NOTE: I WAS GOING TO POST THIS EARLIER, BUT WAS WAITING ON A REPLY FROM HUFFPO. STILL WAITING, SO ON WITH THE SHOW!
I know,
nice and vague, just the way I detest things, but there's a reason
for this and it has to do with a couple of ideas that have been
rolling around the old noggin, that were put there by some magic
fairies, one of whom is Andi-Roo and the other, is Jason Linkins, he
of the hilarious, but dead-on descriptions and
I've-boiled-down-this-Sunday-show-so-you-don't-have-to-watch-the-horror
or “EAT THE PRESS” as it's known over on HuffPo. It is no secret the I <3 Jason.
He sends
out weekly updates of the crap he's been reporting on all week, but
this merited particular attention “Let's Put a Park on the Moon ForSome Reason!” Oh dear god. Of course, I sped right over to HuffPo
to play along. First off Newt Gingrich has some kind of moon fixation
that he should probably see a shrink about, along with several other
weird fixations, but hey, that's Newt! Secondly, the bill from 2
congresspersons, Dems Donna Edwards (D-Md.) and Eddie Bernice Johnson
(D-Tx.) would created a National Park around all of the junk left
around on said Moon by missions Apollo 11 through 17.
Honey, you need to stand closer to that rover thingy. Damn! Honey, did you pack the sunscreen?
Daddy, can I have the keys to the lunar module tonight?
Newt is
thinking this is all a swell idea, with all of the moonbeam ideas he
has had, like mirrors in space to aid in parking and crime-fighting
or something. I guess the mirrors just fry the miscreants like so
many bugs under a magnifying glass. Saves money spent on those slowly
turning wheels of justice.
Zzzzzzzzt! "Nice going, dude. You just fried Betty Sue, Knuckles McGoon is still on the loose!"
So, to
get to the point and so you can see I'm not raving any more than
usual, we get the comments section, and Christ on a cracker, everyone
is deadly serious about this. If people really stop and think, there
is a snowball's chance in hell of anything of this sort passing. The
moon belongs to the planet earth. I think Russia, China, Germany,
France and Britain may have something to say about this. Eminent
Domain, anyone? Just because we got there first, is it
ollie-ollie-oxen-free? I think not. Someone was caviling about Space
Law, and really? Is there such a thing? I treated it with the irony
and sarcasm it deserved and moved on.
What got
to me is this: Last week there was another article about Egypt
possibly moving onto a position of working towards a democratic
state. Let's face it. A state who wishes to transition towards
democracy, in this day and age is in for a perilous road indeed.
Outside forces will do much to see that either does not happen, or
will insert key players into the mix to try and subvert the best of
intentions. I am glossing this over in the interests of brevity. As
an American, I do NOT think we should be involved in the Middle East;
they must find their way. There are many, many brilliant and
passionate people there who are devoted to their countries and who
are looking for a better way that does not include Al Qaida, the
Taliban, or Tribalism.
I truly think that in the main, the entire 5th estate is a giant bag of dicks. So there!
Read the article that got me revved up here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/07/05/david-brooks-egypt_n_3551427.html
What got
me about this, is the article was the last of a series of articles
written by David Brooks, of the New York Times, where
he in essence, after a series of articles, touting the insurgence in
Egypt, explaining that over time, mitigating forces will calm the
Muslim Brotherhood, as has been seen elsewhere, he just all of a
sudden comes up with this gem: the conclusions that Egyptians “lack
the basic mental ingredients for democracy.” This was after a
series of articles that explained and defined the approach to a
democratic process. As Mr. Linkin of HuffPo pointed out, “a more
charitable view defined by Max Read would be (“Shall we note here,
the day after Independence Day that it took the United States of
America 13 years to after rejecting monarchy to settle on a
constitutional form of government.”)
So, the argument becomes that their descendants aren't smart or capable enough for democracy?
A
wonderful point, and what a slap in the face to the Egyptians. Let's
see; they were responsible for building the pyramids. The library of
Alexandria, Astronomy, Mahmeluks of the Ottoman Empire resided there,
as well as in Istanbul. Yet, the comments section was horrendous. I
have never heard so much bigotry and stupidity and bias in my life.
In a very fair, and balanced, but also nuanced way to show how wrong
David Brooks is, a fair amount of the people who read Mr. Linkin's articles, who shouldn't; they don't have the brains, or their filters are too widely meshed to
follow Mr. Linkin's logic, so they take what he is saying at face
value, when what he is doing is the opposite, he is telling us in his patented Jason way, (which I LOVE) that Brooks needs to just stop writing. Mr. Jason does this brilliantly to dunderheads who need a good public shame-ass-kicking.
So,
of course, I have to weigh in with my sharp tongue and it is indeed
sharp and I can eviscerate, as follows. I ran across this gem of a
comment and after I peeled myself off the ceiling, I went to work:
Okay, so you just read the article and the bit about the Founding Fathers and chose to ignore that? Lessee here...
I actually mis-spoke regarding the 13 years to detach from the British monarchy, although technically it is true, as the American Revolution was fought for a few years. I riposted with this:
By now, I am just sick and tired of what has become an argument gone off-the-rails. We are way off point, if we are besmirching my googling skillls and my apparent lack of ESP, since I didn't make the automatic link between "unable to do democracy and garbage city" and come up with Egypt. I don't think that's ESP and it sure as hell ain't mathematics; it smells suspiciously like prejudice and bias to me, and yes, Giglawyer, (I googled him; he's some kind of half-assed musician, as well as a half-assed lawyer) the Ottoman Empire weighs heavily into all of this, you asshole, since the Mamelukes were part of the Empire for quite a while. Go find a copy of "Asia Minor For Dummies." I am sure it's in there. But, I did not say this.
I had crafted a carefully-worded argument about his fallacious assumption and told him his argument was specious. He had no evidence to base the Egyptians' inability to handle democracy, other than their ability to pick up after themselves, which in and of itself, proves nothing. I stated that, being a lawyer, or implying such by his title, he must have at least had one or two courses in rhetoric and logic, as I was required to do so, by the Jesuits, because, Jesuits... Since he cared so little for staying on topic, my last 2 sentences were something like, "Please do not reply; admit you were bested and move on. You are becoming a Royal Pain in my Ass. (In essence, I PWNED him, because he had no closer. But, I, in turn was pwned by the system. My final remark to him was removed. Either because I said "Ass" or he had it removed; which is entirely possible, so I'm re-creating it here.
I really don't give a good goddamned who wins or loses an argument, as long as it is fought intelligently and with the Marquis de Queensberry's rules, even if we're not boxing. With the Trayvon Martin ruling, we have once again seen some horrendous, egregiously bad law in play, from top to bottom. The "Stand Your Ground" law in Florida, signed by Governor Rick Scott, R-FLA, who couldn't understand a law, even if it was just the law of gravity, signed the thing. Its deliberately ambiguous language, the porous construction of the bill itself allows for a multitude of interpretations. It is a bad law, that favors people who are wielding weapons, EXCEPT when we don't want it to, as in the case of a Florida woman who fired a warning shot. An African-American woman, who is serving 20 years. She killed no one. She invoked the "Stand Your Ground" law. Next time, she'll kill. I would have killed, after a 3rd warning, no warning shot, nothing. But, I am white. I am also deemed (I love that word) mentally ill. Actually, I may give no warning. It's all that vague in Florida.
Mentally ill I may be, but I do keep my promises (don't you love the smooth segue?). Back on May 22, 2013, I wrote a post about my 3rd husband and what an unmitigated bastard he turned out to be. I went from being the "best thing that ever happened," said to me, by him when his slut of a daughter became pregnant, her senior year of high school in 1997, to utter garbage in 6 short years. I stayed mum and listened to him during all of that drama.
When I fell ill, a mere 6 years later, he really treated me horribly and the mental abuse began. I ran away from the marriage, with a physically failing heart in January, 2005, in fear for my life. Not that he would physically abuse me, but that my ailing heart would stop. Not one person in that family cared, asked, or tried to contact me, with the exception of my ex-husband, who wrote a letter in March, I believe of 2005. I was staying with a violinist friend, half-blind, playing when I could. He wrote, asking for money. In that post, found here, http://homelesschroniclesintampa.blogspot.com/2013/05/row80-wednesday-check-in-post-9.html I talked about some of the things done and said at the end of the marriage.
I understand that it is a two-way concern. I really wanted this marriage to work, but somewhere into the 1st year, I felt a change and I was never able to re-establish closeness. No matter. I have made it clear to him and the family that he was to at least acknowledge the first post, or I would reveal some other details which I am sure he would prefer not be made public. Since my wants and needs were of such little consideration while we were married, let me return the favor.
Bill Nunnally, I really didn't appreciate the 8-ball jags on weekends at the house on Annie Street in the late '90s. While you and Herb may have enjoyed them, at the time, they terrified me. Y'all were up all night, jabbering and then getting meaner than snakes towards the end. Now, I'd put you both down for the mad dogs you are. John Holley may know about it, but I'd be willing to bet the girls don't. There is a reason I never did coke. It's a goddamned werewolf. And I am an addict. I've known that since I quit drinking the first time.
I knew it the night at PJ's when, after 14 years of sobriety, you said "Hey, one beer ain't gonna hurt." I knew it would and it did. It's on my head, but you cannot act as if you are the wronged party here. I told you over, and over, and over that I was an alcoholic. When you offered me coke, I thought "What's next, is he going to be selling my ass on Nebraska?" Drinking was bad enough and hard enough to quit. Anyway, enough dirty laundry. You ready to admit you read this, and maybe did some of this shit, or do you want a few more installments? I'm real good at this.
When I fell ill, a mere 6 years later, he really treated me horribly and the mental abuse began. I ran away from the marriage, with a physically failing heart in January, 2005, in fear for my life. Not that he would physically abuse me, but that my ailing heart would stop. Not one person in that family cared, asked, or tried to contact me, with the exception of my ex-husband, who wrote a letter in March, I believe of 2005. I was staying with a violinist friend, half-blind, playing when I could. He wrote, asking for money. In that post, found here, http://homelesschroniclesintampa.blogspot.com/2013/05/row80-wednesday-check-in-post-9.html I talked about some of the things done and said at the end of the marriage.
I understand that it is a two-way concern. I really wanted this marriage to work, but somewhere into the 1st year, I felt a change and I was never able to re-establish closeness. No matter. I have made it clear to him and the family that he was to at least acknowledge the first post, or I would reveal some other details which I am sure he would prefer not be made public. Since my wants and needs were of such little consideration while we were married, let me return the favor.
Bill Nunnally, I really didn't appreciate the 8-ball jags on weekends at the house on Annie Street in the late '90s. While you and Herb may have enjoyed them, at the time, they terrified me. Y'all were up all night, jabbering and then getting meaner than snakes towards the end. Now, I'd put you both down for the mad dogs you are. John Holley may know about it, but I'd be willing to bet the girls don't. There is a reason I never did coke. It's a goddamned werewolf. And I am an addict. I've known that since I quit drinking the first time.
I knew it the night at PJ's when, after 14 years of sobriety, you said "Hey, one beer ain't gonna hurt." I knew it would and it did. It's on my head, but you cannot act as if you are the wronged party here. I told you over, and over, and over that I was an alcoholic. When you offered me coke, I thought "What's next, is he going to be selling my ass on Nebraska?" Drinking was bad enough and hard enough to quit. Anyway, enough dirty laundry. You ready to admit you read this, and maybe did some of this shit, or do you want a few more installments? I'm real good at this.
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