Maiello: Human Rights and the Stock Market
Doc Cleveland: Fear Itself: Ukraine Edition
And on a Lighter Note, CPAC Starts Today!
Jollyroger admits that he did work his way through stripper school as a lawyer, but since graduating he has rehabilitated himself, and profits no longer from the misfortune of his brothers, but from the lust of his sisters instead. He is currently on the 60 day DL (too fat); Until he is called back up to the show, he is temping as an inventor.
REX VISIGOTHIS:"I believe in less than enough feed, just enough speed, more than enough weed, and way too much pussy"
BERNARD EIBER: "You write like a god"
KATHY SISSON: "You fuck like a god"
SUZANNE FARRELL: "Someone had to be eliminated, and poor Roger was the most expendable"
VANESSA FARRELL: "You have such a pretty dick"
MY SISTER: "He wasn't always like this...you should have seen him before all the acid. My God, he's a Woodrow Wilson Fellow!"
MY MOTHER: "So I told his father, 'Look Manny, let's don't kid ourselves. All he really wants to do is get high and get laid..."
Perhaps I misconstrue the words "Commander-in-Chief", but I swear before Jesus that English is my native tongue, and the whole title is only three words long.
As I am sure you all know, the suprisingly hard-charging junior Senator from New York, Kirsten Gillibrand, recently hit a stone wall in the Senate, blocking a really rather modest attempt to attack a loathsome set of practices that besets members (mostly female) of the armed forces of the United States.
Assume, arguendo, that the Dems hold the Senate in 2014.
As now, the House remains, by virtue of crass gerrymander, out of reach of democratic pressure, with no visible hope of redress until the 2020 redistricting, if then.
Must we accept, then, utter and complete stagnation until the congress elected in November 2020 is organized in January 2021? That is seven more lost years.
Perhaps there is another scenario.
It is commonplace to respond to the fear of gun confiscation, (virtually universally voiced by anti-registration zealots) with a soothing tut-tut, coupled with strenuous oaths forswearing the passage of any law which might reach into the extant stash of any armed citizen in order once and for all to rid society of a manifest source of misery.
One need look no further than Australia to see that it is by no means outside the bounds of imagination that a people might make a reasoned decision to live unarmed, and in so doing require the surrender of those weapons currently abroad.
We might, after all, amend the Constitution to remove the Second Amendment. Hard cheese, gun nuts, but there you are.
The degrading squabble over the level at which a nation still retaining some small capacity for shame will say "Below this wage, by irrefutable presumption, labor is uncompensated, ergo (implicitly) slavery", serves only to distract the working class, the surplus value of whose labor is being stolen, from the fact of the theft;
We need a maximum ratio by which the most highly compensated may command the compensation of multiples of their fellow humans. [Read more]
By the time "Imagine" (the Hippie Internationale...) was being sung, I had completed the transition from teary, to weeping to uncontrollable sobbing.
(I know, I know, I am a pussy...)
If he had retained enough cognitive function to know his own name when he died (he didn't...) Ronald Reagan would be spinning like a top.
As you will by now have surmised, I watched Bill de Blasio be sworn in today as Mayor of New York City.
A strange thing just happened on the way to a (true blue) full Democratic sweep of Virginia .
The Attorney General election ended with a razor thin victory by the Democrat, Mark Herring. (169 votes out of millions cast).
This being well within the .5% margin entitling the loser to a recount, Mark Obenshain availed himself of the statutory remedy.
Several days into the recount, he decided to concede, rather than let it run its course.
The examination of ballots, rather than yielding the statistically likely spread of errors in which some votes first counted for Herring go to Obenshain, and some vice versa, was quintupling the original Herring margin. [Read more]
I have in the past, in colloquy with the lamented, gone-but-not-forgotten Articleman, urged the utility of deconstructing the arguments advanced by the Department of Justice as offering guidance to their inherent devotion (or the contrary) to civil liberties.
Not content to have wrested from their lackeys on the Supreme Court the right to exclude from Medicaid millions of low income citizens of Repugnant governed states, the punks infesting the lower house of congress writhe in continued agony over their impotence.
They promise, therefor, continued frivolous lawsuits, such as the one presently in train purporting to object to the extension of federal subsidies to low income consumers seeking coverage on the (fallback) federal exchange, Healthcare.gov.
Louis Scarcella, Brooklyn homicide detective (retired), was not a guy you would want to meet, especially if you were a person of color who was innocent of a crime that needed to be cleared. (Cops dislike inventory just like Walmart dislikes unsold crap).
His stock in trade was the coerced (or even fraudulent) confession, the perjured testimony of jailhouse snitches, and the convenient disposal of excupatory evidence. [Read more]