of us who have made it need to help those who have not, but poor black folks need to "hold up their end in this deal," too.
Paaaleeezze. "Self-reliance liberalism"? Isn't that a little like sunshiny midnight?
Clarence is going to need some muscle ointment after a stretch like that.
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Despite my better judgment I've always liked Clarence Page. The long-time commentator and columnist with the Chicago Trib, though a true lib (as opposed to a mouth-breathing, Hate-America-First Lefty), nevertheless shows occasional insight. And he even gets it right from time to time.
But sometimes I think Mr. Page feels the inherent tension between the liberal views he espouses and the common sense he occasionally issues. And here's the part that disappointed me about his recent column speaking to Bill Cosby's hammer-blows at the NAACP's black-tie event remembering the Brown vs. Board of Education Supreme Court decision.
I'll leave it to you to find the text of what Mr. Cosby said, it really is worth a look, but my comment is about what Page did when confronted with the chasm between his agreement with Cosby and his reflexive liberalism.
First, here's the link: (free subscription required) http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/columnists/chi-0405230500may23,1,5765943.column?coll=chi-news-col
Now the quote that had me rolling my eyes (again):
Cosby's view, by contrast, offers a side of black life that seldom is seen on the news, a self-reliance liberalism. Right-wing ideologues pretend that self-reliance liberalism does not exist. But most successful African-Americans are intimately familiar with it. The message, as Cosby might say, is simple: Those of us who have made it need to help those who have not, but poor black folks need to "hold up their end in this deal," too.
Paaaleeezze. "Self-reliance liberalism"? Isn't that a little like sunshiny midnight?
Clarence is going to need some muscle ointment after a stretch like that.
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Tuesday, May 18, 2004
Ah, sorry about that last one. I think I was still pretty irritable.
I promise to do better soon. More think. Less scream.
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I promise to do better soon. More think. Less scream.
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Sunday, May 16, 2004
I apologize in advance for this.
I wrote the following immediately after I watched The Video. Judi and I sat in front of my computer monitor, after chasing the kids to the other end of the house (so the sound could be turned up enough to hear).
I edited the foul language, though the intent is clear.
This is a statement aimed at the enemy, and I would advise caution about reading it. It is not calm discourse, nor is it appropriate for children (there are ways to be obscene and offensive without cussing, after all), and if you are easily offended, or even hard to offend, you may not want to read it (AD I'm talking to you)
But it was my reaction, true and honest in all its incendiary bile. And it’s what I needed to say at the time, and I did, publicly. To somebody. It’s just a primal rage written as words.
3... You probably don’t want to read this.
2... It’s about as ugly as I get (though I’m learning new ways every day, it seems).
1... I warned you.
Allahu Akbar, F**kwipes
You f**kers. You fools. You don't know what you've done, do you. Don't you know that, unlike you barbaric, primitive, insect-grubbing pigs, our troops have easy access to the Internet. They'll be seeing your work. Your fine, fine work. And they will be reinvigorated.
And maybe when they, our troops, capture you, they won't merely put women's underwear on your head and take photographs of you. Oh no. We're beyond that now, don't you see.
Our men in the field are not the primping and preening dilatants you see on our TV shows, not the foppish metrosexuals too often in our politics. They are men, and they are my brothers.
And they will kill you.
I revel in the sight of a "mere" woman leading the likes of you around by a leash, having sex with real men in front of you, showing you your inadequacy, as if you didn't already know. Humiliating you.
One of our female soldiers laid on her back and was serial-f**ked by our men, much to her pleasure, right in front of the likes of you. And she laughed at you, you child. And the men laughed at you as well, piled up like corpses.
Jumped upon by a 26 year old former pizza-house manger. She's gone into the US Army, the reserves, and enjoyed toying with the likes of you. But found you only worthy to be jumped on by her. In full-blown contempt for everything you all are. Contempt for you, and your pathetic, knuckle-dragging goals.
Our girls beat you into the dust, you hapless cowards.
You're not even worth a f**king bullet.
You've slit the throats of stewardesses, thrown rocks at women buried up to their necks so they won't intimidate you anymore. You've sought to dominate your women because you fear them, fear that they laugh at your smallness and lack of sophistication, not to mention your performance in bed, with that miniscule equipment of yours.
Yes, I saw that female soldier laughing, too. And so did you.
Did that enrage you, little man? Ohhhh, I hope it did. Because, though I saw a Arab woman standing in front of her TV, watching the pictures of our "misdeeds," crying, I think I know what she was really feeling. I can just imagine it.
She was probably feeling: "Take that, you pathetic bastards!"
"A little people, a silly people. Greedy, barbarous and cruel."
I couldn't have said it better. Except to add: swine-f**king vermin.
Now, every time I see those pictures of what our errant soldiers did, I'll remember which cells of that prison they were in charge of. They were in charge of those two cell blocks that held the roadside-bombers, the rapists, the murderers. Those weren't pickpockets being paraded naked. Those were the terrorists.
And you know what? I laugh now when I see what your "pride" has brought you to.
We trampled your pathetic "army" in three weeks. And that was only after taking a three-day weather break. We probably had a few picnics while the vaunted "Republican Guard" divisions were climbing over themselves, and each other, to strip off their identifying uniforms to meld into the general population.
Did any of you wear burkas to avoid detection? Tsk tsk tsk. I'll bet you did!
You hate women. You hide behind women. You use pregnant women as shields, counting on our civility to protect you.
And you fear them. That's why you can't trust them to vote. To hold jobs. To walk in public without covering themselves. To f**k whomever they want. And it's that last that scares you the most because, given their choice, you know the first thing they'd do is find real men to have as lovers.
Men, oh, like Americans? Britons? Australians? Poles? Italians? Hmmmm? Men who don't fear them?
You think? Maybe?
Why keep them terrorized and subjugated otherwise? Unless you fear what choices they'd make on their own? Yes?
Fear. Fear and all-pervasive cowardice.
That's right: cowardice.
Why didn't you put a sword in Mr. Berg's hands and have him meet you man-to-man? Why didn't you do the same with Danny Pearl? But no. It took five of you to overcome a bound and helpless civilian. And one of you was the "greatest" Al-Qaeda leader in Iraq!
Cowards. Ghouls. Fiends. Pigs.
Your whole philosophy, your whole history stinks of wretched cowardice. It's all you really are.
As I understand it, the chief of the Knights Templar (that's right, f**kface, a real Crusader) made a challenge to your leader, bin-Ladin. The Knight challenged bin-Ladin to honorable, single combat. Man to man.
To my mind that was far too generous to bin-Ladin, he being no man at all, but a cowardly murderer of women and children. But, hey, that's the Knight's decision.
But your cowardly leader hasn't answered the call. He still runs, probably hefting his burka so as not to interfere with his running legs. Crawling knees? Whatever.
More cowardice. Is he afraid of a little Daisy Cutter or something? How's that cough?
(If the Knight is too much for you then try me. And I mean that. Lay down your challenge. Present yourself. Choose a weapon. I’m willing. Eager, even.
State it here. Let’s make plans. I’ll make my identity known to you at such time and place as necessary.)
Who am I to judge, though. Maybe your need to suppress your women comes from a need for privacy, so the women won't enter the tent at an untimely moment, witnessing you buggering each other... or the goat.
Party on, dudes. We'll be seeing you.
Count on it.
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I wrote the following immediately after I watched The Video. Judi and I sat in front of my computer monitor, after chasing the kids to the other end of the house (so the sound could be turned up enough to hear).
I edited the foul language, though the intent is clear.
This is a statement aimed at the enemy, and I would advise caution about reading it. It is not calm discourse, nor is it appropriate for children (there are ways to be obscene and offensive without cussing, after all), and if you are easily offended, or even hard to offend, you may not want to read it (AD I'm talking to you)
But it was my reaction, true and honest in all its incendiary bile. And it’s what I needed to say at the time, and I did, publicly. To somebody. It’s just a primal rage written as words.
3... You probably don’t want to read this.
2... It’s about as ugly as I get (though I’m learning new ways every day, it seems).
1... I warned you.
Allahu Akbar, F**kwipes
You f**kers. You fools. You don't know what you've done, do you. Don't you know that, unlike you barbaric, primitive, insect-grubbing pigs, our troops have easy access to the Internet. They'll be seeing your work. Your fine, fine work. And they will be reinvigorated.
And maybe when they, our troops, capture you, they won't merely put women's underwear on your head and take photographs of you. Oh no. We're beyond that now, don't you see.
Our men in the field are not the primping and preening dilatants you see on our TV shows, not the foppish metrosexuals too often in our politics. They are men, and they are my brothers.
And they will kill you.
I revel in the sight of a "mere" woman leading the likes of you around by a leash, having sex with real men in front of you, showing you your inadequacy, as if you didn't already know. Humiliating you.
One of our female soldiers laid on her back and was serial-f**ked by our men, much to her pleasure, right in front of the likes of you. And she laughed at you, you child. And the men laughed at you as well, piled up like corpses.
Jumped upon by a 26 year old former pizza-house manger. She's gone into the US Army, the reserves, and enjoyed toying with the likes of you. But found you only worthy to be jumped on by her. In full-blown contempt for everything you all are. Contempt for you, and your pathetic, knuckle-dragging goals.
Our girls beat you into the dust, you hapless cowards.
You're not even worth a f**king bullet.
You've slit the throats of stewardesses, thrown rocks at women buried up to their necks so they won't intimidate you anymore. You've sought to dominate your women because you fear them, fear that they laugh at your smallness and lack of sophistication, not to mention your performance in bed, with that miniscule equipment of yours.
Yes, I saw that female soldier laughing, too. And so did you.
Did that enrage you, little man? Ohhhh, I hope it did. Because, though I saw a Arab woman standing in front of her TV, watching the pictures of our "misdeeds," crying, I think I know what she was really feeling. I can just imagine it.
She was probably feeling: "Take that, you pathetic bastards!"
"A little people, a silly people. Greedy, barbarous and cruel."
I couldn't have said it better. Except to add: swine-f**king vermin.
Now, every time I see those pictures of what our errant soldiers did, I'll remember which cells of that prison they were in charge of. They were in charge of those two cell blocks that held the roadside-bombers, the rapists, the murderers. Those weren't pickpockets being paraded naked. Those were the terrorists.
And you know what? I laugh now when I see what your "pride" has brought you to.
We trampled your pathetic "army" in three weeks. And that was only after taking a three-day weather break. We probably had a few picnics while the vaunted "Republican Guard" divisions were climbing over themselves, and each other, to strip off their identifying uniforms to meld into the general population.
Did any of you wear burkas to avoid detection? Tsk tsk tsk. I'll bet you did!
You hate women. You hide behind women. You use pregnant women as shields, counting on our civility to protect you.
And you fear them. That's why you can't trust them to vote. To hold jobs. To walk in public without covering themselves. To f**k whomever they want. And it's that last that scares you the most because, given their choice, you know the first thing they'd do is find real men to have as lovers.
Men, oh, like Americans? Britons? Australians? Poles? Italians? Hmmmm? Men who don't fear them?
You think? Maybe?
Why keep them terrorized and subjugated otherwise? Unless you fear what choices they'd make on their own? Yes?
Fear. Fear and all-pervasive cowardice.
That's right: cowardice.
Why didn't you put a sword in Mr. Berg's hands and have him meet you man-to-man? Why didn't you do the same with Danny Pearl? But no. It took five of you to overcome a bound and helpless civilian. And one of you was the "greatest" Al-Qaeda leader in Iraq!
Cowards. Ghouls. Fiends. Pigs.
Your whole philosophy, your whole history stinks of wretched cowardice. It's all you really are.
As I understand it, the chief of the Knights Templar (that's right, f**kface, a real Crusader) made a challenge to your leader, bin-Ladin. The Knight challenged bin-Ladin to honorable, single combat. Man to man.
To my mind that was far too generous to bin-Ladin, he being no man at all, but a cowardly murderer of women and children. But, hey, that's the Knight's decision.
But your cowardly leader hasn't answered the call. He still runs, probably hefting his burka so as not to interfere with his running legs. Crawling knees? Whatever.
More cowardice. Is he afraid of a little Daisy Cutter or something? How's that cough?
(If the Knight is too much for you then try me. And I mean that. Lay down your challenge. Present yourself. Choose a weapon. I’m willing. Eager, even.
State it here. Let’s make plans. I’ll make my identity known to you at such time and place as necessary.)
Who am I to judge, though. Maybe your need to suppress your women comes from a need for privacy, so the women won't enter the tent at an untimely moment, witnessing you buggering each other... or the goat.
Party on, dudes. We'll be seeing you.
Count on it.
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