Ah, just what I was waiting for. Thanks!

But I can’t wait for Shakira’s butt. Thirteen!

Not a Second Time – The Beatles
Switchblade [LA Riots Remix] – Heartsrevolution
Let It Shine – Brian Wilson
It’s All Right – James Brown & Lyn Collins
Do You Like Worms (Roll Plymouth Rock) – The Beach Boys
Ave Maris Stella – This Ascension
Brenda Is Always In the Way – Sparks
I Was Made For Loving Virgins [Kiss v. Madonna v. La Roux v. Lady Gaga] – DJ Clive$ter
Hidden Treasure – Handsome Sultan
The Fame – Lady Gaga

I Want to Hold Your Hand – The Beatles
One for the Boys – Brian Wilson
BACH: TheWell-Tempered Clavier, Book 1: Prelude in eb – Glenn Gould

Has nobody but me contemplated the role of glasses? I mean, eyeglasses?

Listen, every (sub, make that sub-sub-sub) generation has its notion of cool lenses. But bottom line, glasses=serious, thoughtful person capable of THINKING and LEADING!

Who cares who’s getting slaughtered in the background?

Does Nate Silver wear glasses? But, are they stylish? (Will they get that way? Worry.)

“Hur, Hur. Enjoying banal acts of cruelty means I never have to learn how to program a VCR or taste Arugula. Hur Hur”

Thank you Sarah Palin for helping America elect its first African-American President.

Must disagree. At one time the idea that eyeglasses indicated a serious, thoughtful person may have had some validity – a thought that gave me some comfort, since I’ve been wearing them since I was ten or so. However, events of the past decade or so have caused me to revise this opinion.

Consider:

George Will wears glasses.
Michael Gerson wears glasses.
Douglas J. Feith (aka The Dumbest Fucking Guy On The Planet) wears glasses.
David Fucking Brooks wears glasses.

I rest my case.

Also, too – must thank TBogg for reminding me of the turkey episode, and also for bringing Our Sarah back into even a limited portion of the public eye – haven’t seen enough of her lately. However, there’s hope – I understand the Palin 2016 bandwagon is already rolling. Start stocking up on popcorn and brickbats now…

Her act with teh blind Mohels is laugh-out-loud funny.

Also when someone who not only voted for this future washed-out reality show celebrity but also for George W Bush, twice, is proclaiming to the world that Obama voters are too stupid to buy firearms in his shop that’s the moment when irony and lack of self-awareness finished with the courtship stage, got hitched, and went on honeymoon to the Las Vegas replica of Niagra Falls.

To be fair, those Wasilla turkeys were probably addicted to meth. It’s all part of Caribou Barbie’s War on Drumsticks Drugs, Alaska style.

“Whereas the word turkey can now be considered a term of endearment in casual conversation..”

A “term of endearment”?

On the other hand considering that this is a place where meth can be considered a substitute for cranberry sauce, maybe that’s true.

Basset hounds RUNNING.

OT, but the first reviews of the Red Dawn remake are starting to come in and….ouch.

Wolverines!!! Or maybe this time it’s… Kimchi!!!

A holiday classic! thanks, TBogg!

Christ, I had forgotten how hilarious this was on all levels.

There’s just something so special about taking the customary Presidential pardoning ritual and getting all the elements so wrong!

First, for the ritual to have the appropriate sentimental narrative, the President is supposed to “pardon” a turkey that someone selected for its individual merits, and was brought to an audience with the President for his consideration.

Palin up-ends the whole idea, by visiting the slaughterhouse and picking out a bird at random for no particular reason. We can’t even be certain her chosen turkey ends up being “saved” because there’s no way to distinguish it from the others once the guy puts it back down in the pen.

I love that she gives the turkey farmer a fun fact about Benjamin Franklin and then asks, “Did you know that?” The guy goes “Yup,” like, DUH, I’m a turkey farmer and that’s probably the first fun fact every turkey farmer learns.

Then there’s the hilarity of the Chyron “Pardoned turkey is too filthy for Palin to hold.”

And finally, the coup de gras….!

And she goes out with, “I’m in charge of the turkey, so I’m where I need to be for that!” presumably, picking up a dead, non-pardoned turkey to take home for her dinner!

I’m still not totally convinced she’s not performance art.

I’m giving thanks this year to FDL, and Jane, for their their wisdom to keep Mr. TBogg in the front row. Many good wishes, and thanks, to all the TBogg family for keeping him focused on his essential role, curmudgeon.

Quitter. (Palin, not TBogg).

Thursday is Thanksgiving Day and YOU DON’T NEED TO BE ON THE COMPUTER

The Thigh-High Stiletto of Priorities has come down in Casa del Bogg.

Sorry dude….

and thanks, to all the TBogg family weird little internet friends…

glasses=serious, thoughtful person capable of THINKING and LEADING!

On the other hand putting on glasses with a nose attached is a well-established way to look like Groucho Marx. Also.

Ah Sarah, I’d almost forgotten you. The lipstick, the glasses, the unique combination of hillbilly, Valley Girl, and Neiman Marcus social climber, truly the pink Himalayan meth of politics. I can only take a kind of wry satisfaction in knowing that the most horrifying words you can imagine are those first five in this paragraph.

I’ll be over the river — really over the river, flying, and over the woods etc etc until next week but Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. It’s good to give thanks. So, thanks.

Another holiday tradition that never gets old.
“As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly”

Oh the humanity!

I read the one in the SF Chron. Ouch. Some of the reader comments there were along the lines of ‘the N Koreans would have a hard time invading Millbrae’.

(The reviewer also shredded ‘Liz and Dick’, but that’s no surprise, either. Who thought Lohan was a good choice to play E Taylor?)

TBogg, will you be pardoning any Bassets this year? Maybe two?

If “Palin’s Adventures in Turkey Pardoning” collided with “Malkin’s Magnificent Cheerleading,” would the whole thing just explode all over the internets? It’s certainly worth some experimentation…you know, for science.

Very good Chabon interview from KQED archives In which he explains why I was wrong in the last comment.

I am going to wish Tbogg a happy premature Thanksgiving, although it’s about 1 am here. My husband was so desperate for me not to cook anything that he donated enough to the Sefer Torah campaign that we are having dinner at the shul at 5:30. The Jets might be able to hold out until the meal is over. You never know.

(There is nothing wrong with the turkey I make for the Seder. Really, there isn’t. It might be too dry for next year, though.)

Oh crap! I’d forgotten about that video. It was such a great metaphor for who Palin is and how potentially monumental her capacity for screwing up as VP was.

I would really really be thankful, if someone has a link to the “Pretty in Mink”. This is a calendar of Foxy Conservative Bimbos. And I think Michelle is one of the curvaceous ladies, displayed in Mink.

I found it! Happy Thanksgiving!

Bassets?

the pink Himalayan meth of politics

Congratulations, Mr. Principal. And what are you going to do with your shiny … new …. INTERNET!!!!!!

I am thankful for Scoobie Davis, who passed on this link to Rick Perlstein’s excellent piece on the conservative mind and its id-fueled addiction to lying, most of all to itself:

In 2007, I signed on to the email lists of several
influential magazines on the right, among
them Townhall, which operates under the auspices
of evangelical Stuart Epperson’s Salem
Communications; Newsmax, the organ more
responsible than any other for drumming up
the hysteria that culminated in the impeachment
of Bill Clinton; and Human Events, one
of Ronald Reagan’s favorite publications. The
exercise turned out to be far more revealing
than I expected. Via the battery of promotional
appeals that overran my email inbox, I
mainlined a right-wing id that was invisible to readers who encounter conservative opinion
at face value.
Subscriber lists to ideological organs are
pure gold to the third-party interests who rent
them as catchments for potential customers.
Who better suits a marketing strategy than a
group that voluntarily organizes itself according
to their most passionately shared beliefs?
That’s why, for instance, the other day I (and
probably you) got an advertisement by way of
liberal magazine The American Prospect seeking
donations to Mercy Corps, a charity that
helps starving children in the Third World.
But back when I was getting emails every day
from Newsmax and Townhall, the come-ons
were a little bit different.

Dear Reader,
I’m going to tell you something, but you must
promise to keep it quiet.
You have to understand that the “elite”
would not be at all happy with me if they knew
what I was about to tell you. That’s why we
have to tread carefully.
You see, while most people are paying
attention to the stock market, the banks, brokerages
and big institutions have their money
somewhere else . . . [in] what I call the hidden
money mountain . . .
All you have to know is the insider’s code
(which I’ll tell you) and you could make an
extra $6,000 every single month.

Soon after reading that, I learned of the
“23-Cent Heart Miracle,” the one “Washington,
the medical industry, and drug companies
REFUSE to tell you about.” (Why would
they? They’d just be leaving money on the
table: “I was scheduled for open heart surgery
when I read about your product,” read one
of the testimonials. “I started taking it and
now six months have passed and I haven’t had
open-heart surgery.”) Then came news of the
oilfield in the placenta.

As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could vote!