This is so unbelievable that the gall and rage is rising in my throat and choking off all breath. The stabbiness is reaching epic proportions. This must be what apoplexy feels like.
An Arizona elementary school mural featuring the faces of kids who attend the school has been the subject of constant daytime drive-by racist screaming, from adults, as well as a radio talk-show campaign (by an actual city councilman, who has an AM talk-radio show) to remove the black student’s face, and now the school principal has ordered the faces of the Latino and Black students to be changed to Caucasian skin.
That’s right. Racist white bastards in Arizona are so hopping made about black and Latino faces on a goddamn school mural that the school principal has now CAVED to their demands to make those students white. Real students of color, turned white. WTF. WTFFFFF. What will this do to the self-esteem, to the psyches of those kids–having their OWN IMAGES PAINTED OVER IN WHITE?
The only thing that gives me bitter satisfaction in this is knowing that these people are all mostly old and will be dead soon enough, and a more diverse, tolerant, multicultural melting pot of a nation will emerge from the people who are young now. It’s not much satisfaction, but I’m going to have a heart attack if I don’t give myself something to grab onto here.
She really is a new kind of “politician” (in quotes because is she? Celebritician?). Matt Taibbi explains how she panders to the worst common denominator, probably because she really is part of her target demographic:
Palin has figured out that this is really all you have to do to win elections in this country — flatter middle Americans’ moronic fantasies about themselves. The great thing about flattery is a) you can’t overdo it as hard as you try, and b) it doesn’t pin you down to messy political positions, controversies, things you can be harassed about by Chris Matthews and other press weasels.
It’s basically a risk-free strategy. You get up on stage and you say, “I’m just like all you idiots. And you idiots rock!” People will fall for this stuff. The ingenious part in Sarah Palin’s case is that she probably genuinely believes it.
Taibbi argues that even Dubya never had the same success with these same methods, because he was too used to the high life despite his cowboy image. Palin, on the other hand, really is of the people–her people.
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Shout “I declare you to be AN OUTLAW!” every time you answer the phone. God, that movie looks like a dried piece of crap, doesn’t it? Poor Cate Blanchett. It’s not her fault. She is beautiful and talented. And it’s her birthday, so please be nice to her. And why does everyone have to SHOUT so much in movies nowadays? Russell Crowe is probably standing right next to that guy. Although if Russell Crowe were standing next to me, I would shout at him, too. I would shout, MAKE A GOOD MOVIE! But he probably wouldn’t.
No, for realz, people. Obama is going to tax the shit out of your wheelchair. And your oxygen tanks. And…SNEEZING! That’s right. You’ll have to pay a tax EVERY TIME YOU SNEEZE. And…
Oh, just watch the video. Which is clearly aimed at old people. It is funny (but, sadly, not on purpose) and like a movie trailer. (Thank you, Wonkette.)
Maud Newton suspects a sinister motive underlies the entire thing. And she thinks she knows exactly where Sister Sarah is coming from:
“Planet Earth,” like many of Palin’s favorite phrases, has one innocuous set of associations for the population at large, and also an inflammatory shadow resonance for her base. While most of us naturally think of the popular documentary series, the touchstone for holy-rollers is Hal Lindsey’s The Late, Great Planet Earth, an incendiary fundamentalist text published in 1970 that forecast the imminent dawn of the End Times.
Read the whole thing here. It’s fascinating. And slightly terrifying.
Also, I’m rather irked at TLC lately, what with their fourteen zillion shows about giant families with too many kids, half of them taking up way more than their allotted space and taxpayer money for weirdo religious reasons, and no doubt voting conservative despite the fact that they use so many public services. Add Sarah Palin’s showcase to that and I’m this close to swearing off of What Not to Wear, the only decent show left on there. Hear that, TLC?
I’m sick today. Terrible sinus infection. Luckily, I have health care. Unluckily, 45,000 Americans don’t and this is what the debate around the issue is starting to sound like. Enjoy and happy weekend!
Reason number 351 for never moving to Utah: I am woman of childbearing age. And, via Balloon Juice, Utah has just passed a bill more or less criminalizing miscarriages.
Every year entitled white frat boys in bad suits swarm my neighborhood during CPAC, the Conservative Political Action Committee’s yearly event. And every year, when it’s over, I silently congratulate myself for the remarkable restraint I’ve shown in not beating to death a single one of them, even when they stand in giant groups DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF THE METRO ESCALATOR DURING RUSH HOUR COMPLAINING ABOUT PAYING TAXES WHILE RIDING A SYSTEM THAT THEIR TAXES (BARELY KIND OF) PAY FOR.
But this year might be different. The tea partiers are coming to CPAC. And this guy is coming to CPAC, busting fat rhymes like these:
“Politicians need the truth, it will set you free, and I hope you paid attention to the march on D.C. …Liberalism is like a cancerous tumor, just look at Harry Reid, Pelosi and Chuck Schumer.”
I don’t know if this means I’ll be even more irritated, or more entertained. Hopefully the latter.
A group of anonymous people chipped in to put this up.
Did you know? You actually CAN’T impeach a president who’s committed no impeachable offenses (and who by the way was elected by a sizable majority) just because you disagree with his policies. Ohmygod I know, it’s like, so unfair.
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A Montgomery County High sprinter.
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A science blog.
This is so unbelievable that the gall and rage is rising in my throat and choking off all breath. The stabbiness is reaching epic proportions. This must be what apoplexy feels like.
She really is a new kind of “politician” (in quotes because is she? Celebritician?). 
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