Dirty Fucking Hippie YouTube Monday

I'd love this song even without the swearing, and Chrissie Hynde really rocks it.

Bonus update: The MTV-friendly no-swearing Radiohead original version is here.

As for the gap between my last post and this one - it was a combination tryptophan overdose and military funeral.

Dirty Fucking Hippie YouTube Monday

A most beautiful love song, perhaps the most beautiful and poignant. I like this rendition cuz it's in the best dirty fucking hippie tradition - completely from the heart. I also really dig the map of Australia in the background.

If you want a more polished version, here's The Band doing it up in the fine movie, The Last Waltz.

And finally, here's Rick Danko in a solo performance less than 20 years later, and not long before he died.

A Dry Drunk No More

"On the next one, hold the egg white. And the bitters.
And the sugar syrup. And the lime juice."

While attending APEC in Lima, Bush partakes of a traditional Peruvian drink known as a "Pisco Sour."

There are many ways to make one, but they all involve the form of brandy made in Chile and Peru known as pisco.

I said it a few short days ago: I predict that the worthless piece of shit who goes by the name of George W. Bush will die a lonely and un-mourned alcohol-related death, either as the result of acute alcohol poisoning, or from a fall or other accident while drunk.

Can we just take the keys of the nation away from him now?

Hankx to Dependable Renegade via Fightin' Digby

All About the Benjamins

"You can rape their women and kill their children, but don't ever fuck with their money."
- My mother

Since money's at the top of most people's minds these day, I've added a new blogroll on the subject. The blogs on the list are all going to be by people who actually know what they're talking about, so it won't include any wingnuts or objects of their adoration. Fuck them.

Anywhoozle, the first blogs on the list are by Paul Krugman, Elizabeth Warren and colleagues, my two favorite economic writers at Daily Kos - Jerome a Paris and Bonddad, and the RGE Monitor featuring Nouriel Roubini.

I'll add to the list, and toss in my own thoughts, from time to time, for as long as our collapsing economic system allows.

For now, let's just take a listen to Mr. Roubini...



Hanx to Fightin' Digby

Oblivious as Always

Perhaps Mad Jack should have chosen one of the turkeys as his running mate?

World Leaders to Bush, "Go Fuck Yourself."

What's there not to despise?

My prediction: FratBoy becomes the first ex-presidential suicide - alcohol poisoning. You read it here first.

Dirty Fucking Hippie YouTube Monday

Well, maybe more like Dirty Fucking Post-Glam, Neo-Psychadelic, Goth/Metal Not Grunge YouTube Monday Unplugged...



I love the song, and I like this one best of the available versions. It's not a self-indulgent art video, it's a straight up performance that features all 4 members of the band, not just super control freak Billy Corgan. And we can actually hear D'arcy's backup vocals.

I used to have a thing for D'arcy - blond hair, pale skin, dark lipstick. Oh, yeah.

Read it and Weep, Wingnuts

Minnesota Governor Tom Pawlenty, speaking at the recent repub governors' conference:

“We cannot be a majority governing party when we essentially cannot compete in the Northeast, we are losing our ability to compete in Great Lakes States, we cannot compete on the West Coast, we are increasingly in danger of competing in the Mid-Atlantic States, and the Democrats are now winning some of the Western States,” he said. “That is not a formula for being a majority governing party in this nation.”

“And similarly we cannot compete, and prevail, as a majority governing party if we have a significant deficit, as we do, with women, where we have a large deficit with Hispanics, where we have a large deficit with African-American voters, where we have a large deficit with people of modest incomes and modest financial circumstances,” he said. “Those are not factors that make up a formula for success going forward.”

Well, Tom's being a little too optimistic with his fellow repubs. They've lost the Upper Midwest/Great lakes region, they've lost the Mid-Atlantic region, they've lost Colorado and New Mexico. Georgia and Montana will be next to turn blue, with Arizona not too far behind.

Or, to begin painting the picture...

This information is probably too...real for wingnut consumption. That's their political party over in the lower right hand corner of the square.

Fuck reality. They'd much rather rub one out over their current saviorette.

Hanx to DenFromCT for turning me on to the cool graphic. Read more here.

All hail, Dark Lord Kos.

Sounds About Right To Me

from Drew and Natalie at Married to the Sea

Let's Ride!

animated gif ripped off from Sadly, No!
(who ripped it off from Shabooty.com)

Thoughts in Response to a Post-Election Analysis by Buggs Bunny's Evil Twin

Separated at birth, reunited at whim.

I first mentioned my online wingnut buddy a few weeks ago, and have continued to visit his low-traffic blog because...well, I don't know why, exactly, except maybe because he's just not gratuitously mean-spirited or cowardly, as virtually all other wingnuts are.

Or maybe I'm just a sucker for his goofy, good-hearted grin.

I'm generally curious about what he thinks, even though what he thinks is generally pretty fucking whack and about as wrong as wrong can be.

For example, in his quick post-election analysis of the seriously fucked condition of the repubs he writes:

Sen. McCain divided and conquered to win the Republican nod and could not do much more.

I think that the best thing that he did was chose Alaska governor Sarah Palin as his running mate. She is not going anywhere because now she is no longer under the shadow of her political godfather, Sen. McCain.

But, it was a perfect storm and everything was against them this election cycle. And yet, this is in no way a blowout by President-elect Obama.

You don't think this was a blowout?

Dude, get real.

This was a clear across-the-board repudiation of all things repub, going back to St. Ronnie and Dick Nixon.

Dead and buried under running water, with their heads cut off, their mouths stuffed with garlic, and big fat wooden stakes driven through what some have called their hearts.

The national repubs have effectively been pushed back to that handful of states best known for their high levels of ignorance and obesity.

You know, the oldest of the old south.

Add to that mix the states dominated by crazy-ass mormons, along with Alaska, with its nation-leading rates of alcohol abuse and rape, and you've got the repub base.

And that's not a base that wins national elections.

There's still more to be done in consolidating Democratic gains and expanding the party's reach into the libertarian-leaning west - most notably Montana, with Texas as a longer-term project.

Add in Arizona, on the basis of its Hispanic population; and Georgia, on the basis of the Atlanta megopolis, and you're looking at a generation in the wilderness, my friend. At least a generation, and likely more.

As for the repub's second stringers - it's a sorry ass bench, indeed.

By all means, bring back Newt. He's full enough of himself to be blind to the loathing and animosity so many harbor towards him. There'll be many long knives unsheathed the moment he walks in the door, and much chaos once he's disposed of.

It'll be a bloodbath, though fun to watch from this side of the fence. And it couldn't happen to a more deserving fellow.

Bring back Caribou Barbie, of course. I mean, she did such a terrific job her first time out, didn't she?

Mad Jack might just as well have tied two boat anchors, several anvils, a large boulder, and an old DeSoto to his ankles with a big fat chain, and jumped right into the middle of Big Bear Lake for all the good that Miss Alaska did to his final shot at The Prize.

She'll be available in 2010, because she sure isn't going to stand for re-election in the face of certain defeat. Mitt Romney can fill her in on the wisdom of that course.

As for old three-hundred-million dollar Mitt, man of the people - I suspect that the moneyed bigots who backed Prop 8 (congrats, by the way, on enshrining hate into the California State Constitution) were also laying the groundwork for a field organization to support his second run for the gold in 2012.

Ya gotta hand it to the mormons - even though their religion is about the wackiest around, they've figured out ways to make lots of money, and they don't give up easily.

Anywhoozle, I'm gonna go light up the big fat cigar I've been saving just for this day. It was hand-rolled from the finest aged Cuban filler and binder, with sweet shade-grown Connecticut River valley wrapper. I've kept it stored in my personal cigar vault.

I got it from my compadre, Eduardo, who's also supplied cigars to that drug-abusing pedophile with the radio show, what's his name...Rush?

But Eduardo says he's packed that man's most recent supply with a few little surprises.

Big storm sure came, eh?

I initially wrote this as a comment at Buggs Bunny's Evil Twin's blog, and have made minor edits for style before posting it here.

Mad Jack Gets Ass-Fucked. Hard.

Now get your saggy old wrinkly ass outta here, you worthless fuck.

photo by jill greenberg

Mad Jack Quits Early, Says "Fuck it."

Hankx to flitedocnm @ hte Great Orange Satan
All hail, Dark Lord Kos.

Dirty Fucking Hippie YouTube Monday - Election Eve Edition

This one's for all of my wingnut friends.

"...all the children are insane."

In May 1967, The Doors made their international television debut by recording a version of "The End" for the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation (CBC) at their Yorkville Studios in Toronto [6]. It remained unseen since its original broadcast until the release of The Doors Soundstage Performances DVD in 2002[6].

I believe that this is the performance mentioned.

Will She Also Do Phone Sex?

Staff and candidate - as thick as shit.

Hankx to the Editors at the 'Tute