Birmingham-born Californian, age fifty-three, cannot return to his birth state…there are 651,972 reasons why
I have talked about politics in highly opinionated terms, I have discussed college football and basketball in downright inflammatory language, what’s left that I could give offense with?
Oh yeah – religion!!
(more after the jump, or just click the link. Go on. Ah ye will. Go on go on go on go on.)
I don’t know how we pulled it, but I’ll definitely take a 4. A 4 means you’re on chalk for the Sweet Sixteen. A 4 means you get an automatic-bid team in the first round (Siena, in our case). I figured we’d be a 6, and nobody ever wants to be a 5 anymore…
4! Love the 4! LET’S GO DORES!!!!!!
“Geraldine Ferraro? What is that, Flip Wilson’s sports car?”
A plant if you get that. Another plant if you can say who I nicked it from.
Seriously. If my cultural signifiers were Tab, Virginia Slims, and a Bea Arthur character*, I’d probably be a little irritable too. But what the Ferraros and Steinems and the other folks from the age of ERA and “women’s lib” don’t seem to grasp is that there are a lot – a lot – of younger women who look at Hillary Clinton and see someone who was wrong on the war in Iraq, someone who stayed with a philandering husband to trade on his political credentials, someone whose political record outweighs the potential for breaking the ultimate glass ceiling. Maybe it’s a valid viewpoint, maybe it’s not, I’m not going to presume to read minds. But I have friends who are female and more experienced and better-educated than me who have made this point, which bears repeating: feminism in the 21st century doesn’t mean you have to close your eyes and pull the lever for whoever has the second X chromosome.
* No lie. I have seen anti-Hilary spam that is still name-checking “Maude” as a symbol of the horrors of women’s lib. Here’s a little nugget for all the Archie Bunkers out there: try not to build your argument on a show that got cancelled THIRTY YEARS AGO.
Twelve months ago, everyone knew what to expect from 2008. The abortive 2000 Senate race was going to become the 2008 Presidential race: America’s Mayor vs the Clinton Restoration. Rudy vs Hillary, as inevitable as the dawn, an epic bloodbath that would no doubt lead to another few rungs down the ladder in American political culture. Funny thing happened on the way to the coronation, though…
(more after the jump, or follow the link)
Everybody knows what the right-wingers in this country think of Hillary Clinton. What the press thinks is also readily apparent, although it has to be caveated by the fact that they seem almost anxious and eager to be led around by the nose and will change positions on a dime if it makes things more interesting (I mean, if my wife were to perish in a tragic blimp accident I would not dissuade Tina Fey from comforting me in my hour of need, but one good zinger – even if it was the sublime “Bitch is the new black” – just ain’t enough to make the scales fall from the eyes of the MSNBC types and cause them to suddenly get behind the idea that They Done Hillary Wrong.)
What a lot of people don’t realize is that much, if not most, of the activist left in the U.S. also hates Hillary. Despises her. Reviles might even be the best word. For a couple of reasons, after the jump:
When I heard Spitzer was mixed up with a prostitution ring, I hoped against hope that he was either pimpin’ or ho-ing, not just purchasing. You’d kind of like them to mix it up once in a while. I commend to your imagination the figure of Elliot Spitzer in an electric blue shirt unbuttoned to the waist, tight yellow bell-bottoms, a huge chinchilla coat and a purple velvet hat with a a huge wide brim and a white leopard-print band, waving a stick and clutching a jewel-encrusted pimp cup full of a nice Finger Lakes ice wine. Or maybe Manischewitz.
As for his future – who knows? That Republican guy who paid to be put in diapers is still in office, but that’s Louisiana, and I think the state of Edwin Edwards and Earl K. Long may have a greater tolerance for that sort of thing than New York, especially when Spitzer built his career on regularly taking a deuce on big-money Wall Street types. I have a sneaking suspicion that if he just digs in, he can hang on for a while, but he will be politically impotent the rest of the way and I don’t think the GOP machine in Albany will have any problem running over him like a tractor trailer hitting a rooster. Plus, I wouldn’t be surprised if Howard Dean puts a horse’s head in his bed to get out of the public eye before he gets stuff on the eventual nominee (I think the NY association probably hurts Clinton more than Obama).
Ah well. He already got Microsoft, and he wasn’t going to be anyone’s VP this time around, so I don’t have a vested interest. Like ML, though, I am astonished that his wife stands up there with him instead of sending him out there to face the guns while she takes shelter in an undisclosed location with her team of very good divorce lawyers.
Vandy falls 78-73 in OT at Alabama. Finishes 25-6, 10-6 in the SEC and 15-0 non-conf, along with 19-0 at home. And that’s good enough for third in the SEC East. That would make you think the SEC was the Death Star of basketball but this year, I’m not sure that’s the case. Take as example Kentucky, who were shite on toast until January and still finished above us in the conference race, despite needing double-OT to beat us at home and taking the worst hiding since the Romans ran up against Hannibal at Cannae in the return match at Memorial.
We ought to be pretty good – nobody but Florida seems to be able to contain Shan Foster – but a one-and-done seems more likely this year than in our last two NCAA appearances.
Meanwhile, Newcastle United look to be for the drop. They are only 3 points clear of relegation and have not won since changing managers. After casting a weathered eye around the Premiership, I’m leaning toward Aston Villa if Newcastle goes away. For three reasons:
1) They are from Birmingham. Like me! Sort of.
2) They are owned by Americans – namely the guys who own the Cleveland Browns, and that lot have a specialty in returning football pride to depressed steel towns.
3) They are managed by Martin O’Neill, the Ulsterman who shares my birthday and who put Celtic back on top. (Hail! Hail!)
So I can kind of count on them not being horrible. I’m also thinking about Man City because I’m afraid Gene Hunt will come beat the hell out of me if I don’t. (“Today, my friend, your diary will read ‘rebuilt two workstations and was stomped by armed bastards.'”)
Vandals halt some hybrid buses in Hunters Point:
The Municipal Railway will not use buses from its new hybrid fleet on one line that runs through the public housing projects in San Francisco’s Hunters Point neighborhood until officials can stop troublemakers there from turning off the buses’ power switches.
Muni drivers have reported over the last couple of weeks that people have been shutting down the power on their buses by flipping a switch that can be accessed easily through an unlocked panel on the outside of the bus.
When that happens, the drivers can’t accelerate, they lose radio contact with dispatchers and the interior lights on the buses go out. The power loss does not affect the brakes.
What engineering spastic decided to put the POWER SWITCH on the OUTSIDE of the bus??
Memo to SF-MUNI: stop buying buses designed by UT students!!
However, while Memorial was indeed magical on Senior Night, tonight belongs to Shan Foster.
42 points, including nine straight three-pointers down the stretch, including the winning 3 with 2.7 seconds to play in OT.
(25) MISS ST 85
(16) VANDY 86
FINAL
Won every non-conference game. Won every home game. 25-5 with only a trip to Tuscaloosa before the SEC tournament tips off next week. Our ticket to the tournament is punched…now we’re just playing to get into first class. =)
DYNAMITE GO VU!!!
EDIT: Had to include the extended quote from Mississippi State head coach Rick Stansbury:
“You can’t say anything else about it. He jumped up in a stressful situation and made shots. Absolutely nothing else I would have done different, and absolutely nothing else I could have done. He jumped up and made 30-footers with someone in his face. He jumped up in those situations and made shots. It was him. Forty-two points.”
You can almost see him shaking his head.
…but I doubt too many of you voted for him anyway. Therefore:
Dear Stephen Harper,
You don’t want NO part of this, so tell your staff to have a big bowl of Honey Bunches of ShutTheFuckUp. If you don’t think the next President can make it rough for the PM of a minority government, you’re punching WAY above your weight limit.
Love and kisses,
The Democratic Party