Oh Well, That’s All Right, Then.

McCain makes haste to show he’s still just an ordinary bloated plutocrat American, despite not knowing exactly how many houses he owns – spokesperson Brian Rogers, irate that his septuagenarian hero may have been dreadfully misrepresented as an overprivileged, forgetful old man:

“The reality is they have some investment properties and stuff. It’s not as if he lives in ten houses. That’s just not the case,” Rogers said. “The reality is they have four that actually could be considered houses they could use.”

Comment of the Day: cautionary “global warning denialism rots the brain” edition

Via Millard Fillmore’s Bathtub comes the sad example of Jennifer Marohasy, who doesn’t believe in global warming but still feels qualified to talk about science:

I have become curious about something. The core of the Earth is alleged to be molten. It’s also a fact that the deeper you dig into the Earth, the warmer it gets. Where is that heat coming from… surely not from the Sun. What’s the possibility that the Earth generates some of it’s own heat from geothermal processes?

Oy gevalt.

New Cold War ™ happy fun time with Marko and Denis

The disasters that have been Iraq and Afghanistan had sort of silenced all the humanitarian interventionists, decent leftists, war liberals and all the other surviving members of the “let you and him fight international brigage these past two years or so, but boy did the War for South Ossetia bring them back. Suddenly they have a new purpose in life, a new spring in their step: the Russians are back and everything’s all right with the world. No longer do they have to trouble themselves with tawdry, unwinnable wars in dusty countries nobody really cares about but for the oil; the Russian Bear is back and it’s happy party time for the Cold Warriors.

And nowhere more so than at the Henry Jackson Society, where Mark Attila “it’s the Serbs! The Serbs!” Hoare has been moved to ever highers flights of fancy in his descriptions of What’s To Be Done. As Aaronovitch Watch commented: “We have occasionally described the Henry Jackson Society in the past as the “I’ve got a cardboard box on my head and I’m a tank commander” element of British Decency – the breakfast cereal must be ankle deep on the floor at Peterhouse College today

But he got competition, from none other than Denis “failed New Labour minister McShamne”, exhorting us at Comment is Free to stand Shoulder to shoulder against Russia:

As Sir Roderick Braithwaite, the astute former ambassador in Moscow and a man sympathetic to Russians pointed out some time ago, Russia has done far more invading than it has been invaded. Napoleon and Hitler failed to conquer Moscow but Russian armies – Tsarist and Soviet – have occupied every European capital east of the Rhine.

[…]

President Sarkozy’s remarks that Russia had some rights in Georgia sent a chill down the spine of Baltic states which have Russian speaking citizens, installed after Stalin’s invasion of these small countries in 1940. Finland, which fought a war with Russia in 1940, shivers at what the new Putin doctrine might mean.

[…]

Putin may have thought that sweeping the Georgian pawn off the board was the end of the game. Alas, it is is only the beginning, and Britain cannot betray Poland and its fellow EU and Nato allies as Chamberlain did in the 1930s.

McShane does seem to have a talent for distilling all the cliches uttered about Russia’s “aggression” in Georgia to the purest grade of wingnuttery, doesn’t he, with his talk about not betraying Poland “as Chamberlain did in the 1930s.” It’s great stuff, but to me Marko still has the edge, as he wouldn’t make such schoolboy errors in his rants.

Call Him Mr. Pitiful

What have we got to look forward to should that nice young Mr Cameron get into No.10? More of the same old malfeasance, bad judgement and spin it seems.

Take journo Daniel Finkelstein, the Gold List Tory candidate, Comment Editor for Murdoch’s Times and regular guest on BBC2’s Newnight, who jumped at the invitation to join a panel vetting prospective Conservative parliamentary candidates in one of his local constituencies. Not often a mere pundit gets direct input into the process.

This is the man he chose:

A Tory parliamentary candidate who bombarded his Liberal Democrat rival with hate mail and vandalised the party’s Watford headquarters was facing jail today after admitting more than 70 offences of criminal damage and harassment.

Ian Oakley, 31, of Ryeland Close, West Drayton, north west London, admitted mounting a two year hate campaign against Sal Brinton, who he considered his main rival to defeat the sitting Labour MP.

The Times report of Oakley’s conviction yesterday was prepended with a link to Finkelstein’s blogpost “Ian Oakley, My Part In His Downfall”. Even before the court had found Oakley guilty Finkelstein had his apologia ready and a lame one it is too:

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It is now the fashion to invite journalists to interview applicants in the final round of the seat selection. And I was asked to be the interviewer in Watford.

I asked Oakley and the other candidates questions, one applicant after the other, in front of a meeting of party members. Members were then asked to vote on the candidate they liked best.

Oakley wasn’t intellectually the strongest candidate but I understood why he was selected. He seemed the most experienced of the finalists and the one most obviously ready to be the PPC.

[My emphasis]

When I was asked by friends, I said I thought Watford hadn’t necessarily selected the best future MP but they had chosen the one who seemed most assured, self confident and politically mature. I thought him a very stable, solid choice even if he didn’t do all that much for me.

There wasn’t the smallest sign that he was, well, basically bonkers.

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This man is is in the running to be Cameron’s Alistair Campbell. Looks like he’s perfectly qualified.

What interests me about all this is not so much Finkelstein’s future career in wanksterdom as it is this: Oakley’s constituency party members surely must have known, or at least suspected that the man was mentally ill. I find it hard to believe such a vile and vicious misogynist could have hidden it so effectively in his council career even. Yet it appears no one who knew him thought fit to mention it until he was arrested and charged.

That says more to me about the Conservative party’s fitness to rule than any Tory hack’s lame public excuses for his own bad judgement.

Are They There Yet?

my first cavity search

It’s a canard of the liberal left in the USA that the country is on the verge of fascism, but it’s been 8 years now and an observer might reasonably ask, “When do they stop teetering on the verge and tip right over the cliff?”

When this sort of thing is starting to become such an everyday occurrence it’s not even notable any more, I’d suggest:

Police Raid Berwyn Heights Mayor’s Home, Kill His 2 Dogs

By Aaron C. Davis
Washington Post Staff Writer
Thursday, July 31, 2008; Page B01

A police SWAT team raided the home of the mayor in the Prince George’s County town of Berwyn Heights on Tuesday, shooting and killing his two dogs, after he brought in a 32-pound package of marijuana that had been delivered to his doorstep, police said.

Yes. Delivered by undercover cops.

Mayor Cheye Calvo was not arrested in the raid, which was carried out about 7 p.m. by the Sheriff’s Office SWAT team and county police narcotics officers. Prince George’s police spokesman Henry Tippett said yesterday that all the residents of the house — Calvo, his wife and his mother-in-law — are “persons of interest” in the case.

The package was addressed to Calvo’s wife, Trinity Tomsic, said law enforcement officials, who spoke on condition of anonymity because the case is ongoing.

Tippett said police are working to determine for whom the drugs were meant.

Calvo said yesterday that he did not know how the drugs wound up on his doorstep. He works part time as the mayor and serves as director of expansion for the SEED Foundation, a well-known national nonprofit group that runs urban public boarding schools.

“My government blew through my doors and killed my dogs,” Calvo said. “They thought we were drug dealers, and we were treated as such. I don’t think they really ever considered that we weren’t.”

Calvo described a chaotic scene, in which he — wearing only underwear and socks — and his mother-in-law were handcuffed and interrogated for hours. They were surrounded by the dogs’ carcasses and pools of the dogs’ blood, Calvo said.

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Here’s some more backstory on the shootings and much more here on the corruption and brutality of Maryland cops. They don’t have a great record.

The dogs were pets, labradors to be precise, hardly the most agressive of animals, and they were running away from paramilitaries invading their space. They weren’t shot because they were a threat, but purely to terrify and intimidate the mayor and his family.

These are classic School of The Americas terror tactics and exactly the kind of thing that was done in Chile, Argentina or any number of Central American puppet states to intimidate and harass elected officials who might threaten the military or police with accountability for their political and financial misdeeds.

Prince George’s County has a reputation for brutal, dirty cops but it’s hardly alone in that. It appears that America’s police and security forces have been turned into a unaccountable collection of virtually private paramilitaries, weapons to be used by the corrupt rich against the very people that are paying for that corruption.

When heavily armed police trained to be amoral, murderous thugs are then given free rein to profit from bribery and the ludicrous ‘war on drugs’, how then can anyone we be surprised when they use those same weapons to stop anything and anyone that might cut into those profits? It’s not as though anyone in government gives a damn that the US is way over that fascist cliff and accelerating. In the dying days of the GOP it’s everybody for themselves and the devil take the hindmost. If I was an as yet uncorrupted local politician I’d be buying myself a shotgun or two. Or several.