Friday, August 12, 2011

Dr. Mike: French-Kissin' Cousin

Just to to keep things fresh, I've decided to take a slightly different approach to this most recent piece of Townfoolery by Dr. Professor Mike Adams, and play a little game.  As you can tell from the first line below, Dr. Mike wrote this week's column in the epistolary style, an 18th Century literary technique which neatly compliments his 14th Century views, and which the Unpromoted Professor has used to great success in the past, assuming his goal was to demonstrate he's an asshole the size of the Barringer Crater.

Now, as aficionados of Dr. Mike know, his "open letter" columns follow a fairly consistent formula.  First, he'll hork up some well-worn, wingnutty gripe about an issue which doesn't affect him personally, often triggered when a woman, ethnic minority, gay person or other second class citizen threatens to upgrade and sit in First Class (but the joke's on them, because the only available seat is next to Dr. Mike!).  Then he'll suddenly veer into M. Night Shyamalan territory with a mind-boggling twist that proves he's such a huge asshole that his rectum actually has room for a Balrog and several Dwarven kingdoms.  So the game is, let's try to guess the reveal.  Good luck.
Cuomo Phobia
Dear Governor Cuomo: I am writing to express my deep disappointment with your recent decision to push for an expansion of the definition of marriage – one that allows for marriage between a man and a man or between a woman and a woman. Most of your recent critics are writing because they think your crusade on this issue has gone too far. I’m writing because I don’t think it goes far enough. In fact, I think your approach to this issue reflects a fundamental narrow-mindedness that is almost as distasteful as your Pharisaic moral posturing and your constant media grandstanding.
Okay, so gay marriage.  Without reading the next paragraph, I'm going to guess that Dr. Mike is about to up the ante by demanding the right to conjugal bestiality or incest.  He might play the polygamy card too, but that opens him up to a Biblical counter-strike, so I doubt it.  Let's read on...
Before I continue, let me introduce myself. I was born in Mississippi in the 1960s.
Hey, so was the hobby of lynching civil rights workers -- it is indeed a Small World After All.  Disneyland should add a tiny, white-hooded figure clutching a noose to the ride, just to balance out all those brown dolls.
I am a former atheist and Democrat and who voted for Michael Dukakis and Bill Clinton.
I see we've already reached that point in the column where Dr. Mike stuffs a cow pie in his mouth and sucks on it like a Certs to give his every utterance that meadow-fresh aroma of bullshit.
 I also have a younger sister named Jennifer who is single and bisexual.
This is the first time I can recall Dr. Mike mentioning a bisexual sister, and I'm pretty sure if it were true he would have exploited her long before now, so it looks like he's gone past the breath mint stage and is now just sitting on the couch, binge-eating from a bag of Bandini.
In other words, I have had some exposure to other ideas, cultures, and lifestyles. I’m no bigot. In fact, I was the first kid on my block to own a Flip Wilson record. That should count for something.
Yes, it's another count in your indictment for Assault With Intent to Commit Humor.
But let me get back to my original purpose for writing. In your recent campaign to allow same-sex marriage in New York you presented yourself as one who supports “marriage equality.” But nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, you favor a narrow definition of marriage that is based on your own irrational fears and prejudices. And it is time to show real moral leadership by embracing moral relativism fully, not half-heartedly as you have done so far.
Here's the windup...and the pitch...!
Governor Cuomo, I want to get married. 
Congratulations, Dr. Mike.  I presume the bride-to-be is inflatable, since the only items in your Registry are a bicycle pump and a vinyl patch kit.
And I want to move my new wife to New York City so we can pursue our respective careers in education and art (she is a painter). But, unless your state becomes more welcoming and affirming, we won’t be able to do that because the woman I want to marry is my younger sister Jennifer.
Say, you are from Mississippi!
It may shock you to hear from someone who openly advocates incest. But that is the way people used to react to homosexuality.
By hitting the Delete key and adjusting their spam filter to include the words "Mike S. Adams"?

Actually, we get what you're doing here Dr. Mike -- attempting to make people who support marriage equality feel as squicky as you do when the subject of homosexuality comes up.  And given that incest is pretty much a universal taboo it would probably work, if only we were able to believe that there's a woman -- even a product of generations of in-breeding like your imaginary sister -- who would sleep with you.  Alas, even the cheap, disposable Occam's Razor you grab from the impulse rack in the grocery store check-out line doesn't buy it.
In the case of homosexuality, the remedy for such a puritanical reaction has not been silence. It has been openness. Just as we talked about homosexuality constantly – beginning in the early 90s – 
So that's when your mommy told you about the gays -- the 1990s?  You never heard a peep  -- not even a snicker -- about homosexuality in the polymorphously perverse Seventies?  That's pretty sad; you must have missed a good two-thirds of the jokes on Three's Company.
we must now do the same with incest. There simply is no other way to make our lifestyle seem normal.
Sure, but this raises the question: is there any way to make Dr. Mike seem normal?  I guess you could try to set an appropriate mood, perhaps watch Faces of Death while blasting Metal Machine Music and Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue; inject a speedball of roofing tar and PCP directly into your pericardium, then use the contaminated needle to tattoo "Love" and "Hate" on your knuckles with the blood of a kitten.  And then try getting all the way through the next paragraph without thinking, "What an asshole."
Under my plan tolerance of incest must begin in the public schools. We must then extend our efforts to the national media. In fact, I envision a day when every Hollywood sitcom will have at least one incestuous couple. But, at some point, we must take the fight into the political arena.
Nope, didn't work.
When people attack you for your recent success in legalizing same sex marriage they are likely to use scare tactics. They are likely to say that you have opened the door for incestuous and polygamous marriages. I want you to resist the temptation to dismiss their remarks as homophobic. To do so would actually reinforce phobias against incest and polygamy. So, instead, please show some courage and admit that the same logic that allows for same sex marriage also allows for incestuous and polygamous marriage.
I suspect that as a child Dr. Mike had difficulty with those restaurant placemats, the kind with connect-the-dots pictures, mazes, and those puzzles where you'd be presented with three images, two of a similar nature, and have to select the one that didn't belong.  For instance, two married couples -- one hetero, one gay -- seem more alike than the ultra-orthodox Mormon and his harem of sister wives.  Or, for that matter, the consanguineous Bud and Princess.
Some have asked me whether I am concerned at all about the implications of marrying Jennifer. Specifically, they worry that once married to me she will try to bring a third party – one of her girlfriends – into the marriage. But I am okay with a three party marriage. I’m committed to marriage equality even if it means sharing a lover with my younger sister.
Dr. Mike began this column as a devastating satirical attack on liberal hypocrisy, but his mind wandered, and at some point it became a letter to Penthouse Forum.
In conclusion, Governor Cuomo, I think you have been acting like a real hypocrite. You speak of equality but, in your heart, you consider some animals to be more equal than others. And that is offensive to those of us who crave public affirmation compelled by the force of law.

Note to Readers: The author of this satire doesn’t have a sister. Nor does he own pets. But he does own a copy of A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Swift.
Below is a photo of Dr. Mike plowing through his copy of A Modest Proposal:
Fig. 1:  "I don't get it...Where are the recipes?"


As D.Sidhe once remarked on another Dr. Mike column (I'm paraphrasing):  A Modest Proposal only works because we don't actually believe that deep down Jonathan Swift has a yen for human veal.

But Dr. Mike has thrown down the gauntlet, and declared that those of us who support marriage equality are morally obliged to make a logical case for incest.  But you know what -- we've already done that, in the pages of Better Living Through Bad Movies.  Specifically, the piece on Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.

Let's set the scene:  Victor Frankenstein (Kenneth Branagh) first meets his wife Elizabeth (Helena Bonham Carter) in pervy flashback.  "Dad brings in an orphan girl whom Ken is to think of as his sister, meaning that he'll be sleeping with her in a couple of minutes."  Later:
They begin to undress, and Helena murmurs “Brother and sister no more.” He replies, “Now husband and wife.” Well, actually they are both, as required by Mississippi state law.
There's a lot of stuff in the movie about hubris, and the tragedy of Man playing God, but mostly it offers some very helpful dating tips:
First, Mary Shelley teaches us that if you are looking for a date, instead of hanging out at the single’s bar or under the corner lamp post, you might want to look for eligible partners a little closer to home, like among your coworkers or classmates. Or better yet, actually at home, amongst members of your immediate family!

Dating family members can make life a lot easier by eliminating the need to learn new phone numbers, addresses, or names. And they’re so conveniently located! Plus, there’s none of the awkwardness that comes with trying to make small talk with strangers. You and your family already have a whole life-time of experiences to discuss, so instead of prattling inanely about the weather, you and Mom can relive that time when she made you try the broccoli salad at Olive Garden and you threw up, or the day that she got high on cold pills and put the cat in the dish washer. Now doesn’t that sound like a welcome change from the stiffness and strain of the typical first date? And since you regularly read Sissy’s diary, you can be pretty confident that she’s telling you the truth when it comes time for that chat about sexual histories.
So there you go, Dr. Mike.  If your mom and dad aren't too frail to adopt, you might still have time to get a date for New Years Eve.

Programming Note:  I'll be tabulating and posting the winners of the various NRO Pageant categories this weekend (so there's still time to vote) but I haven't decided yet out how we'll winnow them down in the final round to select Miss Wingnut 2011 (perhaps an essay contest?).  If you have any ideas, please post 'em in comments.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

2011 Miss Wingnut Pageant: Round Three

Welcome back to the 1st Annual NRO Beauty Pageant, in which Glamour Shots of pathological, if unpersuasive, liars go head-to-head for the honor of being crowned Miss Wingnut 2011!

As you'll recall, these headshots were posted by National Review Online in an effort to actually entice people on board their plague ship fundraising cruise.  But as Jerome Kern night say, these celebrity sociopaths aren't just lovely to look at; they're delightful to know:
Moderated panel sessions featuring our esteemed guest speakers, along with plenty of passenger Q&A.
Imagine the chance to ask Rich "Starbursts" Lowry plenty of probing questions, like, "As a nationally syndicated columnist, do you judge a political candidate primarily on messaging skills, policy positions, or how quickly you can masturbate to completion during a debate?"
Plenty of chances to meet, schmooze and enjoy personal interaction with our special guest speakers.
EARL:  ...and sign it "Shit Flower."
ROVE:  Turdblossom.
EARL:  Whatever.

Now, on to Round Three!

Category #1:  Miss "Last Known Photograph"
Jim Geraghty
Jay Nordlinger
Roman Genn
Talent:  Vanishing without a trace; scratching the word "Croatoan" in the Break Room lunch table.

Question From the Judges:  Where Do You Want to Be in Five Years? Discovered in the trunk of an abandoned 1997 Chevrolet Monte Carlo.
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Category #2:  Miss Unindicted Co-Conspirator
John Yoo
Elliot Abrams

Turn-Ons:  BDSM roleplay scenarios in which I'm a suave Gestapo officer and Article II of the Constitution is a willowy young French girl suspected of working with the Resistance; and she's a defiant lass!  Oh yes!  And oh so very beautiful in her defiance...at first...

Turn-Offs:  Special Prosecutors; balky shredding machines.
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Category #3:  Miss Ventriloquist Dummy From Magic
Ralph Reed
Andrew McCarthy
Bob Costa


Talent:  Turning my head 360 degrees; sleeping in a suitcase.

Question From the Judges:  Where Do You Want to Be in Five Years?  Creeping you the fuck out.

Please vote for your favorite contestant in each category (click here for Round One, and here for Round Two).  The winners will advance to the Sudden Death round, which will decide who will wear the Teabagger Tiara!

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Accepting the Award for World O' Crap is Sacheen Littlefeather

We didn't get into blogging for the fame and the glory -- we're in it for the Love.  Mostly because nobody has ever offered us fame or glory (or even free DVDs of the movies Fame or Glory).  But our good buddy Ivan, who runs the Internet's indispensable nexus for audio-visual ephemera (Old Time Radio, TV, Movies, and more) Thrilling Days of Yesteryear has unloaded bestowed upon us the Liebster Blog Award, which, as Ivan writes:

“Liebster,” in the German and Spanish vernacular, means “beloved”…According to the Liebster Blog Award guidelines, I’m to link to the blog what gave me the award (check) and then pass it on to five equally worthy candidates.
We're very excited and humbly grateful, and are already taping our boobs into a scandalously low-cut gown for the ceremony.  Winnowing the list down to a mere five, however, is likely to be the most time-consuming part.  So let's begin the Beguine...

I'm going to start by cheating a bit and selecting a blog Ivan also tagged.  I apologize, but I just can't help it; I'm a film geek and it's one of my favorite destinations on the internet.

She Blogged By Night -- Stacia (who is probably familiar to many of you from the comments here) produces one of the most delightful movie blogs around -- snarky, savvy, and affectionate about all things motion picture, from silents to SyFy.  As it happens, Stacia is on holiday this month, but she's lined up an impressive roster of guest bloggers (and I don't say that just because she's very kindly invited me to contribute), so her place is still hopping.  In fact, she herself keeps dropping in to post, suggesting she's an excellent blogger, but a lousy vacationer.

FGAQ -- Mark H. takes a refreshingly unbloggery approach to blogging: no confessional tone, no rants, no cat photos.  Instead, he grabs whatever depressing outrage is at the top of the news and distills it into a weird little short story that's often dry, wry, and Onionesque.

The Bowery Boys: New York City History -- A terrific blog full of little known tales of the Big Apple, from events ("Who won the Great Gimbals Air Race of 1911," "The other Draft Riots: Brooklyn infernos, Queens bonfires") to historic buildings, to a survey of which superheroes were born on the Lower East Side.  If you have any fondness at all for NYC, The Bowery Boys is a fascinating but edifying time-waster.  If not, this might just give you the bug (or at least the bedbug).

The Bloggess -- A woman marooned in the middle of Texas with rheumatoid arthritis, crippling panic attacks, and a giant metal chicken, she's the Internet's richest source of absurdist, incontinence-inducing laughter.

Bats Left/Throws Right -- I'm sure anyone who reads WO'C also reads the Hoosier Sage, but on the off chance there are one or two newcomers who haven't yet caught the wave, Doghouse Riley is, in my opinion, the best writer in the medium.  Complex, yet effortlessly witty, informative, yet entertaining, with a tone of mixed exasperation and fatalism that only a few bloggers -- your Tboggs, your Roys -- can match.

Programming Note:  The final six contestants in the 2011 Miss Wingnut Pageant will compete tomorrow.  If you haven't cast your ballot yet, please click here to vote in Round One, and here for Round Two.

Remember, your votes will decide which of these lovely hopefuls will wear the tiara, and get to skip to the head of the NRO Cruise buffet table line.

Monday, August 8, 2011

2011 Miss Wingnut Pageant: Round Two

Thanks for joining our continuing coverage of the nation's most prestigious beauty pageant based on decade-old headshots, in which celebrity pundits from the NRO fund-raising cruise compete head to head for the honor of representing their own school of heavily-subsidized bullshit.  (Click here for Round One.)

Category:  Miss "I Thought I Was Posing For An Aramis Ad in 1964"
 Mark Steyn
Michael Walsh
Kevin Williamson

Talent:  Making sweet, sweet love to the Camera

Question From the Judges:  Where Do You Want to Be in Five Years?  I see myself as the spokesmodel for Smoldering Man-Scowl, my own line of imposter fragrances.

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Category:  Miss Most Likely to Be Cast as "Pop, the Creepy Loner Who Runs a Motel in a Remote Area"
Andrew Klavan
John Derbyshire
James Lileks

Talent:  Lulling Guests Into a False Sense of Security; Sharpening Cutlery

Question From the Judges:  Where Do You Want to Be in Five Years?  Peering through a peephole, watching you shower.  

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Category:  Miss Eerie, Vacant, Dead-Eyed Stare
Dr. Charmaine Yoest
Kathryn Lopez
Victor Davis Hanson

Talent:  Lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes.

Question From the Judges:  Where Do You Want to Be in Five Years?  Feasting on your soul.

Please vote for your favorites in each category.  This week, one of these lucky contestants will be crowned Miss Wingnut, 2011!

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Wingnut War of Attrition! Join Now!

Over at Roy's place, Jay B. (ace blog remarker and thrower of fine barbeques) mentioned that NRO is having another of their fund-raising cruises -- a sort of Love Boat meets Ship of Fools meets Titanic mash-up, with Kathryn Jean Lopez as the Unsinkable Molly Brown, S.E. Cupp as Julie Your Cruise Director, and Jonah Goldberg as Some Unidentifiable Flotsam -- and it features many of the leading voices in contemporary conservative commentary.  Alas, if you embark on this voyage of intellectual discovery, you also have to see their faces, and I imagine most passengers' reaction will be similar to mine when I clicked over and viewed the staff's mugshots: slack-jawed stupefaction, followed by two hours of lost time.

Still, these are all Randian Übermenschen und frauen, who firmly believe that cut-throat, unregulated competition strengthens both a nation's economy and her people, so let's take these glamour shots and hold a beauty contest!

I'll arrange the portraits by category, and you vote for the winner in each one -- and feel free to come up with  your own (and no doubt better) captions.  Ready? (If not, you can just skip to the cat pictures below.)

Category #1:  Miss Smug
Tony Blankley

 Cal Thomas

Jonah Goldberg

Talent Portion:  Smiling with pursed lips.

Question:  Where Do You Want to Be in Five Years?  Leading the unexamined life.

Category #2:  Miss Old Man and the Sea
Bernard Lewis
John O' Sullivan
Fred Dalton Thompson


Talent Portion:  Storing scotch in my jowls for the winter.

Question:  Where Do You Want to Be in Five Years?  Enjoying the sweet release of death.

Okay, that's it for Round One.  Please cast your ballots in Comments, and best of luck to all of our lovely contestants!

Post-Friday Beast Blogging: The Cat Scanner Edition


Moondoggie:  Hey...My brain hurts.  And I didn't even know I had one. 
Riley:  C'mon, explode, already...Explode...!

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Idiocy: The Antidote to Satire

You may have seen this Onion story:  Obama Turns 50 Despite Republican Opposition.  Well, today Joseph Farah, the editor in chief of World Net Daily and the man who inherited Harry Reems' upper lip, decided to prove that WND is immune to mockery:
Happy birthday?

How much don't we know about Barack Obama as he nears the end of his third year of White House occupation?

Well, he claims today is his 50th birthday.

Yet, incredibly, it is still only an unsubstantiated claim – and, perhaps, more suspect than ever. 
I hadn't really expected Farah to put on Marilyn's dress from The Seven Year Itch and breathily croon "Happy Birthday, Mr. President," but this seems a bit overboard.  Still, Joe is a dynamo when there are sheep to be fleeced, and pigeons to be plucked:
Since I carried the ball on this issue when no one wanted to talk about it, I am actually stepping up my own activism on the eligibility issue through 2012.
Sadly, WND special offers like this are no longer the reliable rube bait they once were:

I blame the recession, or perhaps a drop in home-schooling.

Thus, even in a world of Earl Grey-guzzling neo-bats, a man's gotta have a gimmick, and just because the Pure Food and Drug Act has outlawed your Professor Farah's Rejuvenating Essence of Rattlesnake Vitals doesn't mean you can't add a drop of castor oil and a pinch of opium and re-patent your nostrum as Dr. Farah's Invigorating Tincture of Viper Sputum.
Because of the overwhelming evidence put forward now from document experts who have examined this official White House deception, it's all a matter of public record. Obama's birth certificate fraud is indefensible. In desperation, like others in his position in the past, he has decided to cover up the original crime with an even more serious crime.
A birthday party.
How long will it take to see him frog-marched down Pennsylvania Avenue?
One hopes Obama will keep his charade going just long enough for Joseph to bulk-buy another year's supply of Luscious Lip Shoe and Philtrum Polish®.
We're not nearly as far away as you might think. While the media and the failed Washington political establishment would like it to just go away, that will never happen.

Not as long as I am around to sit on Obama's birthday cake.
If I'd known you were coming I'd have baked a hemorrhoid cushion.
Certifigate will be his undoing – as long as you won't let it go.
The first step will be getting people to stop snickering when they hear the word "Certifigate."  Or we could skip the whole thing and just send Joseph a copy of Mean Girls.

Gretchen: That is so fetch!
Regina: Gretchen, stop trying to make fetch happen! It's not going to happen!
Would you like to see those billboards all over America in 2012? Do you think it will make a difference in undermining his illegitimate authority and his prospects for extending it?
Absolutely!  Although this time I'd like the billboards augmented with a bigger-than-life cartoon of Joseph flogging the exhumed corpse of Secretariat.
If so, I hope you will join me in making an Obama birthday pledge to support the "Where's the real birth certificate?" billboard campaign.¹
¹ Link removed to avoid becoming an Accessory After the Factlessness.

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