The negative comment hread to Jack Straw’s stunningly mendacious article on New Labour as the party of liberty is at 374 and rising.
War on Terror
Set Incoherent Outrage Meter To Stun
Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay, courtesy Moby in Sadly No’s comments.
This really is a forthcoming movie. I can’t begin to articulate my what, rage? Sickness? No, neither are quite it. That someone in Hollywood apparently thinks routine torture and injustice are are just a normal hazard of life to make comedy (and a buck) out of speaks volumes to me about just how far down the rabbithole we’ve gone.
What kind of bizarro world are we in when scriptwriters see torture as normal?
From that limited clip that movie doesn’t look much like satire to me; it looks like a moviie whose makers, far from recoiling from torture, are revelling in their government’s criminality, treating crimes against humanity as just another saleable commodity to yuk it up over and market. No doubt they’d say if challenged that they are telling necessary truths through the medium of comedy.and that even mentioning Guantanamo Bay and US torture in a mainstream movie is transgressional and satirical in itself.
I’d say bollocks to that.
The creators of this movie – who surely know their intended audience down to the tiniest demographic – have shown their deep and abiding cynicism by adding gratuitously large amounts of and tits and ass. Oh and pussy too, just to make assurance doubly sure that it sells.
They’ll make milions, how can they fail? Harold and Kumar Gitmo has everything to appeal to the nihilistic, materialistic and disaffected young – torture, cheap anal rape jokes, tits and ass, torture, cheap dick jokes, more torture and plenty of drug references so mviegoers can turn and look at each other with a complicit smile and go heh, yeah, cool.
The whole movie’s an aknowledgement that OK, our government are torturing murdering bastards, but so effing what? Eat cockmeat suckers! Who could ask for more? It’s the perfect movie. Pass the popcorn, whoop, whoop! Go Hollywood, Go, go USA!
Is There Video?
Romania has several of its own Mark Thomases, it seems
Journalists in Al Qaeda Airlines hoax
Two journalists walked into a Romanian airport wearing Al Qaeda Airline uniforms and put fake bombs on planes.
An investigation has been launched after the pair entered Baneasa Airport in Bucharest dressed in hats and overalls marked “Al Qaeda Airlines”.
Alexandru Cautis and Catalin Prisacaru, from the Academia Catavencu newspaper, drove into a supposedly secure staff car park unchallenged.
They put fake bombs on passenger planes before going to a section of the airport which is used by the military.
They walked around a Hercules plane being prepared for take-off before leaving, again unchecked by anyone.
They said: “We heard from people who used this airport that the security is very lax and wanted to prove it. We could have had a bazooka in our car and as much dynamite as we wanted.”
The transport ministry has now started an investigation.
Yes, I should think they have.
Comment of the Day II
At Digby, again – this time on the news that a prisoner at Gitmo had attempted suicide by cutting his throat with his fingernail:
Clearly if those terrorists are going to weaponize their fingernails, its our obligation to use a rusty pair of pliers to rip them out to ensure the safety of the Homeland.
Its not torture, its for the Greater Good.
Freewheelin’ Freddie | 12.05.07 – 6:49 pm | #
Life During Wartime
Oh, pity the poor Washington insiders – the poor loves, how they suffer:
Tightening the Beltway, the Elite Shop Costco
[…]
Entertaining in Washington has gone decidedly casual. No one has stepped in to duplicate Pamela Harriman’s or Katharine Graham’s elegant soirees, and the Iranian Embassy, which once served free-flowing Champagne and caviar, is long shuttered. “There used to be so many black-tie dinners at private homes,” said Buffy Cafritz, an honorary Kennedy Center trustee who also is known in Washington hostess circles. “Now everything is so much more informal, and we serve meatloaf instead of beef Wellington.”
[…]
Against the backdrop of an unpopular war, rising oil prices and a subprime mortgage crisis, a certain thriftiness seems to have crept into the city’s dining rooms.
“I don’t think anyone would dare serve caviar as a first course today, and instead of filet mignon, there are a lot of other beef dishes,” said Letitia Baldrige, the etiquette writer who was Jacqueline Kennedy’s social secretary. “Embassies don’t have the pocketbooks they used to. And to have these opulent menus for these parties here, it looks bad.”
In that sense, catering by Costco is a style statement, like drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon beer.
The Washington Post, reporting without any apparent irony on the new trend for multimillionaire DC insiders – shopping at big box stores, in the hope of not finding themselves up against a strictly metaphorical Georgetown wall should the strictly metaphorical revolution come.
No doubt the grandees are sniffing the revolutionary ire of the betrayed middle and working classes on the wind, hence their ostentatious poormouthing of themselves. It’s highly amusing that the article is illustrated with a picture of former arriviste media party girl turned DC social grande dame Sally Quinn, wife of former post editor Ben Bradlee, hardly one of the new poor.