Happy Hour Discurso

Today’s opining on the public discourse.

Yes, Dark Knight is just as good the second time around. But don’t take my word for it: ask the folks who made numbers like these possible (h/t LA Times):

SATURDAY AM: Well, look who’s laughing now! Warner Bros, because The Dark Knight’s Friday opening was even bigger than first thought, according to final numbers — $66.4M in North American gross from a record-setting wide release of 4,366 theaters. That includes the record- setting $18.5M in midnight-to-3AM shows from a smaller pool of 3,040 venues. Now Warner Bros has smashed the record for the biggest midnight show ever (better than the $16.9M set by 2005’s Star Wars Episode III: Revenge Of The Sith then playing in 2,915 venues), and the biggest single day gross ever (better than the $59.8M set by May 4, 2007’s Spider-Man 3 in 4,252 venues, including midnight shows). So what about the weekend total? “$153M to $160M — it all depends on Saturday results,” my Warner Bros insider just told me. That would be ANOTHER record-smasher!

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Meanwhile, MovieTickets.com reports that Dark Knight broke the record for tickets sold by a single film in a single day on Friday, surpassing the previous mark set by Spider-Man 3 on May 4, 2007. The site also set a record for the most tickets sold in a single day in the company’s eight-year history. So, yes, believe it or not, there were other movies opening and playing at the box office.


Yeah. It’s that good. Go see it.

I suppose that even with that, one has to care for pollyticks. So, on with the bashing of political morons.

John McCain probably isn’t out to intentionally get Obama killed, but he sure coulda fooled me:

For the last several years, anytime high-profile U.S. officials arrive in Iraq or Afghanistan, it’s described as a “surprise” visit. No matter how many times these officials go to the countries, or how long their stay, it’s always a “surprise.” There’s no real mystery here — if the arrival of VIPs were publicized, their lives might be in danger.

Journalists are almost always responsible with this information, and see no reason to create a potentially dangerous situation. When there are exceptions, it tends to spark outrage — John McCain, for example, was “furious when the press reported on his son serving in Iraq” because McCain “feared the coverage would make him a target.”

The point is obvious — to protect Americans’ lives, details on trips to Iraq and/or Afghanistan are kept under wraps. Everyone knows this, and everyone respects this.

It makes John McCain’s careless remarks yesterday all the more striking.

For weeks now, Barack Obama has closely guarded the details of his planned fact-finding trips to Afghanistan and Iraq, citing security concerns.

But Friday, the Democratic presidential hopeful’s Republican rival, John McCain, may have let the secret out of the bag – infuriating some Obama supporters and putting Camp McCain on the defensive.

“I believe that either today or tomorrow — and I’m not privy to his schedule — Sen. Obama will be landing in Iraq with some other senators” who make up a congressional delegation, McCain told a campaign fund-raising luncheon. “I am sure that Sen. Obama is going to arrive in Baghdad in a much, much safer and secure environment than the one that he would’ve encountered before we started the surge,” McCain added.

While refusing to confirm or deny anything about Obama’s schedule, his aides were furious with McCain’s comment. They noted every major news outlet has resisted speculating on the timing or location of Obama’s war-zone maneuvers out of safety concerns.


John Kerry said he was “surprised” by McCain’s apparent breach of protocol: “I’ve been around enough of these trips to know that I’m leery of saying anything for security reasons. End of story.”

And therein lies the point: John McCain has been around enough of these trips to know the same thing. Yesterday, for whatever reason, he ignored security concerns because he wanted to score a cheap political point.


This is the man that many of our fellow Americans, the dumb as a sack of dead woodchucks kind, could attempt to vote into office. If he’s this clueless about spilling secret travel details into a war zone, just how the fuck are we supposed to trust him with national security? What kind of “national security expert” is this fucking dense?

Or evil. Let’s not forget it could be a case of the evils, becuase if this fucker has his wits about him, that’s the only explanation left.

The Religious Right probably loves him all the more right now. Swallowing McCain probably goes down a lot sweeter when it’s chased with a shot of “try to get Barack Obama killed:”

I’ve been wondering what the Religious Right is going to do about John McCain. These groups are clearly not crazy about the guy. But I predicted months ago that the fear of a Democratic president would terrify them so much that they would come around. That’s what appears to be happening.

I’ve been monitoring e-mails from the Family Research Council (FRC) and other groups and have noticed a trend: They are coming after Barack Obama with guns blazing while finding reasons to forgive McCain every time he lets them down.


Morbo has the proof – the poor man subscribes to countless religious right emails so we don’t have to. He can tell you just how batshit insane these fuckers are, and how tightly they’ve had to hold their nose to swallow McCain, because even with his sprint to the right, he’s still not batshit insane enough to please them.

They’re probably going to be incandescent over the fact that Iraqi Prime Minister Maliki’s all but endorsed Obama. Let the screaming of “terrorist conspiracy” begin, because you know that’s what the right will do with this news:

Americans have a clear choice in the election. On the one hand, we have a candidate who wants a flexible, 16-month withdrawal policy from Iraq, shaped by conditions on the ground and in consultation with commanders
o
n the ground. On the other hand, we have a candidate who wants the status quo to continue indefinitely, waiting for a yet-to-be-defined “victory,” followed by an indefinite military presence in Iraq.

And while Americans consider their options, it seems Iraqi officials have already reached their own conclusion. Reuters has this stunning story.

Iraqi Prime Minister Nuri al-Maliki told a German magazine he supported prospective U.S. Democratic presidential candidate Barack Obama’s proposal that U.S. troops should leave Iraq within 16 months.

In an interview with Der Spiegel released on Saturday, Maliki said he wanted U.S. troops to withdraw from Iraq as soon as
possible.

“U.S. presidential candidate Barack Obama talks about 16 months. That, we think, would be the right timeframe for a withdrawal, with the possibility of slight changes.”

Note to McCain: the Iraqis would like their country back ASAP. The majority of the American public would like their soldiers back home likewise. Even the democratically-elected PM of Iraq, heart’s desire of the Bush administration because they thought they could control him, thinks Barack Obama has the right idea. When are you going to wake up and smell the reality?

Oh, wait. You had those particular sense receptors burned out when you decided you needed to become Bush mark III in order to have a chance to plant your plump white ass in the same chair Bill Clinton used to get his blowjobs. So that would be never.

You know something? At this point, I’d rather see the Joker elected president. It’s just possible he’d be saner than John Fucking McCain.

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Why Christian Businesses Should Advertise As Such

Ron at Bay of Fundie narrowly missed getting fleeced by a Christian business. Fortunately, they gave the game away by attempting to proselytize. While searching for a replacement hard drive for his iPod, he discovered a page on one seller’s site that announced its mission to bring people to Jesus. That told Ron to look elsewhere:

I decided to look around a bit more, just to make sure that iFixit really was the best place to get the drive.

Ultimately, I ended up buying a drive on eBay. There’s an eBay shop that was selling a new 30 GB drive for less than iFixit was selling a used one. I guess they shouldn’t have tried to sell me Jesus. They ended up not selling me anything.

I’ll argue that from the point of view of the business, that’s undoubtedly true: they shouldn’t have tried to sell Jesus because of the subsequent loss of a sale. But from a consumer’s point of view, they absolutely should try to sell Jesus. It warns the rest of us to be on the lookout for scams.

A person who will lie to you and tell you that everything in the Bible is true isn’t even going to blink at selling you shoddy goods, and charging you more than you’d pay for a better product elsewhere.

Self-proclaimed Christian companies are just as moral as the self-proclaimed Religious Right: i.e., not moral at all. I’ve noticed a pattern over the years: if a company is busy trying to tell you they’re a wonderful Christian business you can feel good dealing with, once you’ve scratched the surface, you’ll find a raving bunch of shysters under that pretty gold paper. Take Servicemaster’s slogan: “To honor God in all we do.” It was a company based heavily on Christian values. This translated to breaking federal labor and environmental laws, lying to employees, lying to customers, and milking every customer for every last penny possible, especially when the customer was being charged for an error the company had made.

This has not been an isolated instance. Remember: I’ve been dealing with small and mid-sized businesses for a decade now, and the pattern has held true. The more the company tries to convert its customers, the more likely it is they’re needing to create a pool of guillable victims. Even if they’re genuinely motivated by a desire to save your soul from damnation, there’s still a strange pattern of fundamentalist Christian businesses providing worse service and goods at higher prices.

That being so, I hope they continue to advertise as good, honest Christian companies. It makes it so much easier to avoid scams.

Why Christian Businesses Should Advertise As Such

Completely Gratuitous Fun at McCain's Expense

Phil Plait has some good news from the astrology community:

But a really dumb article from ABC news says that astrologers predict Obama will win in November. Why?

In May, seven astrologers at the United Astrology Conference in Denver predicted that Sen. Barack Obama, D-Ill. would win the White House in November, citing Saturn’s opposition to Uranus on Election Day as a celestial occurrence that pits a stodgy planet against one of rebellion, resulting in transformation and social upheaval.

So McCain is Uranus? Interesting. Make your own jokes (but keep them to yourself, please, and not in the comments) but I find it funny that they equate McCain to a bloated methane-filled planet that’s tipped way over on one side, making it spin weirdly.

I’m adding this to the list of all-time best McCain insults. Nicely done, Phil!

You may all feel free to add your own in the comments. This blog doesn’t have to be kept family-friendly, as you might have noticed.

In other McCain bashing fun, my stepmother wanted me to share her new nickname for Cindy McCain: “Botox Barbie.” While the description is apt, I don’t think that in any way makes McCain Ken.

All of the above, of course, does nothing to further our nation’s political discourse. But when you have a man as pathetic as McCain in the running for Leader of the Free World, with a trophy wife who’s patent fakeness brings to mind artificial things beginning with the letter B, well, the impulse to insult just becomes overwhelming at times, dunnit?

Completely Gratuitous Fun at McCain's Expense

Happy Hour Discurso

Today’s opining on the public discourse.

Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi may be on my short list of politicians to kick out of the White House – first for taking impeachment off the table, secondly for allowing the FISA fiasco to come to fruition – but at least she and I can wholeheartedly agree on this:

I once saw a funny stand-up comedian who had a great bit about things one can say to soften the blow of insults. A person could say almost anything, just so long as they prefaced it by certain qualifiers. “That guy is blisteringly stupid, bless his heart.” Or maybe, “I can’t believe how ugly that person is, the poor thing.” Or the old standby: “With all due respect, that guy is a pathetic clown.”

Maybe House Speaker Nancy Pelosi saw the same bit.

House Speaker Nancy Pelosi called President Bush “a total failure” on Thursday, among the California Democrat’s harshest assessments to date of the president.

“God bless him, bless his heart, president of the United States — a total failure, losing all credibility with the American people on the economy, on the war, on energy, you name the subject,” Pelosi told CNN’s Wolf Blitzer in an exclusive interview.

Why, yes. Yes, he is. So why the fuck didn’t you impeach the son of a bitch? And don’t tell me it was the specter of Cheney becoming (shudder) President – you could’ve impeached his ass too. And then, Nancy my joy, you would’ve become our next President.

I’m sure the Republicons would’ve screamed bloody murder over that, but hey – when you put Darth Cheney and Monkey Boy George in the Oval Office, what happens afterward is your own damned fault.

And our list of assclowns grows. Well, not grows, exactly – the usual suspects are there, it’s just that they get more assclownish by the day. Here’s Bill O’Reilly’s latest, and I personally think it stands beside the Sylvia’s remark as one of the most imbecilic utterances that has ever dropped from what I am forced, due to its location on his face rather than his arse, to call his mouth:

Yesterday, Fox News’ Bill O’Reilly agreed with Sen. John McCain (R-AZ) and argued that it was fair for insurance companies to cover Viagra but not birth control because “birth control is not a medical condition”:

OK, listen up. Viagra is used to help a medical condition. That’s why it’s covered. Birth control is not a medical condition. It is a choice. Why should I or anybody else have to pay for other people’s choices? Do I have to buy you dinner before you use the birth control?

No, Bill, you would not. I certainly wouldn’t expect someone with the courting capacity of the common caveman to buy me a damned thing. And let’s be frank here: the kind of woman who would let a man like you paw at her wouldn’t have enough self-respect or education to use birth control anyway. She’d believe you when you told her she could avoid pregnancy by jumping up and down on the bed. Or she’s psychotic enough to want to have your babies. How does it feel to take advantage of the mentally handicapped, Bill?

Furthermore, you’ll need to save your money for the coctail of rophynol, GHB and ketamine it would take to get any sane woman, including this one, within 2,000 miles of your bed. Bill, you are birth control. You’re also the best damned argument ever as to why Viagra shouldn’t be covered.

Besides, Viagra is like elective surgery. You won’t die without it, so why should I have to pay for it? If I have to buy you dinner before you use the Viagra, I hope you enjoy starving to death.

Gah. I need to scrub the nasty images out of my mind. I feel like my entire body needs to be bleached inside and out. What has the power to stop my heebie-jeebies and make me happy once more?

I know!

We have a unique opportunity right now to send Karl Rove to jail, but only if we take immediate action.

All we have to do is pressure the 40 members of the House Judiciary Committee, make them hold Rove in contempt and send him to jail. We’ve never had such a direct opportunity to hold Rove accountable. No, this is not enough punishment for his years and years of crimes, but it’s a huge start, and will send a very clear message to the entire Bush administration.


Ooo, a petition to bust Karl Rove! That has some amazing restorative powers, that does. Keep the dream alive…
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Friday Favorite Science

There are a lot of love stories in science.

Some folks fall in love with a branch early on and stay faithful to it – they marry their childhood sweetheart, so to speak. Some of us go through a wild oats phase in which we make out with as many varieties as we can before settling down with one. Some of us practice polyepistimi and marry as many branches as we can get away with.

Placing myself within this metaphor, I’m a serial monogamist. I tend to love one branch of science thoroughly and deeply and then move on to the next. Not that I’ve ever fallen out of love with any of my paramours – quite the contrary. It’s just the way my research goes: I need to read extensively in one area at a time to get enough of a feel for it to extrapolate into fictional reality.

I’ve met a lot of different scientific disciplines along the way. There hasn’t been one I haven’t fallen hard for, no matter what my first impression was.

Astronomy was easy: I’d been in love with the stars since childhood, even going so far as wanting to be an astronomer for a good long while. Astronomy leads quite easily into cosmology, which in turn leads to physics, and all three continue to be great loves.

They also fit in quite well with another childhood crush: geology. I love rocks. I won a prize at the fair for my rock collection. I had far more rocks than dolls. I was that kind of kid. So when I figured out that I’d need a good, solid grounding in geology to build a world, I was ecstatic. Finally, an excuse for my rock fetish! And it wasn’t just rocks – there was all that plate tectonics, which had just been gaining momentum when I was a kid in elementary school, and had gone through all kinds of exciting changes since I’d visited it last. Sexy!

But you can’t build a world with those alone. You’ve got to have some biology. And I’ll tell you a secret: I hated biology. I remember only fragments of my public school biology education. Most of it involved learning about Mendel’s peas and discovering that dissecting earthworms is about the most pointless task for a high school student ever. Maybe ours weren’t preserved right, but all I could see was undifferentiated mush. Bo-ring.

So when I realized I couldn’t get away with making all the aliens just like us, I was a little upset. This meant I had to study fucking biology. Ick.

You know what happened. I picked up a few books on biology – some Stephen J. Gould, a few others whose titles and authors are now obscured in the mists of time – and yup. Fell hard. Biology was fascinating. Evolution was so much more than natural selection and a few wayward peas. Ancient creatures should be every SF writer’s dream come true: those little buggers were far more creative than we ever could be.

From biology, it was a short hop over to neuroscience. I love biology, but I’m passionate about neuroscience. The way the brain works makes for some utterly fascinating reading, I’m here to tell you. I’ve spent many a happy afternoon re-reading all of my Oliver Sacks and The 3-Pound Universe just for fun. And it makes psychology a lot easier to understand.

But you still don’t have enough to build a world. I’d have to learn – ogods – weather. Fucking meterology. I’m from Arizona – we don’t really have weather. I couldn’t conceive of anything more dull. I didn’t even figure I’d worry about it much. But I had to study it in college as part of physical geography.

It helped that the professor was the kind of man who’d once brought half an umbrella on camera when he was doing the weather report for the local news. Well, there was a 50% chance of rain that day – he’d wanted to be prepared.

After two weeks of Mr. Bennett’s tuteledge, I couldn’t only predict the weather, I didn’t only understand it, I really enjoyed it. Meterology and I – we were great together! And it’s a hell of a lot of fun to think about weather systems when you’re world-building. Honestly, it is.

Weather systems are driven in part by the interaction of land and water. Had to study oceanography then, didn’t I? And then there was…

But you get the picture. There’s only one scientific discipline that could possibly accomodate someone as promiscuous as me: physical geography. All of my great loves are in there. If forced at gunpoint to pick my favorite branch of science, that’s what it is, because then nobody gets left out. You can even sneak biology and all of its relatives in, because hey – biosphere, donchaknow? I’m sure I could manage to make a case for chucking computer science into that mix.

So there’s my science love story. You’ve got one too, no doubt. What’s your favorite science? How’d you two (or twenty) meet and fall in love?

Bonus points to everyone who knows what “polyepistimi” is supposed to mean. Whether that’s actually how it should be is another story. Damn it, Jim, I’m a writer, not a linguist!

Oh, heyphilology. Where have you been all my life?

Friday Favorite Science

Happy Hour Discurso

Today’s opining on the public discourse.

Give devils their due: the Bush White House is nothing if not creative when it comes to misinterpreting the law:

“Scandal fatigue” can be common under the circumstances. After seven-and-a-half years of legal, moral, ethical, and political outrages, many of the scandals of the Bush/Cheney years start to blur together. Some are even forgotten, swept aside to make room for new, more offensive controversies.

It’s only natural, then, to shift the focus away from the White House and towards the campaign to pick the next president. I’m afraid, however, now isn’t a good time to stop watching the Bush gang — some of their bigger scandals are managing to look even worse.

The Bush administration today unveiled a set of novel and controversial legal arguments in refusing to disclose key details about Vice President Dick Cheney’s role in the leak of CIA operative Valerie Plame’s identity.

In two letters released Wednesday, the Justice Department revealed that, upon the recommendation of Attorney General Michael Mukasey, President Bush had invoked executive privilege rather than turn over to Congress a never-released FBI report (known as a “302″) recounting a confidential 2004 interview with Cheney about his knowledge of the Plame affair.


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Just how “novel and controversial” were the new legal arguments? Let’s put it this way: the Justice Department created privilege claims, out of thin air, that no one’s ever heard of before.

The decision by the White House to refuse to honor the subpoena from Democratic Rep. Henry Waxman’s House Oversight and Government Reform Committee for Cheney’s interview was hardly unexpected, given the administration’s history of fiercely protecting presidential prerogatives. What was surprising to some legal scholars was the basis for shielding the FBI interview report. It was covered, Mukasey said, by what he called “the law-enforcement component of executive privilege.”

“As far as I know, this is an utterly unprecedented executive-privilege claim,” said Peter Shane, an Ohio State University law professor who is an expert on executive privilege and separation-of-powers issues. “I’ve never heard this claim before.”

Normally, claims of executive privilege are invoked to protect the disclosure of the president’s communications with his top advisers. But in this case, the White House invoked the claim to keep secret Cheney’s responses to FBI agents (hardly what anybody would call his advisers), who were grilling him as part of the now-closed criminal investigation headed by Fitzgerald.


The word “madness” keeps coming to my mind, but others chose less provocative adjectives.


I’m not one of those others. Let’s try this description: this is utterly fucking criminal obfuscation, making a mockery of our laws and political processes, and a new height of batshit insanity from a bunch of fuckwits who had already proven they have nothing but contempt for the Constitution, Congress, and their countrymen. These assclowns deserve to rot in prison for eternity. This entire era of American government is nothing more than a sick, sad joke, an endless parade of criminal fuckery. I hope future generations spit whenever they mention this Administration.

In other news, either these two are complete lying whackjobs or you really don’t want to go to the same hospitals they have:

Today, during a hearing before the House Judiciary Committee, Rep. Darrell Issa (R-CA) dismissed the torture of prisoners at Guantanamo and other U.S. detention facilities. According to Issa, “we treated our hospital patients worse” than we treat al Qaeda detainees. Former attorney general John Ashcroft chimed in, joking that doctors “were poking needles into
me”:

ISSA: It is sort of amazing that as a member of the permanent Select Intelligence Committee, I’ve never heard any allegation of any detainee being denied food or water for a week. It’s clear that we treated our hospital patients at times worse than al Qaeda.

ASCHROFT: What’s more, they were poking needles into me all the time time.


Hmm. I’m going to plump for “complete lying whackjobs with a heaping side of criminal insanity.” But of course, this is the Bush Administration, so maybe the treatment at VA hospitals was worse than “severe sleep deprivation, ‘forced nudity, sexual humiliation, religious humiliation, physical force, prolonged stress positions and prolonged sensory overstimulation, and threats with military dogs.'”

This, however, could go a long way toward explaining why some of these incredible fuckwits seem to have such a hard time with a little thing we like to call reality:

If this doesn’t set the tone for former Attorney General John Ashcroft’s testimony before the House Judiciary Committee on interrogation methods at Guantanamo, I don’t know what does.

In his opening statement, Ashcroft admitted that he had “limited recollection” of the events pertinent to the committee’s inquiry. Specifically, “it’s been difficult . . . to distinguish between what I in fact recall as a matter of my own experience, and what I remember from the accounts of others.”


Yep. This is John Ashcroft unable to separate fantasy from reality. Fucking brilliant. And people like this are in charge of the country.

Weep, America, weep.

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Muster Up, Ye Elitist Bastards!


We’re about to cast off at Pharyngula, my swarthy crew! Get your submissions in to [email protected], and just to be sure, what with all those angry Catholics flooding his inbox, ye’d better get them to [email protected], too. Wouldn’t do to leave a fine Elitist Bastard standing dockside, now, would it?

See ye on board!

Muster Up, Ye Elitist Bastards!

The Real Curse in the White House

I shouldn’t be surprised in the least by the outrageously stupid things theocons say. But Ed Brayton reports on one who has just climbed an Olympus Mons of batshit insanity:

Joseph Grant Swank, a past winner of the Robert O’Brien Trophy, has an amusing article where he declares that the White House is now under a curse. Why? Read for yourself:

For instance, I believe there presently is a divine curse on the White House. Why? Because President George W. Bush placed the Koran in that house’s library. The occasion was a much-celebrated Ramadan dinner where both Muslim males and females were guests.

With much fanfare Mr. Bush announced his placing the Koran in the White House library. Taking biblical data into consideration, one can conclude that God was very angry at that move. I believe He has brought a curse the White House because of placing the Koran alongside the Bible in the White House library. God cannot tolerate those who place other gods alongside Him.

Uh oh. There’s a “curse” in the White House. Someone has put a hex on the country, perhaps even gave us all the Evil Eye.

Gee. I wonder who that could be?

Seriously. You don’t need a jealous tantrum-thrower of a god getting miffed at the Koran to explain why the White House appears to be under a curse. You just need to look into the eyes of the dillweed playing spoiled rich brat in the Oval Office to know that yes, the White House certainly is under a curse. No God did it. The little fucker stole two elections to get there.

And there’s a few problems with Swank’s theory:

1. It’s utterly fucking inane.

2. I’ve had the Koran and the Bible inhabiting the same shelf for a decade. Aside from Bush, it’s been remarkably free of curses.

3. The Koran is a book, not a god. I know this is difficult for mentally challenged people like Swank to understand, but I do wish he’d try.

4. And lastly, Allah is God, you raging fuckwit. God would be putting a curse on the White House because he’s jealous of himself.

Which, from what I’ve seen of the right-wing idea of God, wouldn’t really surprise me. If ever there was a deity who needed Prozac….

The Real Curse in the White House