“A Massive Pit of Sex”

Sounds like fun, doesn’t it? In any case, here’s our own home-grown evangelical wingnut “Dr.” Charles McVety expressing some manufactured outrage over the activities of a group attempting to revive the “Summer of Love” experience from the late 60s for the benefit of nostalgic baby-boomers and others who just want to recreate in an openly sexual manner.

But let’s now turn to the matter at hand [insert joke here] which is brought to our attention by “Unrepentant Old Hippie” with respect to “Dr” McVety’s latest phony “outrage” concerning a wonderful mural at Rideau Hall by Norval Morrisseau entitled “Androgyny” which it has been said, “represents the Ojibway shaman’s world view, showing a thriving and bountiful world in which all the diverse elements are in perfect balance.” How entirely… Canadian.

I’ve been a bit out of the loop recently and wasn’t aware that Canada had “officially” been declared “a homosexual country” so the picture from Canadian Press of Harper’s new cabinet posing in front of the aforementioned mural now seems more than a little curious. Would it be fair to presume that perhaps a statement of some kind is being made here? Maybe… just maybe… in a rather discrete way, Harper is signaling that he will be faithful to his election night promise to be more inclusive. And maybe also this is a not entirely unclear message that his new government has little patience for the intolerant views of fringe-dwelling, batshit crazy nutcases like “Dr.” McVety.

Who knows? If that’s actually the case, then kudos to Steven Harper! That’s definitely something worthy of applause and appreciation.


Signed. Sealed. Delivered.

Wonkette editor Ken Layne unloads a blistering attack on pretty much everything in a piece that poses a rather salient question:

“Who Wants to Be President of HELL?”

Notwithstanding all the faithful talk of “hope” and “change” surely it’s an inquiry that has to have occurred to just about everyone.

If you’re poor – and you probably are, because John McCain says you need at least $5 million to be considered wealthy – then you no longer have the stuff that helped you survive. Credit. No crappy used car with a 16 percent interest rate for you, hobo. No more buying groceries on the Discover card and carrying that balance forever. No more raises. Hell, no more jobs.

Presidential candidates have been trotting out that “This is the generation that for the first time could do worse than their parents” line for a generation now. And you know what? We are here now. This is it. Only cheap credit and fancy accounting and cheap energy and Chinese labor dragged out our “prosperity” for this long, because the collapse really began in the early 1980s, during the Great Reagan Recession from which we’ve never truly recovered.

Sure, the rich did well, especially in the 1990s. Before this year, anyway. But that’s the top 5 percent of Americans, the households bringing home more than $150,000 a year, and more honestly the top 1.5 percent of American households, the ones earning more than $250,000.

The rest of you? Eh, not so good. Your income declined. Your debt exploded. If you’ve got a mortgage, well, sorry about that. If you’re renting, hopefully your speculator landlord won’t lose the place and make you homeless. On September 29, when the Standard & Poor’s 500 index fell 8.4 percent in a single session, all 500 company stocks plunged except for one: Campbell’s Soup.

We’ll all be eating canned soup, soon, and we’ll be lucky if it’s a fancy name brand soup like Campbell’s. Who would want to be president of this bankrupt national wreckage?

Okay, so maybe Layne is a little bleak about things at the moment and it could be argued is overly dire about what the future holds for America, but there’s certainly something that resonates in his article that taps into the current mood of foreboding misery.


Oh look, Steven Harper has shuffled his cabinet. Could we care less?

Hey, way to go Conservative voters in Saanich and the Islands! You now have a Minister of State for Sport. How thrilling. Oh, and I just love Chuck Strahl’s new title: Minister of Northern Development and Federal Interlocutor for Métis and Non-Status Indians. Bet that’s hard to cram onto a business card.

A Brief Digression…

Fed up with politics? Me too.

From a TED lecture, John Hodgman rambles hilariously through a nonsensical tale about aliens, physics, lost time, space, sex pyramids, sandworms and how all of these disparate things “somehow contribute to a sweet, perfect memory of falling in love.”

“The Soul of Germany”

An advocate for Proposition 8 on the California ballot — an initiative that would outlaw SSM — here draws a convoluted parallel between Hitler and gays. It’s an argument that’s entirely beyond stupid (not to mention highly inappropriate when considering historical realities), but nevertheless it gets rousing support of the crowd in attendance.

Backstage With Bill Clinton

I tuned out most of last night’s Obama “infomercial” but did watch Clinton’s passionate endorsement. Whether you agree or disagree with him for whatever reason (and there are plenty), it can’t be denied that he’s a superlative speaker and gifted politician.

“Joe the Aspiring Country Music Singer”

Olbermann on the fraudulence of “Joe the Plumber” and his extended 15 minutes of fame.

What? Doesn’t every “middle-class” Joe six-pack (or for that matter Phil the Bricklayer, Rose the Teacher, Tom the Carpenter, Tito the Builder, et. al.) have a publicist?

Update: How Sharper than a Serpent’s Tooth is an Ungrateful Rogue. (Videos work for Americans only — stupid CRTC. Everyone else has to go here.)