Twisted Spinster

5/6/2004

Abyss

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 10:27 pm link

Phillip Kennicott is only happy when it rains:

But these photos are us. Yes, they are the acts of individuals (though the scandal widens, as scandals almost inevitably do, and the military’s own internal report calls the abuse “systemic"). But armies are made of individuals. Nations are made up of individuals. Great national crimes begin with the acts of misguided individuals; and no matter how many people are held directly accountable for these crimes, we are, collectively, responsible for what these individuals have done…

Here is my noble, civilized response: blow smoke up someone else’s ass, you smarmy, pompous dickhead. Collectively responsible – I’ll bet Mr. Kennicott has recused himself from this “us” – obviously he sees himself as being one of Our Betters. The heck with all the good that we have done in Iraq; instead, against every principle of liberal thought, the actions of a handful of butthead MPs just invalidated over two hundred years of history – nay, the entire two-thousand years of history since the death of Christ – which was, of course, exclusively the fault of Americans.

At this point all I can do is laugh. These people don’t want to live, they don’t want to carry this civilization into the future – they don’t want to give it even as long as the Romans gave theirs. They had 800 years – we don’t even get to make 250? Sometimes I think that the Baby Boomers not only want to spend all the money before they go, they want to take the civilized world down with them. And I am nagged by the feeling that even our government is sliding closer and closer to embracing this viewpoint – witness the grovelling before the entire Muslim world today for something that, should it have been done by military personnel in, say, Syria, would have been considered four-star fine treatment.

And another thing: this should have been between us and Iraq only. What the fuck does Egypt or Al-Jazeera or any other fucking Arab organization have to do with this? Who asked them to jump in? Were the humiliated POWs your imported thugs, fuckos? If I were Bush I’d have told all the other so-called Arab spokesbeings who were not from Iraq to stay the fuck out of this, no one asked you your opinion. I wouldn’t be nice about it either. But you know, once some moron started the “hearts and minds” bullshit, we had to play comfort woman for every single joker in the Middle East except the Israeli Jews.

Let’s get something straight: we will not win the “hearts and minds” of the Muslim world. From what I can see a significant number of them have black hearts and minds rotten with inherited centuries of Jew-hatred and resentment of the way the rest of the world has passed them by in their self-imposed cultural and spiritual prison. Most of the rest of them are either too timid or ignorant for their organs of feeling and thought to be accessible. I am disgusted with the constant backing and filling every time a “Muslim spokesperson” lets out a squeal because he came upon something somewhere that reminded him that there are other ways of thought and living than his own. And I am sick and tired of being accused of “narrowmindedness,” “racism,” “ignorance,” and all the rest of the bullshit because I happen to express my dislike of real examples of the above coming from someone whose ancestry was not primarily European.

No wonder (chorus) They Hate Us. So many of us so obviously hate ourselves and our fellow citizens. Our enemies must be frustrated as all heck right now: if only they had known it would be that easy.

I will probably add to this later; right now I have to go to bed.

(Via Random Jottings.)

Update: this post of Dipnut’s is highly instructive. Since he says pretty much what I was going to say, I don’t have to add anything more to this entry.

Update 2: one final link – I meant to mention this too – what the hell was it with the picture-taking? The closest thing I can come to is something a co-worker said her husband, who was in the military, told her: “those GIs, they sure do like to take pictures.” Then again, there are sickos right here at home doing sick things – no links, just google around – and not only do they whip out the Polaroid and the camcorder, they get out the digital devices and upload the results for all to see and enjoy. Why? Like Natalie Solent said, it’s not as if these images showed the perpetrators in any good light according to the laws and customs of modern Western society. But when you ask people why they take pictures of themselves doing things that are, supposedly, still considered shameful and disgraceful by normal people, they either equivocate or just look at you. The current impetus is, maybe, the “self-esteem” movement which we can see now has done more harm, or at least as much harm, as it has done good. Sure, people think better of themselves, and are not so crippled by guilt and shame as the psychiatrists – our priests – told us we used to be back in the bad old days – but I haven’t see that this has led to an increase in esteem for others as we were told would be the result of this loosening of inner bonds and focusing on the self instead of others. Quite the contrary.

Jarvis vs. Friedman: a rout

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 8:50 pm link

I’ve slapped Jeff Jarvis around a lot lately for his wacky Howard Stern mania, but pry his attention away from the Great White Radio Ass and he’s often spot on – as he is here in the critique of a column written by Tom Friedman while deep in the grips of hysteria. I have to copy this sample from Friedman, because it’s just so pathetic on so many levels:

I have never known a time in my life when America and its president were more hated around the world than today. I was just in Japan, and even young Japanese dislike us. It’s no wonder that so many Americans are obsessed with the finale of the sitcom “Friends” right now. They’re the only friends we have, and even they’re leaving.

Good god, is Friedman a grown man or a teenager who yearns to be accepted into the popular group at his high school? So some Japanese people (I doubt he talked to the entire population) expressed some sort of America-hatred. Well damn me, having the Japanese love us is what keeps me going through this vale of tears called life; now that they hate us, I’ve got nothing to live for! Except the final episode of Friends, which I will watch while wearing deepest black because I base my entire life on what Phoebe, Ross, and the rest of the gang whose names I can’t remember because I always find things better to do (cleaning my cat’s litter box, laundry, spackling tiny cracks in my walls, scraping the grease out from the grease trap under the stove and rolling it into symmetrical balls and packing them in neat rows in cardboard boxes which I tie with twine) than watch the show, and now that it’s ending I realize that all that is left between me and the void is the caring and concern that ooze out of nervous nellies like Mr. Friedman, who was once thrilled to bits when a Saudi prince told him he (the prince) had a peace plan that didn’t involve destroying Israel – well, not destroying it all at once, anyway, just sort of whittling away at it slowly until there was nothing left of the Jewish State but something that could be jammed into the bottom of a matzoh box, but in a peaceful way.

Anyway, Jarvis takes Friedman’s trash out to the curb. RTWT.

5/5/2004

Sick Dings

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 9:50 pm link

Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t get supposed admirers of philosophy and philosophers who get so bent out of shape about a “long post” on the internet. Have these people ever read any actual works by philosophers, or just the Cliff Notes versions?

Equally hilarious is the fury of the commenters (paraphrased): “Augh! I read it! It hurt my brain!” So why did you read it? Did it only hurt your brain at the very end?

(Oh yes – updated to include the observance that of all the bloggers that commented upon Den Beste’s essay, the only one that didn’t seriously respond to Den Beste’s theories was the one at the portentiously named, Kant-invoking, self-consciously cerebral Crooked Timber. Make of that what you will.)

You can’t hide the knives

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 9:09 pm link

What do you call people who were on the verge of getting what they said they wanted, who then let it go for some trifle?

Speaking of losers – what do you call people who shoot two-year-olds in the head to make sure they were dead? Well, there’s a part of the world that calls them “heroes,” and it’s not just confined to the Middle East. But George W. Bush = Hitler, and Jews are the new Nazis. I see.

And then there is this fellow. It occurred to me once that the phrase “I want to crawl up inside you and die” is a curse more evil than a thousand so-called obscenities. It denotes the state of mind of a certain sort of person – someone, perhaps, like the person who could “ink” this cartoon and then write these words. There is something going on here, but I don’t know what it is – and what’s more, I don’t care.

I think I will now go dig out my tape of Troublegum. I need to clear my head.

5/4/2004

Drinking Game help needed

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 3:48 pm link

I don’t know why I never thought of this before: I’ve decided that what the Sphere O’ Blogs needs is to invent a proper comment troll drinking game. Looking for “troll drinking game” on Google had amusing, but irrelevant results (a Troll2 Drinking Game, a Lord of the Rings Fan Fiction Drinking Game, etc.). I suppose, though, you could use them as templates. Anyway, help us out! (Unless you are a troll. We’re against you, not with you. Our revenge will be sweet. Just say to yourself: “Comment Troll Slash Fiction.")

All I wanted was a Pepsi!

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 3:31 pm link

I have had trouble with trolls in the past on my own site and currently on the couple of blogs I run. On the subject of Micah Wrongright. Sean Collins has advice for people dealing with trolls and other online neurotics:

My real point here is that people should remember that when they see someone acting needlessly belligerent or bizarre online, chances are good that there’s something wrong on the homefront too.

His solution to dealing with them is much kinder and gentler than mine, but then I am not as nice or as patient a person. Also, I haven’t seen any evidence so far that Wright has “alienated” his most devoted fans – on the contrary, the revelations of his dishonesty seem to have, by all accounts, upped his cred with a large number of these people. What that says about them isn’t very good, of course. Anyway, comment moderation, control, censorship, and the crushing of dissent on comment-enabled blogs and other online forums rule as far as I am concerned.

(Via Jim Treacher.)

Fight to the end

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 12:16 pm link

Salvadorans rock.

(Via Tim Blair.)

Professional Victim follies

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 11:24 am link

Kathy Shaidle remarks upon the whitewashing of Kent State. I was thirteen in 1970, but for years I accepted the popular notion that the riot at Kent State was nothing but a peaceful demonstration of gentle flower children who were ruthlessly attacked for no reason by drooling prognathous-browedjawed Neanderthals in National Guard uniforms. Perhaps if I had actually watched the news with my parents instead of regarding such as part of the uninteresting duties of maturity that my tender years gave sanction to avoid, I would not have spent so many years under this delusion.

She also notes that one of the victims of the shooting, Alan Canfora, has a memoir coming out. Of course, he is against the Iraq War, which he calls “exactly similar” to the Vietnam War. Leaving the matter of Iraq vs. Vietnam aside for now, how can anything be “exactly similar"? “Similar” means “almost like” or “resembling,” while “exactly” means, in this context, “the same.” Canfora can’t have it both ways – either the war in Iraq is the same as the war in Vietnam, or it resembles, to a greater or lesser degree, that earlier conflict. Is this stupidity, a typo, or a clumsy attempt to CYA in case the war in Iraq is found to only superficially resemble that in Vietnam, by dint of, oh, I don’t know, it occuring in a different country, there being no draft, the stakes being somewhat higher and closer to America than the apparently faraway “fight against the spread of Communism in Asia,” and so on.

5/3/2004

How much is that doggy in the window?

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 5:11 pm link

Bwahahahahaha!

(Via Tim Blair.)

I said doctor, is there nothing I can take…

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 3:25 pm link

Why can’t people die from colds? A suicide bomber could be useful in my right lower sinus passage about now. Press the switch already, Ahmed. What are you waiting for, chickenshit? What do you mean you’ve “changed your mind"? Sorry, you drew the short straw – Mohammed gets to blow up Israelis, you get to blow up impacted mucus. Them’s the breaks! Hey–! Come back here! Oh yeah? Well, I’ve got the cell phone

[Boom]

Damn. Bugger slid out the nostril at the last minute. I hate when that happens. Excuse me, I have to open another box of Kleenex.*

Ode to Nyquil.
Nyquil ice cream?
Denis Leary.

(Actually, I just ended up buying a generic decongestant/antihistamine combo because – shut up, I know about antihistamines not really doing anything for colds – it makes me feel better without knocking me completely unconscious. If I was unconscious I could not have shared these, my lovely thoughts, with you, my lovely readers.)

*I like calling it “Kleenex.” I also sometimes call copy machines “Xerox machines.”

She saw my TVC15, my baby’s gone

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 2:18 pm link

No wonder Germans love David Hasselhoff. He was on tv.

Life under rocks, part 756453

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 1:42 pm link

I swear, the boy’s a masochist or something. Now that’s just sad.

Update: I arise from my sick couch to take note of this. Is it a sin to want a mack truck to run Rall over as he crosses the street? I suppose it is. Imagine getting Rall bits all over your nice truck. Ugh.

5/2/2004

Nemo me impune lacesset

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 8:59 pm link

Fox rocks. And after tomorrow Saturday, May 15th, I’ll have them 24/7 again for at least a month.

(Via Random Jottings.)

Truth is stranger than we thought

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 7:44 pm link

Re the post below on faux-human Micah Wright, here’s an interesting addition to the story offered by Mrs. Spoons.

Frodo likes girls

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 7:29 pm link

Elijah Wood says: “I just love them. I’m so enamoured with… women. They’re beautiful and amazing and altogether feminine.” (Emphasis mine.) I’m so, er, relieved, or something.

(Yes, this is my first “where is the goddamn dvd?” post of the year.)

Update: I just wanted to say… I didn’t intend this as an “Elijah Wood is gay” comment; what amused me was his doofy “women are feminine” verbal stumbling. Actors supposing to be so eloquent and all…

Good morning, Vietnam!

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 7:12 pm link

I really would like a nice bowl of pho right now. Some of that lemongrass chicken would also go down quite nicely as well. And for desert – Banana-Coconut-Tapioca Pudding. Man, I love Vietnamese food.

It looks centered if you lean to the left a little…

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 6:38 pm link

Shyeah, as if. There’s this dude calls himself “Truthprobe” who has a Blogspot blog (no link – you’ve probably already got the email – subject heading “link me” – or the spam in your comments) he claims is “centrist political commentary.” So I’m curious, I hitch on over there to take a gander… and I see that the subheading says this:

“The probe for the conservative truth never stops.”

Centrist, my ass. Not that I think there is any such animal anyway, it obviously being Leftover-speak for “thinks Karl Marx was too right-wing.”

Hack Hack Koff Koff

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 6:16 pm link

Argh.

Curveball of the month

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 1:43 pm link

The hell–?

(Via protein wisdom.)

I CAN’T HEAR YOU

Filed under: — Andrea Harris @ 1:24 pm link

Someone needs a hug. Or an enema.

(Via C. G. Hill.)

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