Sunday, February 10, 2013

Sundays With S.Z. - Episode 2

Do bugs lead to buggery?  Learn the facts in this think piece inspired by all the sex and violence in Sheri's garden.  Originally published September 16, 2003.

Mantis Love Shows Why You Should Boycott American Airlines

We had our first frost of the season Saturday night, freezing some of the squash -- but alas, there's still plenty more, so I guess I'll have to eat some of it.  Seeing their plant comrades shrivel up and die seems to have had a salutatory effect on the tomatoes, who have finally gotten with the program and starting producing comestibles.

But my main crop this year seems to be bugs.  Mainly giant grasshoppers (I’m thinking of remaking THE BEGINNING OF THE END, since I do have a cast of thousands of ‘hoppers to draw upon).  But also some big, disgusting squash bugs (which do, as their name indicates, squash quite satisfactorily), and some regular-sized, repulsive earwigs.  Oh, and a large population of praying mantises, who do their part for bug solidarity by eating the other bugs, thus ensuring there’s just enough squash the bugs don’t eat to encourage the humans to plant more next year, which the bugs will eat, and so continue the cycle of life.

A couple of days ago I was happy to spot a large female mantis in the chrysanthemums-–I could tell she was a female by her protruding stomach, which meant that she was ready to lay her eggs as soon as she found a mate to fertilize them.  Or, that she was depressed about the mantis dating scene, and was drowning her sorry with pints of Ben & Jerry’s Grasshopper ‘n Earwig ripple.  In any case, I was hoping that she would place a mantis personal ad or something, because I looked forward to the pitter-patter of little mantis feet next spring, leading to large mantis mouths swallowing grasshoppers next summer.

When I saw her today, she had that special glow which meant that she had found her soul mate.  The fact that she was devouring the head of a male mantis, whose twitching legs seemed to indicate a mild distaste for the post-coital snuggling, only strengthened my conviction that it was love, love LOVE! (I thought about taking a picture, to share the joy with you, but then decided that the new couple deserved their privacy).
Anyway, this beautiful re-enactment of nature’s old story of boy meets girl, boy has sex with girl, and girl eats boy’s head, got me looking for something in the news to celebrate heterosexuality.  And NewsMax, World Net Daily, Cybercast News Service, etc, didn’t let me down, providing recent items showing how big corporations are seducing our youth into becoming gay through their nefarious plan of treating homosexuals like regular people.

(Okay, these articles aren’t a celebration of heterosexuality as much as a bashing of non-heterosexuality, but the only paean to straightness I could find was this sentence in a piece (Abnormal Sex Violates Nature’s Laws) by Newsmax’s Wilson C. Lucom: "It is a fact that cannot be denied: You would not be alive today to read this message if your mother and father were homosexuals who would not have children."  While true enough, I suppose, it's just not inspiring and ennobling enough to do justice to sight of the female mantis eating the male’s head.)

So, what I’m going to cover today is how American Airlines, by helping to sponsor the North American Conference on Bisexuality which was held in San Diego a couple of week ago, poked a finger in the eye the Traditional Value of heterosexuality, and so we should never fly with them again.
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In an article titled American Airlines Cuts Jobs But Sponsors Gay Events, Paul M.Weyrich, Chairman and CEO of the Free Congress Foundation (dedicated to freeing Congress and other dissident groups who have been jailed for alleged acts of subversion) reports (for both NewsMax and CNS) that:
American Airlines used to pride itself on being an airline that was "doing what we do best."  Most people would think that means getting travelers to their intended destination quickly and efficiently, making the experience of flying as pleasant as possible.  [Note: Nobody who had actually flown on AA would think that, but that’s a blog for another day.]  But defenders of traditional values know that what the airline does "best" is to be a major corporate sponsor of leading youth down the wrong path, one that can lead to poor health habits, even an early death.
Yes, studies have shown that the biggest threat to the health and well-being of our young people is sinster, shifty-eyed airlines, who meet our youth in seedy nightclubs or public restrooms, and then lead the naive youngsters astray with seductive promises of Frequent Flyer Miles ("First 10,000 miles are free, kid").
Well, actually Paul is upset about AA helping to sponsor the conference on bisexuality I mentioned above. He continues:
Millions of believers in traditional values fly on this airline and it is an outrage that they are using our dollars to subsidize a conference like this.
Well, technically, once you give your money to AA in exchange for goods or services, it is THEIR money.  But I guess the Traditional Values people could treat the airlines like panhandlers and tell them, "I’m sorry, American, but I’m not going to pay you for that ticket to Boise because I know you’ll just blow the money on booze and Bisexual conferences."
Paul continues:
This is no aberration. American has made it a point to cater to the homosexual/bisexual market, placing money above the defense of our traditional morality. On Sept. 12-14, in Washington, for instance, the airline is listed as a sponsor of Capital Classic XI, a gay and lesbian tennis tournament.
Personally, I think we should boycott ALL businesses that place money before the defense of traditional values.  You know, like how Halliburton is putting money above the traditional value of charity and good Samaritanism, and demanding to get PAID for reconstructing Iraq.  So, I say we all refuse to buy any of Halliburton's . . .whatevers.  And we should also boycott all companies which sponsor tennis, on the principle that I don't really care for it, and then pressure them to spend their money ("OUR money") on stuff I do like, like Mystery Science Theater 3000.

Paul goes on to say that while the boycott of Disney for its shameful "gay days" didn’t actually do any good, American Airlines, being a lot smaller, less diverse, and in worse financial shape than the Mouse Kingdom, should be easier to bring to its knees (as it were).

He then states that AA "is not the only corporation that has sent traditional values crashing," and mentions that William J. Murray of the Religious Freedom Coalition ("Fighting for Your Freedom To Not Be Free of Religion"), "is on the warpath about Orbitz, the online travel company that has been airing TV advertisements featuring a homosexual marionette making moves on a man at a swimming pool." Because when our puppets turn gay, you know that our society is doomed, DOOMED!

Oh, and per Murray, it doesn’t even make good business sense for Orbitz to court the homosexual traveler, since "less than 1 percent of men are actually practicing homosexuals" and therefore "each homosexual would have to spend $137,000.00 per year on travel to match that spend by normal heterosexual men."  And if that normal heterosexual man is scared that gay puppets will hit on him at the hotel swimming pool, he might just take his $137,000 and stay home this year.  I wonder if Orbitz has thought about THAT!

For their part, CyberCast News.com (Financially Ailing Airline Blasted for Sponsoring Bisexuality Event) gets a sound-bite from Robert Knight, director of the Culture and Family Institute (which presumably makes families watch PBS and visit art museums), who says:
"Perhaps when parents see their sons and daughters lured into homosexual experimentation, they will look at American Airlines, Subaru and the other corporate promoters of homosexuality as the cynical, uncompassionate entities that they really are."
You know, I can buy the fact that AA and Subaru are luring my sons and daughters into homosexual experimentation (could those Paul Hogan Outback commercials have been a MORE blatant pitch for the gay life-style?)  But the idea that corporate entities are really cynical and uncompassionate??? No, that I will never accept.

But, just as I was ready to vow that AA would never get a dime from me again (well, I had already vowed that, based on a plane trip from hell that left me stranded at the Dallas airport overnight -- but this time the boycott was going to be MORAL), I read this article (Bisexuality Conference Misrepresented American Airlines' Role) from TownHall news, pointing out that AA didn’t actually sponsor the Bisexual Conference, they just provided a group travel discount to attendees, like they do for "hundreds of other meetings of all kinds." Um, never mind.

But, per TownHall, we shouldn’t blame CNS and the rest for misreporting the situation; no, its bisexuals’ fault, for thanking AA for the discounts and thus misleading the eager perversion-spotters.  And besides, AA is still going to hell: 
The misrepresentation of American Airlines' role in the bisexuality conference may have been spawned by semantics or formalities [or poor reading comprehension skills], but the company's affinity among homosexual advocacy groups is readily evident.
The Human Rights Campaign (HRC), an advocacy organization for homosexuality and bisexuality, gave AA a perfect score in its most recent Corporate Equality Index, which rates the policies of U.S. companies as they relate to homosexual employees and consumers.
And if AA treats homosexual employees and consumers just like regular people, then they are spitting in the face of traditional values, and deserve to be boycotted.  Well, not boycotted so much as reprogrammed.  You get the electrodes and I'll get the gay-airplane porn. 

Next time: Washington Times quotes "Allyson Smith of Concerned Women for America," who actually attended the conference (she was that concerned!), just so she could report to you the shocking goings-on, to include "workshops involving full male and female nudity, 'sex toy' demonstrations, XXX pornographic video screenings, and advice on throwing sex parties."  Well, maybe we won't cover that, since it might convert you away from heterosexuality.  And then I'd get boycotted.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

My Menu Has a First Name, It's O.S.C.A.R...

"C'mon, c'mon, play this guy off already!  Mr. Clean and me wanna hit the Vegas Seafood Buffet before all the shrimp toast is gone!"

My friend PJ of One Minute Movie Reviews hosts an annual Academy Awards potluck in which all the dishes have a tasty if tenuous connection to the nominated films.  Last year was a dessert buffet, and featured such items as:
The Help – Chocolate Cream Pie is the obvious choice.  No one will eat this so you don’t have to worry if it’s good or not. 
 and:
 Hugo – Croissants and milk would be really cute especially if you can get a little urchin obsessed with clocks and robots to steal them.
 Occasionally I'll get a call a week or so before the event asking for help with the theme, but not this year, because for 2013, the Oscars menu writes itself.  Here's a taste:
In AMOUR they have a frisee salad, croissants and coffee with milk but I don’t want my party guests thinking about staring into the abyss of death more than they usually do, so maybe skip it.
Check it out here, and see who got the Oscar Nom nom nom.

Post-Friday Beast Blogging: The Pensive Pussies Edition, Vol. XII

Riley:  Great...I don't have cat dander, I've got cat dandruff.  Maybe I should tip over his bottle of Head And Shoulders and roll around in it...

Moondoggie:  I've got a blanket, Mommy's bra, and a copy of the MST3K Episode Guide...Yeah, I'm in for the night.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Sundays With S.Z.

S.Z.:  Supermodel/Astronaut//Spy

As promised, a new feature featuring old stuff.  Vintage stuff.  Classic stuff, from the buttoned-down mind of S.Z., the gentle genius who founded World O' Crap.  And as we can see from this week's entry, mocking wingnuts never gets old, because old wingnuts never go away.

In this post, originally published on August 22, 2003, Sheri interviewed God about Roy Moore, Chief Justice of the Alabama Supreme Court, who -- as you may recall -- raised a bit of a Church and State stink when he secretly hired workers to install a 5-ton monolith carved with the Ten Commandments in the rotunda of the courthouse in 2001.  When a federal judge ordered him to remove it two years later, Chief Justice Moore flipped him the Yellowhammer (the state bird of Alabama) and was subsequently removed by the Alabama judicial ethics panel (who knew they even had one?).

Now, nine years later, the voters have restored Roy Moore to his former office; and since he went to all the trouble of copyrighting his monument, he must still have it lying around somewhere, so I suspect it's only a matter of time before he sneaks it back into the Rotunda under cover of darkness.  In other words, we've come full circle, so let's relive S.Z.'s exclusive chin-wag with the Almighty (her first post to go viral in the blogosphere, a mere three days after WO'C's founding)...

God Comments On Alabama Ten-Commandments Rock

It seems that this guy Rob Moore is just not going to get his rock out of the rotunda -- at least, not until the media stops covering this story.

And while there have been a lot of people interviewed about the situation (Rob, his supporters, the Alabama State Attorney General, the ACLU, Jerry Falwell, etc.), it seems that nobody has talked to perhaps the key player in all of this: God.

So, I got in touch with God's press secretary and managed to set up a short lunch meeting. Here's a transcript of our conversation:

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Me: Thanks for agreeing to talk with me.

God: No problem. I meet so few reporters these days that I felt it was my duty.

Me: Hey, was that a slam?!? But let's move on. As you know . . .

God: Yes. I'm omniscient.

Me: . . .Alabama Chief Justice Roy Moore has said "he would be guilty of treason" if he didn't fight to keep a monument of the Ten Commandments in the rotunda of the state judicial building. Do you agree?

God: Yes. But since Ann Coulter branded everybody she doesn't like (Democrats, liberals, women, airport baggage screeners, all the kids who made fun of her girlish crush on Joe McCarthy, etc.) as traitors, treason is now cool and hip.

Me: Moore has also said that he needs to keep the monument in the rotunda "to fulfill the campaign promise that he made to the citizens of Alabama to restore the moral foundation of law." What do you think he means by this?

God: That he wants to do Law & Order, Old Testament-style. You know, stoning homosexuals. Stoning adulteresses. Stoning kids who sass their parents. Stuff like that.

Me: And do you agree with him on this?

God: Hell, no! I sent you people my son and licensed representative to give you Commandments Version 2.0, which has a root code of "Love thy neighbor as thyself." I don't see anybody putting a two-ton granite block of THAT in any state buildings!

Me: So, what do you think of Reverend Falwell's comparison of Moore "with slain civil rights leader Martin Luther King Jr., who defied segregation laws in the white-dominated U.S. South in the 1950s and 1960s"?

God: Well, I hardly need Moore or Falwell to fight for MY desegregation. I AM omnipresent, you know.

Me: I think Falwell meant that it's okay to break "man's law when needed to preserve God's law."

God: I knew that. (Might I remind you of that omniscience thing?) I just thought it was a stupid analogy. And by the way, my law was never "Put a big granite monument of the Ten Commandments in a public place." My law was "Obey the damn commandments, and even more than that, love your enemies. Oh, and don't make a public spectacle of yourself by trumpeting your good deeds in the street or praying to be seen of men. And no worshiping of graven images!" But I guess it's my fault that I didn't package this stuff as "The Complete Idiot's Guide to the Commandments."

Me: And what do you think of Alan Keyes urging of Moore's supporters to "take back America from the unruly courts"?

God: I think that Keyes and Moore should first work on taking back daytime television from those unruly court TV shows! They are annoying, irresponsible, and demeaning to all involved. Plus, they take up valuable air time that could be used for reruns of "Highway to Heaven" and "Touched by an Angel." And "Perry Mason" -- I've always liked that one. Oh, and speaking of sedition, don't you think that what Keyes is advocating comes close?

Me: Um, I really couldn't comment -- except that if being a traitor is now cool, I don't think Keyes is one. One last question: what do you think of Moore's vow to file a formal appeal with the high court “to defend our constitutional right to acknowledge God"?

God: Being omniscient and all, I'm pretty sure that the constitution doesn't say that one has the right to acknowledge ANYTHING by sneaking 5,300-pound slabs of granite into public buildings in the dead of night. Unless perhaps Moore is speaking of the "Pranksters, Hazers, and Practical Jokesters Constitution."

As for acknowledging ME, I would prefer it if people would, you know, visit the fatherless and the widows in their affliction, and keep themselves unspotted from the world. Sure, it's easier to lug around big rocks, but it's not really the way I want to be worshiped. The big chunk o' granite thing just makes me look stupid in front of my friends.

Me: I'll pass that along. Well, thanks for your time. And best of luck to you in your future endeavors.

God. Same to you. See you at the second coming. Um, wear something nonflammable!

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There you have it. I hope this ends this little contretemps, and we don't have to read anymore about it ever again. Because it only encourages Moore and rewards him for acting out, and we don't want that. Or the next time he's up for reelection he'll lug the Dome of the Rock into the court house parking lot and refuse to move it, even though it's in a handicapped space, as a way of showing his constituents that he's a moron. 

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Post Friday Beast Blogging: The "Blue Steel" Edition

UPDATED BELOW

Moondoggie:  I call this look...le Tigre!

Riley:  I can't believe I agreed to roleplay a turtle...Most. Boring. LARP. Ever.

UPDATE:  In comments, D.Sidhe writes:  That's no turtle! That's a pusscake!

Why---it's true!  She's solved The Pusscake Conundrum (which also happens to be my favorite Robert Ludlum novel) -- it's cheesecake photography with cats!

Image courtesy of Cats That Look Like Pin Up Girls (mildly NSFW)

Friday, February 1, 2013

An Officer and a Pusscake

Earlier today I was standing in line at the pharmacy, scrolling through Twitter, when I happened to notice this tweet to Josh Marshall from a dissatisfied customer:

Personally, fucking yourself sounds like a lot of work, especially if, like me, you're self-loathing, because then you have to imagine that you're someone else just to get off (and if you're looking into a mirror while doing it, you've got to take care that you don't call yourself by another name, because you'll ruin the moment, and might accidentally wind up summoning Candyman.)  So I'd reverse the order of that To Do list: fuck yourself first -- get the hard part out of the way -- and then reward yourself by settling back with a nice steaming cup of pusscake.  That's how Carol Lawrence did it in those old General Foods International Coffee commercials.

But then one of Marshall's other readers wondered what a "pusscake" is, which reminded me of the time, over at TBogg's place, when George Tierney of Greenville, South Carolina enlivened the American lexicon with his gift of the word "fuckchop."

So it seems like traditional insults are no longer sufficient for our conservative friends, who must resort to assembling complex new compound words in order to paint the room with rage.  Now, I'm no expert on German grammar, so I'm not exactly sure how they go about daisy-chaining these neologisms, but based on the work of Mr. Krough and Mr. Tierney, the perfect rightwing pejorative appears to combine a reference to sex or sexual organs, with some kind of food (I assume "fuckchop" is a noun not verb, like "porkchop."  In fact, those two words are probably synonymous).

The line wasn't moving so I continued to scroll, and saw that Mr. Krough claims to be a Marine, which reminded me how Lou Gossett, Jr.'s drill instructor in An Officer and a Gentleman addressed Richard Gere's Zack Mayo as "Mayo-nnaise," a gibe which seems premised on the same theme (granted, it's not sex+food, but it is condiment+jism).

Then I saw this follow-up tweet, and it all became clear to me...

While it's a regrettable practice that is increasingly proscribed, the fact remains that lower primates are still considered edible in some cultures, which leads me to conclude that what Mr. Krough and his confreres are offering us is not a tasting menu of random insults , but an entire table d'hôte banquet of abuse.  Now again, I'm no caterer, but the way I see it, the fuck monkeys would be served first, as an appetizer (sort of like hush puppies); fuckchops would be the entree; followed by delicious pusscake for dessert.

By the way, many thanks to Thers of Whiskey Fire fame for this (extremely kind) post at Eschaton (and Hi to all the nice new people who dropped by.  If you haven't had a chance, please consider picking up a copy of our book, Better Living Through Bad Movies.  It contains more concentrated snark than you can find at Michelle Malkin's Twitchy, or Glenn Beck's The Blaze, or really any wingnut site that sounds like a slang term for a neurological disorder or an STD).

Also thanks to Thers for pointing out something which bears repeating:  "SZ in particular doesn't get anywhere near the credit she deserves. SZ invented left internet snark in a lot of ways."  I couldn't agree more, and have decided to start a new weekend feature, reposting some of her greatest hits from the early days of Wo'C.  Let me know if you have any requests.

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