In this hard-hitting piece of investigative journalism, the New York Times blows the lid off chearleading, a brutal business that claims the lives of million every year. Or maybe it’s more. I haven’t read the article. But apparently girls are breaking their necks and shit. That’s pretty serious.
Passed narrowly by the House last week, the new funding package for the Iraq war with a timetable for withdrawal squeezed through the Senate today as well. Bush, of course, staunchly reaffirmed his commitment to veto the bill when it reaches his desk sometime next week. Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid said, “If the president vetoes this bill, it is an asterisk in history.He sets the record for undermining the troops more than any president we have ever had.” Zing!
Another asterisk in history is necessary to indicate that the Democrats now have a giant set of balls, and it’s the first time in about 50 years. And Bush, true to form, will do the dumbest thing imaginable and veto the bill. Democratic president, anyone?[WP][NYT]
I don’t know when the White House Correspondents dinner was this year and ordinarily I wouldn’t care, but a friend just brought this little gem to my attention and my mind is blown. It’s starts off a little slow but if you stick with it, there’s a serious payoff.
I think the bit with the Blackberry was an especially nice touch. And what was that swipe at Patrick Fitzgerald he tried to take? Jesus God, it was the most disturbing view of a deranged man’s psychological landscape I’ve ever witnessed. I didn’t know that Karl Rove was such a natural born comedian. From the way he dances, it pretty much proves that he’s an android, which is something I have been saying for years. Maybe that’s why they got him to do such wildly embarassing shit. No human would ever act this way unless they were totally fucking lit and as he said, he doesn’t drink alcohol. But maybe he was still doing his spot-on Patrick Fitzgerald impression. There’s really no way to know.
This is something I’ve been saving for ages, but since the weather is improving everyone’s moods [and hormone levels, HOLY CRAP!], let us elevate your mood a little more with this little gem. The Music Vid for Bonnie Tyler’s “Total Eclipse of the Heart”, to be exact. You already know and love the song, but have you seen the video? If you haven’t you should, because it’s the most brilliant thing probably ever made in music television. You can thank our friends Dustin and Timmy for this cinematic discovery.
So you thought we gave up did you? Well, we’re back. In this episode, Josh and Greg consider Walgreens, needle sharing, Second Life, blackface, and actually being funny and brief at times. This one’s shorter and sweeter than most, like Greg. Enjoy new music from Ted Leo, Beirut, and Caetano Veloso respectively. To properly savor spring: 1) download this to your podcast 2) grab an US Weekly 3) lay down in the cool grass 4) savor.
Sickening nerves had me reaching for everyone’s favorite poison– Not alcohol, or meth, but kindly tobacco. Simultaneously, Thailand was on fire. Slash and burn agriculture set the entire country literally ablaze. Already pollution-choked cities like Chiang Mae and Bangkok produced beyond emergency levels of smog, or so the State Department told me in email alerts suggesting I stay inside. Public health workers stood by the side of streets handing out masks from the backs of pick-up trucks. I’m from Houston. I didn’t give a fuck.
Cigarette packs in Thailand sport grotesque real life photographs of black lungs, gunky teeth and emaciated citizens on respirators. Good for them, but when a day in the life of your everyday Thai person is like smoking three packs a day, why suck the joy out of it? Under such circumstances, smoking an extra menthols made me feel clean
Cigarettes don’t give you cancer. Livining in Thailand gives you cancer.
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Some articles are about issues. The best are about moments. This article from the New York Times Magazine breathlessly documents one of those split second actions that change life completely. And it’s about baseball, which as we know is about as exciting as unsharpened pencils. “Head Trip” defines schmaltzy and glorious cheese. Read it.
