Just in case you thought Sarah Palin only hated polar bears, wolves and moose, she's now suing the federal government to stop it from protecting the Cook Inlet beluga whales as an endangered species.
to which she so eloquently responded:
"She's a fucking idiot... They ought to make it open season on Palins."
'america's song'by will.i.am, david foster, faith hill, bono, seal & mary j. blige CLICK HERE for free mp3 download via oprah.com
In 2006, Obama visited Kibera, Kenya, one of the worst slums in all of Africa. As he came to the village, children from the outskirts of town, seeing him approaching, turned and ran to the village center, chanting, “Obama biro yawne yo! Obama biro yawne yo!”
i found the last warm & fuzzy photo of the day in a slideshow on huffington post about post-debate pda. a slideshow of presidential candidates and their spouses "celebrating" at the conclusion of each debate. i noted how cold and unfuzzy(?) the mccain's seemed compared to the obama's. my mom asked me to show her a picture of the mccain's, after which she responded:
"ew, he don't eat no pussy and she don't suck his cock."
i couldn't make that kind of shit up if i tried.
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"...Money and jobs are flying out of this country as our currency becomes worthless and we're talking about the fact that McCain is a veteran.If someone busted into your house and robbed you would you then forgive them if you found out they were a veteran?Of course not. So why are we forgiving McCain for selling out his country by supporting the Bush agenda?
This is it folks.If McCain takes power we fade and become Australia in the seventies: a backwoods country with occasional flashes of relevance.Except we've got a way bigger military and we're angrier. People will get hurt and we'll pay the bill for the bullets. I'm telling you, unless we wake up, we're gonna lose this frickin' thing..."
this song gives me the chills. the kind of chills that i get when i hear my mom recount exactly where she was and what she was doing when jfk was assassinated, or when the space shuttle challenger exploded. i wasn't around then; and i worry about the future, when now is then. i worry that in the years to come, i will have a tragedy to recall to my children. i know it's a morose thought, and i shouldn't think about it. but i do. from shouting out that obama is a "terrorist" or hollering "kill him" at a rally when obama's name is mentioned, to telling an african-american member of the press corps to "sit down, boy," there's a lot of ugly shit around this year that makes purple band-aids and flip-flops look like thoughtful political discourse.
on the one hand, this shit fucking sucks. this is the land of the free and the home of the brave and we're supposedly proud to be an american[s] from sea to shining sea and yet, 232 years after the founding of this country, 219 years after the signing of our constitution, 145 years after the signing of the emancipation proclamation, 143 years after the ratification of the 13th amendment to the constitution eliminated slavery, 140 years after the ratification of the 14th amendment gave african-americans equal protection under the law, 138 years after the ratification of the 15th amendment prohibited states from abridging the rights of citizens to vote because of their race, 132 years after the first of the jim crow laws abrogated the work that the constitutional amendments started and 44 years after the civil rights act supposedly put to rest any remaining doubts about what would be legal and what should not be acceptable in this fucking country, we've still got people who think that they are better than other people because of melanin content in their skin.
and, what's even more horrifying, that they think they can openly say racist shit because being at a republican rally means that they are among "their" kind. and, given that neither john mccain nor sarah palin, who both happen to belong to the same party as abraham motherfucking lincoln, could take a second to chide a supporter and say, "that language has no place in this party," they might be right. this is what nixon wrought on this country and his party, this is what rovian politics brings. there's no courage in ignoring who your supporters are. there's no honor in taking their votes if you can't take a minute to chide them for their racism. there would be honor and there would be courage in saying, "if you are voting for us because obama is black, or because you think he is muslim, we don't want your votes. vote for us on the issues, or don't vote for us at all." but john mccain and sarah palin will take their support and their attendance at rallies with a wink and a well-coiffed nod and everyone will pretend that they didn't hear what was said and the racists will think they have someone who agrees with them in the white house and the rest of us will march happily on by like little lemmings and believe, as we want to believe, that they don't.
and on the other hand, if enough of those people come out of their noose-festooned closets wearing their confederate decorated clothing and quit talking about how the 'flag of intolerance' is some sort of states' rights-southern pride bullshit and acknowledge that it is about racism, showing their non-running red-white-and-blueblood for what it is, maybe i can stop hearing about how calling obama "articulate" isn't really racist and calling him "young man" isn't really calling him "boy" and calling michelle "angry" isn't playing into stereotypes because the people that want to turn a blind eye to the kind of underlying racism that pervades too much of our actions in this country won't be able to be willfully blind anymore. i understand that lots of people grew up with parents who preached tolerance and in environments that encouraged tolerance and lead (one might be tempted to say "sheltered") lives in which racism has never touched their lives in a way that they've seen or been able or willing to acknowledge, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. and if the racists hiding among us — the person who wrote "nigger" under a sharpie-markered swastika on a locker in jock hall in my high school, for instance, or the woman who told the afl-cio treasurer that she's not voting for obama "because of his race" — have to come out and say it, then the rest of us have to acknowledge that it exists and that 44 years, and 138 years, and 140 years, and 143 years and 145 years hasn't been enough to wipe the stains of slavery from our country's soul or racism from its consciousness. and maybe once we recognize that as a country, once we acknowledge that the evil of racism walks amongst not just the worst of us, but some of the best of us, maybe then, and only then, we can figure out why 150 years isn't enough.
and i'm not even talking about snl from last night. (though i must say, queen latifa did a bang up job.) i'm talking about this post that just came through on jezebel that gave me the chills:
"According to the Huffington Post, Sarah Palin flubbed a Madeleine Albright quote at a rally this morning in California. " "There's a place in Hell reserved for women who don't support other women," Palin said, when the actual quote is, "There's a place in Hell reserved for women who don't help other women." Apparently, Palin got the quote from a Starbucks coffee cup and decided to share it with the crowd. Well, you know what, Sarah Palin? There are a lot of places in Hell, I'm sure, but I was raised to believe that Hell is for people who sell their souls to the Devil, in a metaphorical sense, by turning their backs on what they believe is right. And Sarah Palin, I don't care if you're a woman. I think you're wrong, and there's no way I'm going to Hell for standing up and telling you so.
This is the United States of America, and if you want the respect of me, or millions of other women, you should probably stop threatening us with hellfire and nonsense. And I don't think you, of all people, a woman who believes that rape victims should have to carry their rapist's babies, should be throwing around quips about hell and supporting other women. Maybe you should consider why so many women disagree with you, and if you really support your fellow women, you should be able to recognize, understand, and support their right to not blindly follow you just because we share the same genitalia. I don't know much about Heaven and Hell, but there's a special place on earth called the voting booth that I'll be visiting in November, and I sure as hell won't be supporting you."
you can find a video of the flub on youtube HERE, where, if you watch it, you will see that she gets her wish, to be made fun of in the news the next day. at least she knows how stupid she is now.
China's impressive haul of gold medals at the Beijing Olympics was tarnished somewhat today when it was revealed that "abnormally high levels of lead" were found in the first-place medallions.
The medals, which were supposed to be made entirely of gold, were instead found to be composed of 99% lead alloy and coated with a gold-colored lead-based paint.
The shocking revelations roiled the Olympic complex today and sent officials looking for answers from the Chinese manufacturer of the medals, the Wuhan One Hundred Percent Gold Medal Corporation.
"We are trying to determine how exactly so much lead got into those gold medals," said a spokesman for Wuhan, China's largest exporter of gold medals. "Until we do, we are urging all first-place athletes not to lick, taste or suck on their medals."
The news about the potentially toxic gold medals spread panic among Olympic champions, especially U.S. swimming phenom Michael Phelps.
"I am very, very concerned about my extensive contact with gold medals," Mr. Phelps told reporters. "But what am I supposed to do? Stop being so awesome?"
In other Olympic news, China's hopes for winning more medals in women's gymnastics were dashed when one of their leading gymnasts vanished down a bathtub drain on Tuesday.
Immediately after Jiang Qimin's disappearance, Beijing authorities launched a search for the acclaimed seven-pound athlete.
Jiang had been the subject of speculation earlier this week as many foreign observers doubted China's claims that the two-foot-tall gymnast was sixteen years old.
In an interview with NBC's Bob Costas on Monday, Jiang sparked controversy with this response to a question about her age: "I want my sippy cup."
WOULD IT SURPRISE YOU IF IT WERE ACTUALLY TRUE? ME NEITHER.
so i'm not sure if you're anything like me, but being the 'off the cuff cuisine' chef that i am, i try not to let anything go to waste. you know, when you bring home some bk or mickey d's, and after consuming your poor excuse for food, have ketchup packets or sauce shots left over that you throw in the door and forget about. same goes for chinese food, and you know they always give you enough sauce to put out a fire at the pentagon with your order. you throw them in your refrigerator door and forget about them. then one day you're trying to impress some last minute guests that have decided to stay at your place for dinner and all you have in your 'gourmet' kitchen are some ramen noodles, frozen veggies and some leftover grilled chicken from last weekend's cookout. the makings of a superb, on-the-fly stirfry. but wait, OH SHIT!, how are you going to make a sauce for your stirfry with no sauce? you look in the fridge and all you see is a bottle of ketchup, french's mustard (i use the term mustard loosely when describing french's), and a jar of pickle juice. oh no, what to do, what to do. then you bust open the butter holder, that invariably has never seen a stick of butter in it's life, and VOILA! soy sauce, duck sauce, hot mustard! packets, but instant chinkychow sauce nonetheless! each one of those packets, collected over time, came from a meal, inevitably eaten over conversation, an argument or during a lone lunch of self-reflection, came from a time and place in the past. as are our lessons learned. we learn through the years how to cope, how to inspire, how to teach, and how to live. we don't always remember those lessons, as we throw condiment packets in the fridge we throw life-lessons into the back of our heads, until one day we find ourself in a situation where it becomes relevant and we pull them from the back of our minds as to not waste the advice and lessons of the past. the moral of this story, and the linking of it to my blog- our life experiences are our 'soy sauce packets,' our hidden links to our experiences of our past...
e·piph·a·ny - noun - a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience. [www.dictionary.com]
the epiphanies that we experience in life, questions or situations that we find ourselves in, and don't know how to resolve, can most often be solved my raking our brains in search of a 'soy sauce packet.' an answer to a question. a solution to a problem. and so this, this blog, is simply an ever-expanding culmination of soy sauce packets in my butter box, and the epiphanies that have helped to make room for more butter in my fridge...