The Huckster had a ploy to steal attention from the Democratic debate: he tweeted a racist joke during the event.
Thank you so much, Mr Huckabee, for so ably highlighting the difference between the two parties.
I watched the Democratic debate tonight, sort of. I wasn’t paying close attention, but here are my impressions, anyway, ranked in my order of preference.
5. Chaffee: why is this guy even here? Muddled and goofy.
4. Webb: Beetle-browed bellicose buffoon.
3. O’Malley: Meh. Not awful, not very interesting.
2. Clinton: The confident moderate. Will probably win. Don’t expect much change.
1. Sanders: The revolutionary. Would shake things up, if he had a cooperative congress…otherwise, nothin’.
Just send 5, 4, and 3 home — I can’t imagine them making a decent showing in a debate with the blustering clowns in the Republican party.
You probably have a different impression.
In South Carolina, a two-year-old found a gun in his car and shot his grandmother.
Bollinger noted that investigators had already determined that the child was not in a car seat at the time of the shooting, enabling him to reach the .357 that was hanging in a pouch on the back of the passenger seat.
“We’re still trying to figure out how the child pulled the trigger,” he said. “We’re encouraging folks as always, keep your weapons secured, especially around small children.”
I have to ask…why did this person need or want a deadly weapon hanging off of their car seat while they were running routine errands? Did it make them feel more safe than putting their child in a car seat, because that also seems irresponsible and dangerous?
Wait, though…what do we have to be happy about it? It’s hard to celebrate over 500 years of genocide.
You think Columbus couldn’t possibly be such a bad guy? He was the freakin’ worst.
I saw this silly comparison somewhere.
Radical Islamists are destroying irreplaceable artifacts that are thousands of years old. This is deplorable and disgraceful.
Those secular “radicals” are asking that we not regard a movie promo from 1956 — that’s right, most of these monuments were sent out to advertise a movie by Cecil B. DeMille — as appropriate civic displays, and are asking that they be removed from courthouses and moved to private places, like churches.
Where the congregation can more appropriately continue their worship of Cecil, capitalism, and the era they regard as the high water mark of American culture.
Unbelievable.
I never saw a body with bullet holes that was more devastating than taking the right to arm ourselves away.
But he has Rupert Murdoch’s support!
Ben and Candy Carson terrific. What about a real black President who can properly address the racial divide? And much else.
— Rupert Murdoch (@rupertmurdoch) October 8, 2015
Ben and Candy Carson terrific. What about a real black President who can properly address the racial divide? And much else.
What it takes to become rich and powerful: a complete absence of empathy and morality. We are ruled by psychopaths.
Isn’t bombing a hospital and dismissing it as collateral damage the kind of thing the bad guys would do?
The burial site for the victims of the Mountain Meadows massacre has been discovered. That massacre was one of the heinous crimes of the 19th century: the Mormons ambushed and slaughtered a wagon train passing through Utah, killing about 120 people, and taking away a few children under 8 years old. It was very Biblical. To add cowardice and racism to their crime, the Mormons also tried to pin the blame on Indians.
It’s odd to me how the weight of history can add resonance to a location, and how so many of us are oblivious to it.
Bassett said he’s surprised that the burial sites weren’t discovered before now because the Army records are very accurate. The burial site for the women and children is within sight of Utah Highway 18, he said.
“Truckers were driving by honking at me,” Bassett said. “The location where the women and children were massacred is right in the middle of the highway, to some extent.”
One down, one swarm of stupid to go. Scott Walker is no longer running for president, not that any of the other Republican candidates are better qualified. But I did like this summary of the Walker Experience.
The New York Times says Walker once was “seen as all but politically invincible,” which seems maybe a tad overstated in reference to a shrimpy, pallid, balding twerp with a face like mashed potatoes and the oratorical skills and personal charisma of a jellyfish. It’s true that he was regarded as something of a rising star of the right not so long ago, thanks to his proud and endless cruelty to and contempt for workers and vulnerable people. He all but killed Wisconsin’s public-sector unions with his “budget repair bill,” then pulled a hit on private-sector unions by signing a right-to-work law he’d denounced while campaigning; he needlessly turned away millions of dollars in federal food aid to his state’s poorest residents; he rammed through a (not-even-all-that-) crypto-racist voter ID law; he diverted state school funding from public schools that educate the poor to private ones that educate the wealthy; he tried to eliminate the weekend! This is how one becomes a darling of the right in the United States. Unfortunately for him, though, an elected official will never be as good an avatar for America’s hatred of the poor as a pure capitalist—if nothing else, settling for a governor’s salary implies less than total commitment to the cause—and so he found himself outflanked by both Donald Trump and Carly Fiorina (failed capitalists both!) on the only front he had.
Who’s next to go? I’m guessing it’ll be any of them that said God called them to run, because that old fart gets everything wrong.
Once upon a time, I watched a bit of a British television show called Black Mirror — it was, I was told, a series of scary stories about a dystopian near-future. The one episode I watched in full was about a politician forced by a terrorist to have sex with a pig, and most of it was reaction shots of this guy as he was contemplating the horror of this act. I started to watch a second episode, and it was something about another contrived scenario of public humiliation, and I lost interest. I came to the conclusion that where an American scary story might involve getting chased by zombies or giant spiders or something equally life-threatening, a British scary story was about finding oneself in an embarrassing situation that hurt one’s dignity.
Little did we all know, my assessment was accurate, and the show was written by a psychic. The latest news that seems to be consuming the British public is that…well, here’s the calmest description I’ve seen.
