Last Word On The F-Word

Digby neatly disposes of the Pecksniffs of the rightwing blogosphere:

[…]

Dear me.

I’ll try to curb my brawny, robust language around these prudish little fellows if I find myself at one of their tea parties, but I can’t promise to do so on the blog. As far as I’m concerned, that chart shows that I have not been nearly salty enough. The state of our politics calls for big, bold angry rhetoric to express the level of outrage appropriate to the situation. Those with delicate rightwing sensibilities best cover their tender little ears.

Quite. Or should I say, abso-fucking-lutely.

By the way, I think I may have found those ‘prudish little fellows” spiritual home.

At The Court of The Littlest Emperor

More reason to ratchet up that looming sense of unease and history spinning out of control… In an otherwise rather hagiographic piece by Irwin Stelrzer in the Sunday Times this morning

No matter how many years one spends in Washington, lunch with the president of the United States is an exciting prospect. Entering through a special door not accessible to tourist riffraff and the tight security only heighten the sense you are entering a special realm.

comes this little miniature:

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And then in came the president. Bush is taller than he seems on television and chirpier. He is also refreshingly free of the pretence so common in this town. “Let’s eat,” he said and explained we were gathered to discuss Roberts’s book A History of the English-Speaking Peoples because “history informs the present”. His goals, he said, were to see what history can teach us today and to “pander to you powerful opinion-makers”. Such humour is typical of the man. In addition to Roberts and myself the group included the historian Gertrude Himmelfarb, neocon Norman Podhoretz and theologian Michael Novak.

The president divulged with convincing calm that when it comes to pressure, “I just don’t feel any”. Why? His constituency, he feels, is the divine presence, to whom he must answer. Don’t misunderstand: God didn’t tell him to put troops in harm’s way in Iraq; his belief only goes so far as to inform him that there is good and evil. It is the president who must figure out how to promote the former and destroy the latter. And he is confident that his policies are doing just that.

[…]

All of this led the president to turn the conversation to the old question of what exactly is “evil” and what constitutes “good”. The discussion centred on Novak’s contention that although there is indeed evil, there is no such thing as absolute good. The president didn’t buy that line. Bush’s formulation is that we are engaged in a war between absolute evil and good principles. These principles, the president said, are practised by imperfectly good men.

[My emphasis]

This was a lunch given so historian Andrew Roberts could brief Bush and Cheney on his historical ideas, one of which is:

Third lesson: don’t hesitate to intern your enemies for long periods. That policy worked in Ireland and during the second world war. Release should only follow victory.

The Decider gets to decide who his enemies are on the basis of what the invisible sky-fairy tells him and thinks that interning them indefintely is a mighty fine idea. How very reassuring.

Oh and the guest list for that lunch? A full hand of Neocon Hall of Shamers:

In addition to Roberts and myself the group included the historian Gertrude Himmelfarb, neocon Norman Podhoretz and theologian Michael Novak. .

That would be this Gertrude Himmelfarb, Norman Podhoretz and Michael Novak.

These people are what pass for the guardians of intellectual rigour at the court of the Littlest Emperor – a coterie of war criminals, wingnut welfare queens, revisionists, insane rightwing zealots and sycophantic divines, like a midwestern Rotary version of one of Mme de Pompadour’s salons. Only without the glamour or wit and armed with nuclear weapons.

UPDATE: The WaPo has this headline today:

Bush Shows New Willingness to Reverse Course

Wahahahahaha. As if.

Comment of The Day, Celtic Twilight Edition

[Panic over – no hospital was required this time. I feel like shit, but luckily blogging doesn’t require perfect health, just persistence, irritability and the insatiable urge to snark.]

Speaking of which, Sadly No and Ampersand have had a bit of a falling out over the former’s mockery of the latter’s blogrolling of the extremely-sad-on-so-many-levels Daffyd Ap Hugh:

I don’t know who’s wrong, I don’t know who’s right, and who cares just so long as it gives rise to comments like this:

Jillian said,

April 24, 2006 at 20:41

This is the sort of bold warrior you’d find in the pages of the Mabinogion!

Can’t you see him, standing in his breeches and tunic, covered in woad tattoos, inovking the names of his ancestors, like Math ab Mathonwy, before riding in his chariot off to battle, the fierce battle cry of his clan rolling off his lips…

CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETOS!

The whole ‘fat is political, don’t be mean because he’s fat’ argument some of the other commenters are having in that thread is typical of why the left never gets anywhere against these winger inadequates. Debating the morality of mocking somebody for their appearance, especially when it is so obviously loathsome, seems somewhat irrelevant given the years of online evidence of Ap Hugh’s own patented ad-feminam wankery. Plus he’s just been given a gig subbing for known genocidal torture-advocate Michelle Malkin, where it’s always open season, so mock away.

A Message To You, Rudy

I have to admit to having been utterly gobsmacked at the sheer brass neck of former NY mayor Rudy Giuliani’s having announced his attempt at a run for the Presidency of the US last week, given his very public history of adultery, humiliating his wife and his children, his numerous affairs, his sleazy close personal and professional relationships with the corrupt Bernie Kerik, his blatant nepotism and rampant authoritarianism, not to mention his dodgy political backstory,going right back to Ollie North and Iran/Contra:

Giuliani’s political malfeasance dates back to his days as US Attorney for the Southern District of NY, when he approved a US Customs sting operation ordered by White House shill Oliver North to catch Israel’s Joint Committee middlemen of the Iran-Contra scandal. North wanted the sting because he considered the Joint Committee not criminals but competition, since they supplied our supposed enemy Iran with more weapons of mass destruction then he illegally could trade. As a result of the sting arrests, Joint Committee leader Ari Ben-Monashe leaked Iran-Contra to Beirut newspaper Al Shiraa. This prompted Giuliani to quickly release the arms dealers on virtually no bail, and drop all charges against them once they were out. (Though North and George Bush Sr. testified before Congress that they never worked together on Iran-Contra, North’s now declassified diaries of that time prove otherwise.

Oh yes, and then there’s the extra-judicial killings on his mayoral watch.

You’d think a documented history like that might give him some pause for thought wouldn’t you? But no, Rudy’s monstrous ego knows no bounds – anything and everything he does is fine, because he’s, he’s BIG RUDY GIULIANI, AMERICA’S MAYOR, GODDAMMIT!

Worse still, he’s currently the Republican frontrunner.

So what can you do, except to, like Crooks & Liars do with this videoclip, keep telling the world what an asshole he actually is and how he’s potentially more dangerous even than Bush is now?

The video comes from the movie ” Giuliani Time.” John Bynes, who called in and complained to Giuliani because he needed food stamps and medication to live at a time when Rudy’s policies were having dire consequences to people like John. Rudy just laughs him off…UP: Did Rudy know about John’s condition? Probaby not, but he knew what was happening to people just like John who got caught up in the cross-hairs of his policies…

Washington Post:

“When “Giuliani Time” gives a glimpse of this Giuliani, it’s mesmerizing. So, the smiling mayor fields a phone call during his weekly radio show. The caller is angry about city cuts to food stamps and Medicare aid for the disabled. Hizzoner is a pit bull to the chase.
“Hey, John,” Giuliani tells his caller, “what kind of hole are you in? There’s something that’s really wrong with you. . . . We’ll send you psychiatric help because you really need it.”

As it happens, the caller, John Hynes, needs real help. A disabled lawyer, he suffers from Parkinson’s disease, and he’s had his benefits cut off and he’s running out of medicine.

Nothing chills the blood so thoroughly as the sight of a powerful man turned gleeful bully.”

(Unless its this….)

Funny, though, it didn’t chill CBS’ or the US media’s blood when Bush did it.

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