Saturday, March 05, 2005

Disgusting

If anyone still had any illusions about the amount of bile for this country harbored by Ward Churchill and Bill Maher, look no further than Jeff Jarvis's account of Churchill's appearance on Maher's show tonight. These two are emblematic of almost everything that is wrong with the intellectual Left today. They focus excessively on America's faults but lack the prespective to judge that on balance America has been a force for good in the world. Beyond that, their sympathy for terrorism and dictators and their callousness toward September 11th and its victims are appalling. Not even Howard Dean goes this far, which says a lot.

With such intense antipathy for America, Maher and Churchill should spend some time in the LA Times' favorite dictatorship, North Korea and see if they're as accomodating of dissent. (Unfortunately, they'd probably be treated as heroes for "speaking truth to power." At least then they'd be among their own.) Roger Simon puts these two in the proper perspective.

Friday, March 04, 2005

VDH Day

So, yes, blogging has been extremely poor. My fault entirely. I have lots of stuff I'd like to pontificate on, but unfortunately my time has been otherwise occupied by failing to secure employment. I'm also ashamed of the amount of time that has passed since I originally read the things that have piqued my interest and when I actually have the chance to blog them.

Moving right along from my usual pity paragrapgh, today, being Friday, is Victor Davis Hanson Day. For those of you not in the know, Hanson posts his weekly column on Fridays, thus VDH Day. Today, he's got a typically excellent piece on how to understand the whiny double-speak of Europeans. Mary might want to read this to perpare for her week in London.

Even better, though, is this interview Arthur Chrenkoff, Australian blogger extraorinaire, did with Hanson earlier in the week. It's a must-read, as most of Hanson's stuff is.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

HAHAHA

LOL Brian! I have not yet reached the point of lying about my age. But I think this year will be the last year that I have a real birthday. After that, every year I will be turning 21.

Monday, February 28, 2005

1959

Don't feel too bad Kevin. I was stuck right in the middle with that last year of nostaligia 1959. It could be worse. At least I can say I will always be younger than you Mary.

Sunday, February 27, 2005

1954

Oh, and Kevin, my poor friend Zach was unfortunate enough to be classified as a hippie as well. I'm quite happy with my results and feel that the test was a very accurate gauge of my real life. My friends have known for years that I'm straight out of the 1950s. I like Ike!

Just One Reason Why I Hate the Oscars

Last night before I fell asleep and this morning as I was trying to wake up, I caught two Oscar reports on two different news stations. They just added fuel to my fire. I have never liked the Oscars. In all honesty, I don't go to the movies much because a.) they are overpriced and b.) most of what comes out nowadays is pure garbage. I don't get too excited about all the red carpet fashions. Most of them look ridiculous. I made a comment at work over the winter break that if I ever find myself in the position to attend one of these Hollywood pep rallies, I would show up on the red carpet wearing nothing but a towel. Yes, that's right. A towel. And I will bet you that in terms of square inches, my towel will cover more of me than the dresses on some of the other ladies. It will be great for shock value, but I think I would be more modestly dressed than a lot of people.

But perhaps the number one thing about the Oscars that I positively cannot stand are all those insanely expensive gift baskets. Let's get real. Do celebrities, who are already raking in millions and millions of dollars, really need to be pampered by the Academy with gift certificates to upscale resorts, high-priced electronics, and spa treatments? I also caught on the radio this morning that one of the popular gift basket items this year is a pair of cashmere pajama bottoms. Cashmere!

Let the celebrities spend the millions of dollars that they make doing trashy movies on all the cashmere pajamas they'd like. I know it must be a real hardship for them to take a time out once a year and sit through the Oscars (hell, it's such a hardship for me that I don't bother doing it!), but I think the gift baskets have got to go. Instead of spoiling these people even more, I suggest that the money spent on them be given to charity. I'd rather see it go to the United Way than pay for Sean Penn's new PJs.

Tell Me Again

... about how democracy will never work in the Arab world and about Bush's overly idealistic foreign policy.

Rocket Man also has thoughts.

1966

I was disappointed with this result. C'mon, the Godfather was 1972!