Glenn Reynolds says a lot of silly bullshit, but how’s this for a slice of fried wrong?
The Gay Left and Tea Party Right might even want to talk to each other; they may find they’ve got more in common than they realize.
Roy wants to know just how that détente is working out lately, with reference to certain amusing/spooky right-wing responses to the end of the HIV+ travel ban. But then the premise is so inherently goofy it would anyhow only have ever appealed to, you know, morons: the pro-torture internet libertarian set, or else the gay guys who love them. Because, like, if the tea-baggers are, as we are solemnly informed, the Right-wing Base, the Common Clay of the New American Crazy, well then! Neither they nor their Intellectual Heroes have ever been particularly lovey-dovey cuddly with the Gays, at least not in public, embarrassing representations to the contrary not-with-mother-fucking-standing.
After all, observe how the Conservative Hero at the center of the Most Crucial Key Sea-Change Political Event in the Entire Frickin’ History of the American Experiment relies on bog-standard gay-baiting culture-warrior horseshit every bit as much as he does on tired waterhead make-believe “deficits are wrong” hooey.
There’s just no question Tea-Baggery is nothing more than a bunch of idiots screaming the same old mindless slogans, or else hilariously misspelling the same old mindless slogans on hand-lettered signs. And this fundamentally involves disliking the idea of equal rights for homosexuals.
And here is where the God-Hating Lesbian Vampires come in (bet you were wondering about that from the title. My technique here is that of Building Up Dramatic Tension). Here is an NRO reviewer extravagantly praising the authors of a new vampire book for making “one of the boldest artistic choices I’ve seen in a while,” namely, making the insane arch-evil serial killer villain — get this — a sinister homosexual who does not much care for Jesus.
Because, you see, “conservatives” are all about making the country safe for that sort of shit. So hoist the tea-bags, full screed ahead. Or something.
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saTHERSday night lesbian vampire edition!
SaThersday!
I honestly don’t think Teh Gays are interested in being teabagged by that lot. God knows what you might catch, though rabies and mad cow disease come to mind
GODLESS gay lesbian vampires.
SaThersday night and Halloween!
Oh, great idea there, Glenn. Let’s get the “gay left” together with the teabaggers and count the hours before we have another hate-crime torture-murder case on our hands. Brilliant.
I don’t know which is scarier to the wingnuts. ;-)
many of the godly would consider that a redundancy
You might catch the ‘cold Robbies’, too.
Yup. Happy Pagan Irish New Year!
Oh come on now. The gays wouldn’t be that rough on them. ;-)
I’ve been adding names to cemeteries at ‘FindAGrave’. I think that must count for something this time of year.
Good evening. Blogging in my nightie & my witch hat.
Ya mean you’re recruiting for ACORN?
I thought that was what you always wore to blog.
so ya went with your usual attire instead of a costume? (/s)
whatcha drinking edp?
Pint of bitter, please!
EDP & Suzanne: Great minds think alike.
But your both wrong. Normally I don’t wear a nightie.
*sliding pint of bitter down the bar to ya*
Samhain?
It’s all about the wart-curing, man.
*hitting brain bleach button*
hahahahaha
Doesn’t that chafe on the broomstick?
Ahem.
A PINT OF PLAIN IS YOUR ONLY MAN.
You have a dirty mind. Normally I wear jeans or sweats. Heh.
Good Evening all !
How’s it going this All Hallows Eve?
swoooosh
that went completely over my head dood
Ahhhh. That’s brilliant. Thanks.
“The Workmans Friend”
When things go wrong and will not come right,
Though you do the best you can,
When life looks black as the hour of night -
A pint of plain is your only man.
When money’s tight and hard to get
And your horse has also ran,
When all you have is a heap of debt -
A pint of plain is your only man.
When health is bad and your heart feels strange,
And your face is pale and wan,
When doctors say you need a change,
A pint of plain is your only man.
When food is scarce and your larder bare
And no rashers grease your pan,
When hunger grows as your meals are rare -
A pint of plain is your only man.
In time of trouble and lousey strife,
You have still got a darlint plan
You still can turn to a brighter life -
A PINT OF PLAIN IS YOUR ONLY MAN.
dayam — i shudda had a pint instead of two husbands
I resemble that!
Yankees up by three
I hate the Yankees !
Somewhere in a bar in NYC, my son is screaming for joy.
FTFY
I should imagine the husbands would have led to the pints.
I’ve only had the one wife, but perhaps at some point I may have caused her a desire to drink, hard as that may be to imagine…
My 10-year-old son is staying up with me to watch the World Series. In 10-Year-Old-Boy terms, this is an Awesome Night.
speaking of desire to drink — how did the curtain climbers enjoy the holiday?
Make that a 2 run lead Philly just scored
I think that Glenn must have just picked up Atwood’s “the Handmaid’s Tale” for the first time. Of course, that was written so far back that such a dystopia might have been possible…but the fundies sure pooped in that nest over the next three decades.
Must have an awesome dad to let him stay up and watch baseball.
When my son was a little younger than 10, I informed him that after he went away to college I’d never go to another baseball game in my life. He got a sad look and said: Not even if I come home & want to go with you? Of course, no male of college age or older would be seen dead at a baseball game with his mother.
Seeing that Jesus was a flesh-eating zombie (hey it’s in the gospels ya’know) I would imagine he might regard vampires as. . .competition.
But like all of the Right, Glennypoo is in a real quandary when it comes to Teh Ghey. The old bullshit just don’t sell no more now that Adam Lambert is topping the charts, Jane Lynch is Queen of Comedy, Rachel Maddow is the greatest thing to hit cable since Mystery Science Theater 3000, and Neil Patrick Harris (dare I say it?) RULES THE WORLD!!!!
THe Halloween rush has finished. Damn cold outside for ghosts and witches.
Would you like some “Teenage Pink Pistol-Packing” with that buzzword salad? ;)
Doug Hoffman pushed my GayDar to 11.
My shift is over , where is my relief ?
In an half an hour early , out an half an hour late .
People suck !
g’evening Thers, Suze, & Pups.
I can’t think of anything scarier than a RepubliKKKan showing up on my doorstep.
maybe in the break room polishing off the treats?
I’ll just cut to the bone here – Reynolds’ hemispheric turbulence leads him to say very wrong shit more often than the statistical norm, as this little exercise in holding two contrary notions within the canyons of his noggin and hoping they kiss has once again demonstrated.
;>)
“Of course, no male of college age or older would be seen dead at a baseball game with his mother.”
Unless your name is Keith Olberman
I love the expression, “Gay Left.” Tim LaHaye and Jerry Jenkins should collaborate on a “Gay Left Behind” series. I’ll bet Gay Rapture beats the Hell out of the other kind…
Glen Reynolds is flatulence in the cosmic ether.
Loved it! But trying to explain the concept of “you’ve had enough candy” to a 3-Year-Old is difficult.
Mom took them trick or treating — we alternate years, for sanity’s sake — and the 3-Year-Old this year was in a Spider-Man costume. He was apparently singing the “Spider-man” cartoon song at the top of his lungs anytime someone opened the door, which was Charming. He has a pillowcase full of sugar you would not believe…
Helps that the gay right is obviously only in it for the moolah.
When my son get to be 40-something, and I’m near 80, he might consider it. Wasn’t Keith’s mother around 90? There are old-hag exceptions to a lot of rules.
Wonder if wingnuts read mysteries? The latest rage is a gay vampire mystery solver and no I haven’t read any. Mostly I don’t like vampires.
It could be: Gay? RIGHT!
I never intended to raise him as a Yankees fan — I grew up in Queens and am Mets all the way (which is usually not very far) — but his friends are, and this is Important in a way that only 10-year-olds get.
Gay Republicans aka Stall Warts.
Always remind me too much of Republicans and bankers.
i would believe. one year baby girl was ariel and sang every song from the movie while being escorted. i hate that fucking little mermaid movie — she was on the ariel kick for over a year and wanted everything ariel.
i remember those days well – oy — hide that pillowcase well.
Vampires are overdone. Let’s have some love for the werewolves.
I do understand exactly. Not much of a sports fan of any sort, though I do have a bit a of a soft spot for the Cubs from spending 12 years living 5 blocks from Wrigley.
that wasn’t nearly as bad as i feared db
The trouble with gay vampires is I wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea when vampires only wanted to suck my neck.
Yeah. Rather tame for Halloween and all, especially with the Rethugs eating their own and all.
And, a Saturday nite and Halloween.
Almost as awesome as it gets.
On the west coast, we’re still madly giving out candy. And, ignoring the dog locked in the bedroom.
It’s a blast.
nice group portrait of an average bunch of neocons!
I like werewolves. The old movies are best with Lon Chaney.
:)
The little ones are too funny though. The 5-Year-Old in her Cinderalla outfit cracks me up: utterly girlish, but also whaled on her older brother with a plastic pumpkin when he teased her.
Trying to keep it mainstream, Suz.
;>)
Chaney or Cheney, they’re all scary.
Link.
Whoa, I thought you were trying to scare me on halloween with a description of the HRC.
Sounds like a Riot Grrrl in the making.
You go, ghoulfriend!
More variety than Bush Admin Halloweens where everyone came as Palpatine.
of course she does — she’s gotta hold her own with the older and the younger.
POTUS showed up dressed as a socialist muslim.
You like? Some might seem more photogenic than others.
;>)
Oh, so he changed suits.
Had to google that one.
I noticed they didn’t say what POTUS came as. I’m not even gonna guess. Summers came as Fatman.
Better watch that one, plastic pumpkins are fast becoming the weapon of choice for inner-city gangs.
He fell asleep with his face in his mitt. An American boy.
awwww at least ya only have to carry him to bed and not the car from the bleachers.
Pullover sweater. Probably made from the wool of communist sheep.
And his proud Dad.
Nice.
Poor dog, what kind of Howl-oween is that?
You had to dig up that old gag again, eh?
;>)
I read somewhere that Nosferatu married his manicurist.
OK, drifting my own self. Niters!
Nite!
g’nite thers
g’nite
We had a Meowoween tonight. It was the third & last night of Haunted Huguenot Street. I was a caboose (meaning I made sure no group members dawdled) on Eric’s (he’s the Executive Director) tours. He lives on the street and owns 3 cats. One of them, a gorgeous black & white (tail is black with a white tip), followed the group for several of the stories. Another, orange, sat on the steps of the house where they used to live, when we stopped there, and wouldn’t stop meowing. It was quite the animal addition to the program.
ooooh that sounds lovely ecahn
Did I embarrass myself again? =D
There were very few houses giving out candy tonight — unlike 20 years ago when this neighborhood was Halloween Central. This was the most important night of the year for our two kids, and we loved it too.
Sounds like a good time. Glad to hear the kitties enjoyed it too.
I have only had one trick-or-treater in the 11 years I have lived here. Of course I live in a second floor apartment, but still.
’twas. It had rained all day, and I was worried about the weather. But, besides a couple of spritzes, it was dry, and very mild (65), and at a couple of points the clouds scudded across an almost full moon. Tree branches, especially old black locusts, silouetted. Very Halloweeny.
It all sounds wonderful! I loved hearing about the tours.
i didn’t have any during the 5 years at the cabin. i don’t expect any up here — its pretty rural. when i was in the apt in the sf east bay, the last couple years i noticed the number of trick or treaters and the number of households giving out candy decreased significantly each year. not like when my girls were little girls when i would give out several bowls worth each year.
I need a kitteh, so I tried to talk Eric out of one of his, but he wasn’t giving.
Really, we loved it! And my little crew of two made havoc with construction paper and glue for decoration.
I suppose you do have to reward the one trick-or-treater who brought a trampoline.
is there toilet paper stuck to the bottom of your shoe? :)
Naaw. He picked his nose in front of the CCTV.
Think I will toddle off. Take care all.
This neighborhood is famous for home decorations and great carved jack-o-lanterns. Which is still true, MrCE and I did the walk and drive around. Very talented pumpkin carvers here in Cleveland!
g’nite dr (pause) dick
That sounds great. High here today was in the 50s but quickly dropped into the 30s. Hope I don’t find any kids frozen on the lawn tomorrow. I hate when that happens.
Reminds me of that Deep Thought by Jack Handey: “If you want to sue somebody, just get a little plastic skeleton and lay it in their yard. Then tell them their ants ate your baby.”
niters
One of the stories in the Haunted Huguenot Street was of a child’s skeleton they dug up under the basement floor of one of the oldest houses. They had a skeleton laid out on a table, but I think it wasn’t real. Coming to think of it though, I’ll have to make sure. The stories are all real, i.e., reported in the paper, documented in library, or first person reporting. Which doesn’t make them all true, of course. But digging up the child’s skeleton I was assured actually happened. The houses date from 1705.
Hiya Firepups!
What’s a CCTV?
Cassie?
i’m sure it was a replica. most jurisdictions have rules about the proper disposition of found remains.
hey almost birthday girl
Yep!
I’ll be 18 in half an hour. :)
London street cameras…?
Closed Circuit TV — those streetcorner cameras are cctv
Good heavens above, you can’t be 18!
not on the left coast — ya still have 2 hours and 30 minutes of being a minor
Closed Circuit TV. I always think about it because there’s a side door in my NYC apt building. There used to be a doorman at the elevators to make sure people who entered the side door (key card needed, but neer-do-wells could follow in) were residents. In a cost cutting measure decades ago, the side doormen (2 wings) were replaced by CCTV in the elevators. Shortly after that, I was waiting for a car service pickup at the front door, where all the CCTV monitors were. Making idle chatter, I asked the doormen how many people picked their noses in the elevators. A: “A lot!”
I assume they dated the skeleton to be certain that it wasn’t (a lot) more recent than the house?
sheet cassie — you were how old when you first started commenting here? never met a more politically engaged teen than you dear
Well I have been trying very hard to NOT turn 18, but it seems like I don’t get much choice in the matter.
Ya gonna vote? Happy happy, BTW. Mine was yesterday, but I’m a great deal older thann 18.
And eCAHN saw me picking my nose in front of one? Wtf is he (she?)talking about?
14.
you came into this thread asking if you had embarrassed yourself again. people were offering suggestions as to how you might have done that
Happy Birthday!
Yes, I am planning to celebrate Sunday, get married Monday, vote Tuesday & join the marines (or maybe the air force) on Wednesday. Tattoo on Thursday.
wow… time flies indeed cassie. isn’t there anything good you are looking forward to by turniing 18?
Happy Birthday! Enjoy it. Only been a short 30 years since I was 18.
what? no body piercings?
Real?
You’re only as old as you feel which means mentally I’m about 5 and physically over 100.
I don’t know. Being a volunteer on the tour, which had over a dozen stories, I didn’t want to do my usual interrupt with Qs. But I’ll ask. It could be a lot more recent than the house. A lot of people died for one reason or another in those days. The basement room where the skeleton was found had wooden floors over dirt. They dug up the skeleton in the process of replacing the wood with stones, which the 1950s residents thought would be more historically correct. Or at least that’s how I understood the story. Seems like I’ve got a lot of followup homework to do.
Sorry eCAHN! I’m way too sensitive at the moment, having made an ass of myself in an earlier thread and getting stepped on a little by others for it.
Btw, this is an open thread, right?
Are you guilty? If not, I’m jerking ur chain.
Oooh! Body piercings on Friday.
What else did I leave out.
(Ecahn, only Sunday and Tuesday are real.)
both my girls say i am a 17 year old trapped in the body of an old woman. both of them.
As someone who has made a horse’s ass of myself here, I’d issue a welcome to the crowd.
almost. thers has left the thread so we are just chatting amongst ourselves waiting for my sat nite cartoon to publish. that will be an off topic is the topic thread without a doubt.
Sounds like a plan! (BTW, a personal request. Don’t describe your tat on a thread where I am also present.)
working at a strip cub on the weekend?
Your a youngen by my standards.
We have an extra hour to chat tonight.
mine too.
always nice waking up feeling fully refreshed from a good nites sleep and discovering it is earlier than i thought. of course that only happens the one night a year we roll the clocks back.
Got a bday email from my niece welcoming me to Medicare.
My mom was like that, said she’d look in the mirror and ask herself who that old woman looking back at her was.
Think I’ll head out, Happy Halloween (or birthday) to all.
hahahaha i like that
g’nite rat
Thanks, although aging in dog years, unfortunately.
That doesn’t even happen once/year to me. It happens only when it sneaks up on me, which happens about once/5 years. This year it’s been all over the news, so no foolin’ me.
My advice, no tramp stamps…démodé.
;>)
Happy almost birthday, C.
Gnite rf.
Yeah, I seem to make an ass of myself once or twice a week here. At least I’m not getting anywhere near as stupid as I was the first time when I got into that fight with frank33. At least he and I became friends out of that experience!
I’ve got you beat there. Starting my third year on Medicare in January.
Seems open thread enough for general chat. I made nice with wmd1961, btw. I apologized, at least. He accepted it.
we’ve all been there — the learning curve here is second nature to me simply because i’ve been around so long but it can seem steep to some. i do remember the 4 months i read every post and every comment before i finally worked up the nerve to comment and that it took several months thereafter before i got to feeling like i maybe sorta kinda had a handle on how things work around here.
I’d hestitate to offer advice, since I favor self-determination, but perhaps taking 3 breathes before hitting the submit button might help. Not that I pay much attention to that advice myself.
So do we have to do a bday faceoff to determine who is older, or can we do an arm wrestle?
*laughing at the thought of drivers licenses at 20 paces*
mud wrestling!
Wet t-shirts? Or forget that. Brain bleach.
At least punaise isn’t here to suggest a pun-off.
happy birthday cassie!
At least I learned a bit about Anna Eshoo’s biologics legislation…
Happy Birthday, Miss Snarks!
Happy Halloween, Everyone. BOO!
*spew*
Time to sleep. G’nite all!
Thanks y’all!
Boo Loo Hoo!
Nite Knoxville.
g’nite ktown
cartoon is upstairs and its a spooky one!
Movin’ upstairs with our favorite LLNer.
Happy Snappy, eCAHN!!!