An Outbreak Of Togetherness

Aww, I do like a warm and fuzzy family reunion.

It’s great to see the blind become able to see. And it’s even nicer when it’s the crazy distant relative some of us wish we’d just kept locked in the basement all of this time.

The relative is reactionary US political pundit George Will, who’s being welcomed in from the howling outer darkness of the back yard into the slightly uncertain semi-tolerance of the scullery. Crazy George was initially banished for doing this kind of thing:

He gently acknowledged great disappointment in Ronald Reagan after learning that Reagan used debate notes stolen from Jimmy Carter as he prepped, with George Will’s help, for debating Carter. That actually soured his private agreement with Republicans quite a bit, even if it’s not common knowledge to the audience he reaches.

That sourness didn’t stop him colluding with the theft though did it? But no matter what the hypocrisy, there’s always redemption:

He has however, now come to his senses, and come to share the view of me, his equally-distant relative. That view being, of course, that Sarah Palin should, under no circumstances, be a nominee for Vice President of the United States.

Huzzah and harrumble, for such a touching reunion!

A Bit of A Cock-Up On The Existentialist Front

I’ve been thinking of changing my nom de blog for quite a while; it really is a bit of a cheek to be pontificating on the internet under a name of a nation you have no connection with other than besottedness with its wildlife.

It came about in 2003 as a joke in a comment thread at the late lamented News Blog, a riff on Bush’s long forgotten quip ‘You forgot Poland’ – because of course they also forgot Palau, which was also a member of the ‘coalition of the willing’. Somebody had to speak up for plucky Palau…and it stuck.

I’ve been fancing a change anyway, what with 7-ish year blog itch, and I’m open to suggestions as to a new monicker, but keep it clean please, and at least a little bit suitable. Something SFnal would be nice. (None of this of course has nothing at all to do with an address at ocianiatv.palaunet.com turning up in the blogstats and me being rumbled, oh no…)

I’m leaning towards ‘Marie Of Roumania’ but I feel it might also be open to charges of misappropriation, even though she is decidedly dead. It’s also a bit lengthy to keep typing and has probably already been used by 20,000 other middle-aged women who like Dorothy Parker.

Much easier would be ‘Pilau’, the tasty rice dish, which would have the advantage of needing only the substitution of another vowel to effect a total change in meaning.

But there’s also the blog’s title too; when we started, the word ‘progressive’ was by no means mainstream and the liberal blogosphere had yet to explode and go corporately massive. Until around 2005-6 we could still do a daily digest of the best of progressive and left writing online on the transatlantic web and yet still be reasonably comprehensive.

But not now: put ‘progressive political blogs’ into technorati and it brings back umpteen zillion results. To be still be calling ourselves ‘Progressive Gold’ now seems more than a tiny bit vainglorious.

Then again, that’s the name all our links and pagerankings are in. What to do? Discard a blog identity that no longer fits (IMHO, Martin may feel differently) and start all over again, or keep flogging something that no longer does what it says on the tin?

That Bank Bailout In Full

What’s going to happen to the markets after the bailout?

Courtesy of wingnut punditerati crush object and ageing girl prodigy Megan McCardle over at The Atlantic comes the answer:

“Well, they will go up. Or they will go down. Though it’s possible they might stay the same.”

Such prescience in one so young.

The Transaxle Of McCain’s Credibility

Some wingnuts are nuttier than others, and Roy Edroso profiles one of the wingnuttiest at Alicublog; meet Bill Whittle, the National Review Columnist, McCain spokesnutjob and futurologist. Edroso:

I frequently tell you folks that our opponents are totally insane, but rarely does one of them leave so egregious a pixel trail of his psychosis. That the National Review would avail such a crackpot for its purposes is of course no surprise at all.

Seriously, go read it. Whittle is, demonstrably, at the very least very eccentric indeed if his planned Randian utopia and verbose paranoid fantasies are any guide.

But doesn’t that make him the perfect McCain spokesperson?