A Christian Jim Carrey impersonator. Ack!
“You’re not making Christianity any better you’re just making comedy worse.” HRH (slightly paraphrased)
(via Christian Nightmares)
A Christian Jim Carrey impersonator. Ack!
(via Christian Nightmares)
In honor of Glenn Beck’s final day at Fox:
First came the kickbacks.
Now, the patronage.
Gov. Nathan Deal’s choice to be the state’s mental health ombudsman is dating the governor’s chief spokesman and was chosen without following procedures outlined in state law, The Atlanta Journal-Constitution has learned.
Deal named Corinna Magelund to the position earlier this month at a salary $25,000 above what her predecessor made, while also giving Magelund more responsibility. Magelund, who previously served as then-Gov. Sonny Perdue’s scheduler, does not have direct hands-on experience in mental health. Deal’s office said she was not hired because of her relationship with Brian Robinson, Deal’s deputy chief of staff for communications, but for her experience in state government.
According to a colleague, Atlanta’s former mayor was on the radio this morning blaming the media for the resignation of the city’s scandal-plagued schools superintendent, Beverly Hall.
Franklin and Hall have a lot in common. Their tenures as mayor and superintendent, respectively, started strong but ended poorly.
It’s the media’s fault.
There’s no rationalizing the Ohio congressman’s spirited defense of dictator Bashar al-Assad who, according to Kucinich, is “highly loved and appreciated by the Syrians.”
Nearly 1,000 Syrians killed by al-Assad’s thugs in a little more than two months of opposition protests beg to differ.
Surprise: The drama queen plays the victim card while strolling the red carpet at the Iowa premiere of the *Palin propaganda opus.
“What would make a celebrity, like you saw on screen, so hate someone that they’d seek their destruction, their death, the death of their children?”
So David Letterman wants to murder Bristol, eh Sarah?
*By the way, the title of the Palin pic, “The Undefeated,” is quite misleading. Besides her failed 2008 run for the Blair House, she finished third in her bid to be Miss Alaska and lost in her quest for the GOP nomination for lieutenant governor in 2002. She’s been defeated as many times as not.
We’ve got plenty of auteurs working today. We’ve got Johnnie To’s and Tarantino’s and Cholodenko’s and Refn’s. But when you walk into a dark theater on a hot summer day with a soda big enough to power a used Prius and your hands are already sticky from popcorn “butter” and you sit down, you might have paid at the Regal or Landmark or AMC box office, but when that title card flashes, “A Michael Bay Film” you are in his house now. And whether or not you agree with his sociopolitical point of view, his treatment of robots or his treatment of Megan Fox, you must admit that, for a couple of hours, it’s a pretty awesome place to be.
Yeah, that’s the problem with today’s movies: Too many auteurs, not enough Michael Bays.
The 20th Century’s most overrated figure (she actually touched poor people and once hugged someone with AIDS!) gets the 50th birthday treatment from Newsweek. It’s the UK’s most embarrassing fetish, as illustrated by Newsweek editor Tina Brown’s vacuous profile of the late princess:
Brown then seeks to answer her own question, saying the former Diana Spencer likely “would have gone the J. Crew and Galliano route a la Michelle Obama, always knowing how to mix the casual with the glam.”
“There is no doubt she would have kept her chin taut with strategic Botox shots and her bare arms buff from the gym,” said Brown, predicting her late friend would have made at least two more trips down the wedding aisle herself, probably “on both sides of the Atlantic.”
How have we survived without her?
Nothing to say, really. Just wanted to use the word “imbroglio” and make fun of Glenn Beck (clip here).
Will the persecution of rich, doughy conservatives ever stop?
Coach Palin originated it and Michele Bachmann is stealing it, claims Palin daughter Roger Clinton.
I think she dresses a lot like my mom. But a lot, a lot of women have done that the last few years. I do think it’s odd, you know, seeing people with red blazers with their hair up with glasses.
I don’t know if she’s wearing glasses but you want to be “Hummmm, do you think that people don’t notice you’re dressing like my mom?”
Comparing gay marriage advocates to the likes of Bull Connor and Kim Jong-il reaffirms a time-tested maxim: The greater the hyperbole, the weaker the rebuttal.
It doesn’t get any weaker than these dispatches from
World Net Falwell National Review Online.
To dismiss the N. Korea analogy as beyond the pale is to deny the rational of the founding fathers, to deny any appeals to right and wrong that extend beyond positive law. Tyranny is capricious law, based upon the will of one, few, or many in a way that gravely contradicts the common good and the traditional laws for securing that good. Too much Team America and not enough Aristotle in these dismissals of the N. Korea analogy.
The gay-marriage movement is thus not the heir of the civil-rights movement; it is the heir of Bull Connor and others who tried to impose their false idea of moral reality on others by coercive state power.
Chris Wallace was wrong to ask Michele Bachmann if she is flaky. He should’ve asked if she’s conspiratorial whack job — a rhetorical question, yes, but more appropriate. This is the candidate, after all, who wouldn’t fill out a Census form because she feared some Obama/ACORN conspiracy to pilfer precious bodily fluids.
Regardless, can we at least agree that flakes and nuts are gender-neutral?
Apparently not. More than a few pundits are claiming that the Fox News Sunday host is sexist because he asked Rep. Bachmann if she’s frosted or corn.
“[Wallace] made a fool of himself while revealing the sexist double-standard that floats for ‘fair and balanced’ at Fox,” writes blogger Taylor Marsh.
Totally baseless, of course, but no matter. Bachmann can play the victim now, rallying her base against the media elites conspiring to bring her down.
To be fair, Bachmann is no Sarah Palin when it comes to martyrdom. And the victim doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Bristol Palin, out pimping her “memoir,” now claims her virginity was “stolen.” Not sure if the thief was Levi or Bartles and Jaymes, but it certainly wasn’t Bristol’s fault.
So much for the party of personal responsibility.
Overheard (second-hand, thank God) at a international conglomerate’s mobile summit: “We are curating serendipity.” So they’re overseeing or organizing fortunate discoveries by accident? Unfortunately, he wasn’t laughed out of the room.
Also, authenticity is the new buzzword, apparently, replacing pivot. So now you know.
(FTW = For the win, I’m told.)
Do couples have fights if one doesn’t update their Facebook status to reflect they are “in a relationship?” At what point is the declaration made? Obligation, or point of pride? Just curious, and bemused.
Andrew Sullivan asks, “When did you lose your Internet cherry?” My story:
I was the first of my friends to purchase a PC, a massive Compaq that set me back nearly $2,000. I was freelancing at the time, typing stories on a word processor, which I would save to a floppy disc then drive to whatever publication was paying, where they would upload it. Not very efficient.
The ‘net was a virtual clean slate back then, a godsend for budding entrepreneurs. Unfortunately, I lack the money-making gene. I am, however, quite skilled at making mischief out of nothing.
The social networks back then were Prodigy, CompuServe and AOL. Soon I discovered the M4M chat rooms, fertile ground for a troublemaker.
I created a schizophrenic profile in the guise of one of the many voices in my head, disgraced six-time local Emmy Award weatherman Levon Dukes, 62: 39, Sunday school teacher, aggressive top, six-pack abs, Boy Scout leader, bear, bourbon drinker, etc.
Screen name MrDukes would enter a gay room with guns blazing, admonishing chatters for their “degenerate lifestyles” while IM’ing crude come-ons. I had an accomplice, Levon’s nephew Tiny, who would “accidentally” stumble into the lobby: “Mr. Dukes, is that you?” MrDukes would then rip into Tiny with a torrent of merciless, unprovoked insults. On cue, the rest of the room would rush to Tiny’s defense, blowing the whistle on Mr. Dukes’ closet-bound hypocrisy.
I miss chat room takeover.