Agitprop: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Propaganda

Obama Nobel Post-Mortem

via Mr. Fun @ The Defeatists!

Hey, if Woodrow Wilson and Henry Kissinger can receive a peace prize, I guess anyone can.

Obama's Waffen-SS

The Pimp speaks:

ACORN has ascended.  They elect our politicians and receive billions in tax money. Their world is a revolutionary, socialistic, atheistic world, where all means are justifiable.  And they create chaos, again, for it’s own sake.  It is time for us to be studying and applying their tactics, many of which are ideologically neutral.  It is time, as Hannah said as we walked out of the ACORN facility, for conservative activists to “create chaos for glory.”

It's a novel idea, really. I'm glad to see conservatives improvise a little.

Sometimes you feel like a blawg. Sometimes you don't.

It's unfair to cast every astroturfer as a mere pawn of the insurance industry. There are legitimate concerns over a government-run health care program. However, the cream ("Obama wants to kill Trig Palin!"..."Nancy Pelosi will euthanize my grandma instead of treating her gout!") rises to the top. There's so much god damn noise in this debate that I've tuned it all out. 

Republicans and their corporate enablers know well how to churn up the fury in a crowd. But little does the crowd know that the program we will end up with will not be universal, nor single payer, nor even contain a public option. We'll get some Democratic corporate enabler-approved shit packaged in a shiny Obama logo embossed box with a grinning Reid and Pelosi standing by while Chairman Mao gives his Herbie John Hancock to the bill. They will declare Mission Accomplished and then move along. These are Democrats, remember?

Robert Kelly, a commenter at Crispin's place, captures my mood:

The thing I've taken from this is witnessing the unbelievable incompetence of the Democratic Party. Listening to the rhetoric from the Right, I'm expected to believe that liberals are ushering in an age of commie-fascism. Now, one day in 2003 millions of people, globally, protested the Iraq War. Hundreds of thousands protested in New York City alone. I wasn't likely to join them, but fat lot of good they did.

Listening to the Liberal Left, a hundred or a thousand people show up at a Town Hall meeting and I'm expected to believe *this* is the next coming of fascism. And these crowds, mobs, whatever, are still boring and stupid; bullying, selfish and utterly reactionary. Is it really that difficult to send the Democrats into a panic? I'm shocked that the Trotskyist cults, neo-hippies and anarcho-communists haven't cooked Tim Kaine in a pot for lunch and eaten him.

I wonder what Tim Kaine tastes like. Probably chicken.

God Bless The Spectacle

some reasoned Spectacle wrap-up here.

The Album is Going to Drop Any Day Now

Includes the bonus track Down With Dora.

The final obamapostasy until the next obamapostasy

I swear I've ate my last obama-wafer, but pigs are still so wafer-thin more shitty, can a rube resist just one more tiny obama-wafer?....  Related torture links and other stuff here.

Your Agonizer Please, Mr Kyle

Wednesday @ Salon:

Obama, Jenkins points out, positioned himself in the primaries as a man "at home with both blacks and whites, someone whose mixed racial background has forced him to become a cultural translator." In this sense Obama even surpasses Spock, whose struggle to reconcile his half-human, half-Vulcan genes is a continual source of inner conflict. In one episode, the entire Enterprise crew (except for Kirk) is infected by alien spores that turn them into doe-eyed flower children. The "cure" is anger -- thus Kirk is forced to provoke his first officer to rage. He succeeds, spectacularly, by insulting Spock’s racial pedigree: "All right, you mutinous half-breed! You’re an overgrown jackrabbit! An elf, with a hyperactive thyroid! A simpering, devil-eared freak whose father was a computer and his mother an encyclopedia!"

Today's Maurmeme Dowd column:

Commanding his own unwieldy starship of blended species, with Cheney, Limbaugh and other pitiless Borg aliens firing phasers from all sides, Mr. Obama has certainly invoked Mr. Spock’s Vulcan philosophy of “Infinite diversity in infinite combinations.” And he even recruited some impulsive Rahmulen muscle for his Utopia.

Jeebuzzy fuck, I know one shetty blegger who always uses silly-ass Star Trek allusions to describe my his obamapologies and obamapostasies

but I'm he's just a shetty blegger trying to amuse my his fellow shetty bleggers, wondering why I he doesn't get paid six figures to write Modotripe (or have a byline at Salon).

Head of Government

Obama meets privately with the Dead?

As if chatting with the president in the Oval Office weren't cool enough, something remarkable happened on their way out. Just outside the Oval Office, Phil and his wife, Jill Lesh, spotted a vase full of Scarlet Begonias sitting on a table.

Scarlet Begonias? I was at this show, two windowpanes to the good.