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Well, That About Wraps It Up For Google’s Geek Appeal Then.

“Google, one of the fastest-growing companies in Silicon Valley, is ramping up its political clout in Washington, D.C., while taking a series of steps to court Republicans,” report Tory Newmyer and Paul Kane for Roll Call. “The company is filing paperwork today to open its first-ever political action committee, and later this month, it will make an endangered GOP incumbent the beneficiary of its first-ever Washington fundraiser.”

“The search-engine giant this month also deepened its ties to Republicans by inking a deal with former GOP Sens. Dan Coats (Ind.) and Connie Mack (Fla.) to lobby on its behalf,”

Whole story

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Bush’s Bin Laden Policy In Full.

“One hundred thousand troops there in Pakistan is not the answer. It’s someone saying ‘Guess what’ and then the kinetic action begins”

Er…. that’s it. Yes, really. Right out of the Chauncey Gardner Big Book Of Foreign Policy. Scary, isn’t it.

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And the (admittedly late, so sue me) post 9/11 roundup prize for best summation of the US reaction to the anniversary goes to TBogg, for the post-title “Operation Self Congratulatory Vicarious Sorrow Wallow”. Quite.

US Air Force chief says high-tech microwave weapons should be tested on US citizens

“If we’re not willing to use it here against our fellow citizens, then we should not be willing to use it in a wartime situation. (Because) if I hit somebody with a nonlethal weapon and they claim that it injured them in a way that was not intended, I think that I would be vilified in the world press.”

Er…. I think you’d be vilified anyway.

Wannabe anticapitalist media star gets taken down a peg or two: and then taken down a few more in the comments. What a self-seeking hypocritical tosser.

National Trust teams up with rightwing US think-tank. I wonder how the Americans’d feel if Churchill’s grandaughter started ordering the National Park Service around?

Condi’s not gay? Say it ain’t so!

The BBC says they didn’t know about the right-wingers behind the ABC 9/11 show. Bollocks. That’s flat-out ridiculous. It was all over the internets for a whole week beforehand. Negligent, not ignorant.

Sleb news: Millionaire hillbilly Flower of Southern womanhood pops another sprog.
I wonder her lower spine hasn’t snapped yet, given the birthing position. A lifetime of Deep Heat and waddling painfully awaits.

Girls Gone Wild asshole gets court comeuppance, $2.1 million dollars in fines for exploiting minors and failing to label video appropriately.

More macaca: racist US senate candidate George Felix Allen desperately scrambles to save face and votes by holding an ‘ethnic rally’. You couldn’t make it up.

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The Long War

I’m not a phobic person generally. My only irrational fear (as opposed to such rational fears like of cancer or car-crashes) is of spiders.

I really do get the screaming abdabs, having had a couple of nasty experiences with large wolf spiders as a child, such as pulling the duvet back to get into bed and finding a coffee-saucer-sized specimen on my pillow, then feeling something in the bed, crawling slowly and inexorably, higher and higher, up my inner leg…. Arrgh!

I’m generally pretty stoic but that was the only time I was genuinely, shriekingly hysterical. I once found myself alone in the house on a hot and humid night in Georgia with an achingly full bladder and a possibly poisonous, dinnerplate-sized spider between me and the bathroom. Luckily I also had an air rifle. No spider, no problem.

It’s war, a long war, an assymetric war. Spiders hate me and they always have. If there’s a spider within 100 yards radius it will somehow magically appear above my head on the ceiling or horror of horrors (as one arachnojihadi did a couple of nights ago) run across my hands on the keyboard.

The scream could’ve beeen heard for miles had I not been too petrified to make a sound. I just turned and fled to bed, leaving the post unfinished. The spider’s still here somewhere. It’s lurking, waiting for any lapse in my vigilance. Then it’ll pounce.

Now it’s turning autumn it’s only to be expected that more spiders will come indoors, but it does seem that there’re many more of the bloody things than usual – and they’re quite aggressive. They come in waves, 3 or 4 at a time, spinning suicidally towards a crushing book or shoe. I hate to kill them, really i do, but if I pick them up and put them elsewhere they might get on me. No. Nope, that’s not happening.

The sharp rise in arthropod terrorist activity isn’t just my paranoid imagination :

Our houses are crawling with them, our gardens are festooned with their webs and we have got the creeps. A series of mild winters, a wet spring and a fine summer means that arachnids are with us in unusually great numbers. “They’ve made hay while the sun shone,” confirms Stuart Hine, manager of insect (and arachnid) information at the Natural History Museum.

Across the country, numbers are up. Garden spiders have flourished this year, while sightings of the spectacular wasp spider – which arrived from Europe in the 1950s – are double that of 12 months ago.

The multi-legged freedom-haters are finally enacting their evil plan.They’re bringing in the heavy infantry too. Well, we can’t say we weren’t warned.

Bill Bailey (mp3 here) :

“We must stop the destruction of the planet,
We need trees not fac-trees,
Otherwise the creatures of this earth will take back what is rightfully theirs,

You know of whom I speak,
They are listening,
They have ears,
Some of them have ears on their knees.
They will rise up and reclaim this world

They will take us and they?ll make us
Human slaves in an insect nation Arr-arrrr-arruuaarrrr!…

It’s not just the spiders. With the past couple of days’ sudden warmth after so much rain, there’s been another mass hatch of mosquitoes. Normally I’d go round the bedroom last thing at night with bug spray, asassinating the little whining, biting bastards, then I’d slather myself with repellent, But I got complacent and forgot – with the result that the only bits not under the duvet, my hands and face, are swollen and itchy with massive bites. I look hideous.

I see those little eco-terroristic spiders’ change in tactics, don’t think I don’t. Now they’re trying to soften me up with close air support. Well, it won’t work. I will be determined, hyper-alert and poised to repel the coming attack – for attack they will. Have no doubt. They are suiciders and they hate my freedom. This is nothing less than than a war for civilisation, a long war, a war that’ll define the rest of the 21st century.

The spiders, are not insects,
but in a war they will side with the insects.
Traitors, traitors, spider traitors,
they’ll betray us, and they’ll make us…

human slaves, in an insect nation!

Arr-arrrr-arruuaarrrr!

More…

Spider photo from Michel Vuijlsteke’s Tuinsafari

Read more: Environment, Global Warming, Europe, Wildlife, Spiders, Arachnids, Arachnophobia, Arthropods, Insects, UK Comedians, Bill Bailey, War on Terror

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“Pretentious? Moi?”

Obligatory disclaimer: I have actually met Ezra Klein, and he’s a sweetie. Intelligent, likeable, witty, no apparent meannesses or temper, knows his subject. But very young. Being as old as I am and the parent of two sons of similar age I feel quite maternal towards his fresh-faced boyishness.

But sometimes young men get altogether too pleased with themselves.

I know that Lee Seigel (of Sockpuppet fame) very publicly had a go at Ezra recently about pretentiousness, suckuppery and neologisms and although Seigel was childishly offensive, there was a tiny kernel of truth to it and it must’ve stung. So I’m loth to rub salt into the wound.

But I read this recent paragraph of Ezra’s and immediately wanted to give him a clip round the ear and tell him to come off it. I expect I won’t be alone in that after you read it too, especially if, like me, you’re of a certain age.

In DC, I run with a community of writers, political thinkers, and sundry other intellectual types. The circle is large, sprawling, and relatively incestuous: We go to each other’s parties, attend each other’s events, go to each other’s happy hours, etc and so on. What that means is that there are an awful lot of Evites floating around at any given time. This one to a barbecue, that one to a birthday, the third to a going away bash. And because a heavy portion of this crowd is comprised of professional prose stylists, there’s ever-increasing pressure to make the invites funnier, the responses, wittier. It was rather fun at the beginning, but now the pressure is too intense, with each successive invitation demanding sharper wit and more innovative approaches. The meta comments (“Enthusiastic response!”) have been tapped out, the dark humor analogies to foreign conflicts largely used up. I’ve taken to visiting wikipedia and pegging my invitations to some absurd anniversary or holiday falling on the date (my last party fell on international pi day — 7/22). It’s exhausting stuff.

Such ennui, such weltschmertz, in in one so young! Oh I know, it’s so draining being the witty young literary man about town – the whole scene sounds positively Bloomsburyian, my dear. The pressure must be tremendous.

It’s just so hard being a man of letters. I don’t know how he copes without fainting from sheer fatigue. If I were able I’d prescribe a couple of days at a spa, or even better, 6 months manning a checkout at an Asda in Swindon. That would cure those Algonquian grandiose delusions. But this is the best I can do.

I thought I was Dorothy Parker when I was 25, but I grew out of it.

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