The Rudeness Rocks, Again

The Rude Pundit:

So, dear Obama campaign, you have to use the word “lie.” You wanna make an ad about the Bridge to Nowhere? Call McCain and Palin’s assertions “lies.” People don’t give a fuck about “exaggerations” or “misleading statements.” That’s lawyer talk. Don’t you get it, you stupid fucks? You call the Bridge to Nowhere statement or the plane-on-E-bay line a lie, you say it everywhere you and your people go, and then the McCain campaign has to prove it’s not a fucking lie. That’s the way this cocksucking game works. The honorable part is in not being a fucking liar yourself.

Goddamnit. Every fucking election the Rude Pundit can remember the word “lie” has been out there, low fruit, ready to be plucked, but the Democratic candidates are just too pussified to reach for it. John Kerry went down in flames because he didn’t call out liars.

And it’s not only the issue of lying. Go after their personal weaknesses. You should be making ads that imply McCain is too old to be president. And if you’re criticized for it, you gotta say, “I think it’s up to Senator McCain to demonstrate he has the necessary energy for this job.”

Stay angry. Again: The McCain campaign just said that Barack Obama wants to teach 6 year-olds how to fuck. That deserves a little more of a response than it’s “perverse” or whatever shit the Obama campaign just put out.

You want the best route? Here it is: emasculate John McCain. Use Palin to cut his nuts off. Constantly say shit like, “Am I running against John McCain or Sarah Palin?” or “If the Republicans wanted her to be president, they should have nominated her” or “Maybe Republicans are used to a vice president that runs the show” or whatever. Make McCain have to defend himself. Turn him into Palin’s bitch. It’ll make him insane. And if there’s one thing that Republicans hate most about women, it’s the perception of the castrating bitch telling men what to do (see all the shit about Hillary Clinton).

In other words, Obama campaign, as so many others have advised, go on offense, and that means you have to offend.

Makes perfect sense to me.

Late Night Music: Al Green

I always liked Al Green. I saw him live once back in 1974 or 75 at one of the big Broadway theaters in New York and it stands out in my memory as one of the great concerts I’ve ever seen. His voice has always given me goosebumps, and since I’ve not seen or heard from Al Green for along time now, I’m happy to find that it still does.

I always thought of him as just a singer, and it’s nice to learn that he’s also a guitar player, but man, who picked out that strap!

Poking The Bear

I’m one of those who kind of went to sleep after Edwards dropped out of the primaries and the Clinton/Obama Media-fueled marathon began in earnest back in February or March. I got so fed up with the Corporate Media’s manipulation of the “horse race” that I completely tuned out, sat in a tree, cut the soles off my shoes, and learned to play the guitar.

So there I was this weekend, away in a mountain paradise, playing my new favorite guitar 8 or 9 hours a day when suddenly this slutty librarian shows up on my TeeVee and gets my attention. Her rugged good looks and porn-like appeal seduced me. Like Paul Guilfoyle’s character in “The Local Stigmatic” (my shameless plug for an unknown masterpiece), I didn’t want to look, but I couldn’t look away and actually wound up watching a disgustingly large dose of the Republican Convention. As I’m sure you’ve surmised by now, I was appalled.

Well I’ve woken up, it seems. I’m writing again, at least I am today, and that speaks volumes because the music in my head still beckons me. That awful show of greed, arrogance, and spiteful nastiness has energized me once again to revive this blog and get active once again. Maybe I’ll even write a song or something.

I will leave you with two things.

The first is a link to another inspiring article by the inimitable TRex:

And that, of course, to answer Jessica’s question, is why she inspires such spitting rage in anyone with a higher than room temperature IQ. Palin is the veritable epitome of a certain gorgon that appears in every bright, unconventional person’s evolution, the glassy-eyed, vindictive, forcibly cheery robotic Enforcer of the Status Quo who will do absolutely everything she can to punish and humiliate you for not being docile and gormless like the other kids. She doesn’t think it’s safe for you to be taught evolution or to read Harry Potter. In fact, she wants the government to make all moral decisions for all families in the name of protecting The Children.

For me, she was a high school teacher, a Bible thumping, buttoned-up Talibangelical who petitioned our (also fundie) principal to have me sent to the Alternative School for being openly gay. She insisted that I posed “a danger to students” and exerted a “Charles-Manson-like” pull over other kids by “promoting a dangerous and amoral lifestyle”.

The principal declined to act on her suggestion, although I suspect that my volcanically angry parents may have had some influence over his decision. Also, two or three more level-headed teachers came to my aid, but it was a close one.

Later on, of course, that sweet-voiced termagant’s own children went feral. Her eldest son (surprise!) failed out of Georgia Tech after he got a young lady pregnant. He married her, but both bride and groom were living at home with their parents again within a month. I think he’s still there, actually.

And this is why I’m going to break the next sanctimonious finger that gets waved in my face by one of these Christian Fascist types, who preach their “Family Values” at me while living lives that are so, so far from spotless. Bristol Palin and her baby-daddy Levi are neither one bound for college at this point, both below drinking age and already roped into a PR-mandated shotgun marriage that will doubtless end in bitterness and divorce. Meanwhile, even Howard Kurtz isn’t above mentioning reports that Governor Palin’s eldest son Track enlisted in the military not out of patriotism, but as a means of avoiding prison time that resulted from an arrest for vandalism and possession and possible distribution of cocaine.

The Palins are clearly a family in crisis, a bleeding sacrifice on the altar of their mother’s overweening ambition. And apparently the kids didn’t learn these acting-out behaviors far from home, either.

Andrew Sullivan:

Family Values Update

05 Sep 2008 02:42 pm

Is the party of traditional marriage aware that the vice-presidential nominee actually eloped with her now-husband? And just in case you missed it: Scott Richter, Todd Palin’s former business partner, has just filed an emergency motion to seal his divorce papers.

And there you have it, the blazing hypocrisy that lies in every Right Winger’s heart in one neat, easy nutshell. Sarah Palin wants to be able to tell you how to live your life and raise your kids when she can’t even manage her own.

The second is a video that made me feel a little better about things:

McCain’s Wandering Eyes

Of course we all knew this was coming, right? Pretty obvious, really.