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October 31, 2006
What Democrats really think about our military
MIDPOST UPDATE: full quote here
“You know, education, if you make the most of it, if you study hard and you do your homework, and you make an effort to be smart, uh, you, you can do well. If you don’t, you get stuck in Iraq.”
Wow, John Kerry's proud moment.
Congratulations, Democrats. No need to hide your contempt for America and our Armed Forces, just let it fly like the flag.
A self loathing, America-hating Presidential hopeful in action; if you aren't living under a hairy libshit and already drinking the organic, fermented, free range kool-aid, this is news. John Kerry's career is over.
Dems support our troops as long as they are engaged in anti-war demonstrations.
Otherwise, our troops are the enemies.
Ironically these same brave and noble folks are fighting for all the things that allow these nutjobs to speak without being beheaded. Or shrouded by a burqa and niqab.
Because the terrorist's goal is to remove democracy from our world. Free burqas and dishdashas for everyone!
Mandatory Islamic worship included.
Happy Halloween.
Posted by Moxie at 4:10 AM | Comments (27)
October 30, 2006
PAJAMA FLASH
PAJAMAS MEDIA BARCELONA BUREAU REPORTING
EXCLUSIVE!!! MUST CREDIT PAJAMAS MEDIA BARCELONA BUREAU!!!!
DEVELOPING.....
I am in a moldy studio apartment in Barcelona, eating ramen noodles until Uncle Aubrey's check arrives. Through my great mind and internet connection, I've dicovered that lefty James Wolcott has one thing right. People have tired of writing about the Pajamas Media failure.
MORE....
the PAJAMAS MEDIA OMAHA BUREAU reports that Instapundit has has not responded with a Heh, indeed.
MORE...
Wolcott failed to credit right wing wacko Moxie for coining the term "Raj"...Moxie's PR reps did not respond with comment before publication.
DEVELOPING..........
Posted by Moxie at 3:13 AM | Comments (4)
the La Brea tar pits
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The worst possible thing about being sick with some mystery ailment is waking up to find your 2 year-old kitty seems to have the same problem.
I dragged myself over to the vet's this afternoon, with a 15 lb cat in my handbag.
Three hundred bucks later, I am informed Putty Tat has some sort of newly acquired environmental asthma. The vet wanted to know if any new allergens had been introduced in the last 3 weeks.
Oh let me think...hmmmm...ah yes, for the last three weeks there has been a truck filled with hot, stinky smoking tar parked in front of MY house. They are putting new tar on the roof of the section 8 building next door. Tomorrow starts the 4th week of this environmental disaster. Where is Al Gore when you need him?
Obviously they parked the truck in front of my house, so the po' folks next door don't have to deal with the cloud of smoke generated from 8AM until 6PM every damn fucking day. Instead the wind blows it right into my home.
I told the vet that I too am suffering from the same symptoms as my cat. And if I open the windows, it's worse. If I close them the whole house STILL reeks of tar. It's a lose-lose situation.
Being ever industrious, I dialed up someone in the building next door. We can expect TWO more weeks before their roof is re-tarred. I'd like to tar and feather someone with a hot gooey lawsuit.
The vet wasn't sure if Puff Tatty's asthma will go away once the irritant is removed, but I am to keep him off the terrace, where he typically spends 75% of his afternoons. Assuming his condition cannot be fixed, that means 15 years of oral steroids and kitty inhalers. Yes, kitty inhalers. I laughed at first too, until the vet told me how much that would cost.
Of course this will come out of MY pocket, right?
Not to mention my own health, which is only marginally better if I take a bunch of OTC pills and suck on a primatene mist inhaler so I can breathe.
Steve H. suggested there must be an upside to living in libtopia -- in the form of some liberal do-gooder organization I can call, to point out that mother gaia is being polluted and have it stopped.
If anyone knows how I can do this, ASAP -- it would be much appreciated. Or if you can tell me how to scream at the workers in Spanish tomorrow, that's good too.
PS: I read that story about shelters halting adoptions on black cats, and thought how crazy! When the vet saw me, he was REALLY rude, asked ridiculous questions about Puff's care and when the tech brought him back she said, "he's not an outdoor cat, is he?" I told her no, he has the run of my terrace but he does not roam outdoors. She said there had been at least four black cats in the office during the past week -- all had been cut, beaten and abused. Sickos.
Posted by Moxie at 12:05 AM | Comments (4)
October 29, 2006
the elephant in the room
From the NYT:
Stephen Viscusi, 46, of Manhattan, said the divide has made dating even more fraught. Mr. Viscusi, who is gay and a Republican, said he has been rejected by Democratic suitors once they learn his political views.
Where people were once amused by the marriage of the Republican consultant Mary Matalin and her Democratic husband, James Carville, now they are fairly bewildered: These days, it is almost impossible to imagine a similar union springing up in Washington, or between any two people on opposite political sides.
This article regarding the political boundaries in daily life between red and the blue voters is interesting -- but for those of us who are conservative, the contents will not be surprising.
The article reminded me of a great 2004 piece researched and written by Richard Rushfield (who in real life is delightfully detached from politics).
But back to the NYT's article, not that long ago I went on a date with a man who described himself as "ultra conservative". So obviously when I met him, I was excited to reveal that I was also conservative and then settle into getting to know more about him.
Long story short, here's what happened after we ordered some food:
Me: I'm so happy to meet another conservative! There aren't many of us in Los Angeles.
Him: I don't know what you are talking about. That's not a good topic.
Me: Oh, I don't want to talk politics, only wanted to mention that we're on the same page.
Him: What are you talking about? You're a fucking crazy bitch.
Obviously, he was a knee-jerk lefty, one that accidentally clicked "ultra conservative" on his match.com profile.
Nothing else was said after he snapped at me, mainly because he walked out on dinner -- thankfully by the time I got home he had sent a three page screed which entertains me to this day. I will excerpt it below. Please excuse the typos, this is a Democrapper who never finished High School but he does get an A for imagination:
"First, I know why you only show your profile...HR Puff and Stuff (witchy Poo) that is you to the Nth degree. That is besides the point of your nose. My god...you almost poked my eye out before I reached you...seriously, surgery is in order...but make that way down the list. Your other issues come way before that. Jesus, women...you could cut glass! uuuugggggggggBut...the fact that you are a narrow minded, bitter, ignorant, tart ass, unintelligent, white trash piece of crap is amazing to me...I have to pay for this shit...GET OFF THIS AND ALL SITES NOW!
You are the reason there is Reality TV..you really are that stupid. My God, I wish I would have taped what the Frick came out of your sorry for an excuse mouth!Do you know how stupid you are...seriously...you are the most ignorant person I have ever met in my life (I am 42) apparently everybody you have met does as well! You are an embarrassment to all women who have fought to get the respect they deserve...you are the Jesse Jackson for women!
This is how sorry for an excuse you are...YOU GOT LEFT AT A RESTAURANTE...WALKED OUT ON!!!! EVERYBODY THAT SAW YOU THERE WITH ME...SAW ME LEAVE YOUR NEO-NAZI STUPID ASS. Me, of all people....a person who respects and gets along with everybody! I could have and should have left you with the bill...but that would have brainwashed (you don't have a brain, it is a figure of speech) even more so than what you are.
AGAIN: TAKE YOUR SHIT OFF OF THESE SITES...SERIOUSLY. YOU DON'T BELONG HERE...YOU ARE NO MATCH WITH ANYBODY. You are an accident waiting to happen.
You are the equilavent to a RACIST...call MEL ASAP!I AM SO DISGUSTED WITH WASTING MY TIME WITH A PERSON THAT IS SO BENEATH ME OR ANY MAN or WOMEN. IT IS DISGUSTING! YOU ARE DISGUSTING!"
The whole email was amazing to me, because we spent a grand total of 10 minutes together, most of which was ordering the food. Once he left of course, the two gentlemen at the table next to me asked me to join them -- marveling, they could hear everything -- and couldn't understand what made him so angry.
Because I'm conservative! They said, "so what? Eat with us at our table." And I did. It was very clear, there is no way I'd let someone like that ruin my evening.
As anyone who has read this blog will know, this was not the first time I went on a date with an open minded, tolerant liberal who soiled his panties over my politics.
Regardless, I'm working on a top secret project and you can help!
If any of you have a question about how to deal with a person whose politics are contrary to your own, please send me an email (as in, do not leave your questions in the comments). Doesn't have to be a dating situation, it can be a relative, friend or co-worker. You can even be a liberal with a question about us VRWC wackos.
I will answer your questions in future posts. Neither your name nor email address will be made public, of course.
Happy Sunday!
PS: The Remedy notes something I did too, but forgot to mention,
"This Anne Kornblut NYT piece on the fraying of friendships and relationships between Democrats and Republicans has both the ring of truth and a rather troubling subtext: every person in the piece who actively rejects a friend or family member over politics is a Democrat."
Posted by Moxie at 12:28 PM | Comments (23)
October 27, 2006
exciting morning
There was a problem at my hosting company last night and as you can see my last few entries and comments are lost.
I've also lost all email that might have been sent to me. So I'm not ignoring anyone, I can't find my magic mind reading cap!
Aside from that, I've managed to come down with some sort of flu. I'm dizzy, shivering (it's 89 degrees in LA today) and I woke up unable to breathe. Thanks to the miracles of modern medicine (not made from dead babies) I'm feeling a tad better.
In the meanwhile perhaps someone can explain to me how this ad is racist? Hilarious yes, but racist? No.
Those crazy libs.
Posted by Moxie at 2:20 PM | Comments (15)
October 18, 2006
Project Runway 3 finale
I know...all but three of my readers shun fashion. Therefore no big long entry.
But Uli was robbed tonight. Held up with a loaded air-brush and a few circus midgets.
Laura would have won easily had she done one or two pieces that were not evening gowns. But she's already going to be a bigger success than the winner...
Jeffrey.
His collection moved from acid wash rock star to circus freak not-so-chic.
In other words, he's great if you don't mind wearing leather pants crawling with VD or red polka dot dresses infested with rabid cockroaches and funnel-cake eating fat ladies.
His clothes looked dumpster dirty, constructed of recycled big-tent canvas. I wish he had the make-up artists paint replicas of his tacky neck tattoo on every model. Because every circus freak has a scar or tasteless tattoo.
Not to delve into the not-quite-resolved sewing issue and his over-budget collection but if I was really mean, I'd tell the true story about one of his sweatshop owners being questioned -- if he sewed any of Jeffrey's clothing -- and being dodgy, refusing to answer the question. "No" is pretty simple, right?
Despite Jeffrey's cheating, my overall personal opinion always comes from whether or not I'd wear it.
Would have worn almost anything from Uli or Laura's collection. And Jeffrey already has his own line, one I wouldn't force upon my worst enemy (A dimwitted, unfortunate-looking chick who stole my fiancé).
Very disappointing season. I'm at a loss for words.
But the upside is, Laura and Uli have had enough exposure to do their own things now and blow that talentless hack out of his own chinless body.
Sigh.
Posted by Moxie at 9:49 PM | Comments (20)
October 17, 2006
equal time
My liberal couch parasite "Butterfly" tells you all about what the left has to offer.
Posted by Moxie at 5:03 AM | Comments (7)
October 7, 2006
Mr. Ailes, I'm on your far right
After nearly a year of indisputable failure -- finally Pajamas Media has done something right -- Cathy Seipp is writing great columns for them.
Cathy writes an introduction on her blog, "Roger Ailes came to the TV Critics Assocation this summer, something he (so far) does about once every 10 years." You can reach her PJ column on the 10th anniversary of Fox News through that link, but no direct link. Sorry Aubrey.
The Fox News opening media presentation brought many to tears. It called out some writers in the room who predicted failure 10 years prior and also provided hard facts proving viability (and popularity!) of the cable news channel.
There might have been five other people in the room who were as delighted as I was. But I doubt it.
I was sitting next to Cathy at the press conference, and took one of those nice gratis Fox News note pads to jot down a snarky note to her, "How funny to hear lefty MSM journalists saying, 'Mr. Ailes, I'm on your far right!'"
You see, at the TCA press tour, the room is largely dark to those on the stage. So the writers with microphones try desperately to point themselves out to the star, media figure or studio executive to whom they are asking the question (or questions as some critics can be greedy).
Why I'm not sure. It's not like the TV people care who you are, they just want you to write something nice. Or in this case, to shut the gaping maws of the lefty skeptics.
And the best thing about being a writer is, it doesn't matter what you look like. You can dissect everyone and everything. You can pick on the powerful elite and remain virtually invisible -- as long as you never leave your house. Just ask Nikki Finke.
But details and explanations aside, it's nothing less than pee-your-pants funny to hear someone grumbling about having to ENDURE the torture of a Fox News conference (after enjoying a nice, free lunch on Fox's dime) then hear the same sort tell Roger Ailes he/she is on the far right. Even if it's "right" only in terms of direction within a dark ballroom filled with a plethora of scowling media faces -- it's more than clear where they seem to stand politically. That is, if you read their papers.
But who does that anymore?
After the conference, I commented -- I thought they'd be so much tougher with Mr. Ailes. They were so NICE to him!
Cathy said something along the lines of, "perhaps they worry someday soon they'll be working for him."
Posted by Moxie at 10:08 PM | Comments (5)
October 3, 2006
I am woman, read my cat blogging
Bentley likes to sit on my lap when I'm at the computer.
He thinks he's basically exactly like me and the other humans and does a lot of odd things for a cat.
So naturally, because I suffer from a youtube addiction, Bentley also enjoys watching 5-10 minutes of Youtube at a clip.
I cannot tell a lie, he's transfixed by this certain long video.
Warning to my gentle conservative readers, it is obviously made by your garden variety unwashed feminist who hates Bush. How do I know? She can't make an otherwise cute video without bashing our fearless leader out of sheer ignorance. I bet she's an "actress" and works at a fine dining establishment.
And I am willing to guarantee that she gets her news from the Daily Show, believes Al Gore invented the innerneck and thinks Michael Moore's fatumentaries are based on fact. Not obesity related delusions of GRANDeur.
Or maybe she's a tree humper, a dedicated hairy lesbian lover of Mother Earth.
This isn't pure speculation -- as you will see, she does put a filthy potted plant on her "clean" sheets. I realize the word "clean" is relative when you are dealing with liberals, but still.
Okay, I'm rambling. Here is Bentley's favorite video, please excuse the woman's Henry Waxman nostrils:
So after he stares at this for 5 minutes, I thought -- why not make this an educational experience for the little fellow -- because I am all about teaching and learning. It's my favorite thing next to science.
Perhaps I should preface this...Bentley figured out how to pee in the toilet as soon as he was big enough not to fall in, but in his 13 years he hasn't yet mastered the number 2 part.
He got shy and turned away while watching this, perhaps it's some unspoken code of privacy for cats?
Okay, enough. I have to get back to work.
Posted by Moxie at 12:25 AM | Comments (14)
