The only Mexican food Republicans should be allowed to eat is day-old Taco Bell.
In a piece on how slower than light space travel requires its own set of magic, Frank Landis writes:
Speaking of which, the crew: all astronauts, the best of the best, right? Good breeding stock and all? And their grandkids are going to settle the new planet? Well, erm, yeah. There are problems here too. One is that humans don’t breed true, so amazingly talented people tend to have less talented kids; it’s called regression to the mean. In a multigenerational setting, you have to allow for incredibly talented initial crew getting old, becoming incompetent, and passing off their responsibilities to their less-talented offspring. That’s tricky.
That seems like an excellent story premise.
I posted a different protest sign on Twitter, but figured I would put this one here. I’m reasonably confident this is an appropriate use of the word “ese,” but just in case I wanted to leave it where frankly no one looks.
In the category of stories Hersh did not report at the time is a disturbing account from a few weeks after Nixon resigned in 1974 and returned to California. Hersh writes that he had received a tip that Nixon had beaten his wife Pat so badly that she had to be treated at a local emergency room. Then John Ehrlichman, who’d been one of Nixon’s top aides, told Hersh that he knew of other incidents when Nixon had abused her. But Hersh did not report it, or even mention it to his editors, because he believed it would only qualify as news if he could demonstrate that Nixon’s behavior had affected government policy. Hersh later spoke about the story in public in 1998. Women in the audience, he writes, immediately informed him of just how illegitimate and dangerous this standard was.
I remember when Republicans touted America as a shining city on a hill, not a haven for racist dipshits.
Why am I sharing this? Oh, no special reason. *stares vaguely westward towards the midsection of the country*
4/ whether it’s somebody very open about taunting “SJW’s for profit”, like Jordan Peterson does, or Ben Shapiro’s straight up “I’m just a racist who’s a dumb persons idea of smart, and I myself am dumb enough to fall for my own schtick”, the hypocrisy is impressive.
— John Rogers (@jonrog1) May 10, 2018
This is a note for and about Vlad and Burstyn. No, those aren’t their real names. I’ll provide that much of a fig leaf of anonymity for them, although anyone who knows me well enough will know exactly who I’m talking about.
You win. I foolishly thought after DJT was elected that if I could provide an injection of non-Fox-approved news and commentary, that you might begin to see at least some of the problems with the current administration and the Republican Party more generally. I thought, “Surely, Vlad and Burstyn are not like those other people who vote blindly for whoever is on the GOP ticket and buy into all the misinformation and vileness that comes from conservative media.” I was wrong. It is now clear to me that you are part and parcel of that same movement.
Tell them what they’ve won, Bob!
Hang on a minute, I’m not done with the background yet. Posting this in a public place could be considered a dick move, and I want to address why I’m doing that. First, I am pretty confident they are both blocking my emails. I don’t get bounce back messages, but have confirmation from multiple channels that pretty much everything I send now goes to the bit bucket. That’s true even when I send something that’s completely non-political. In fact, here’s a fun story— Chandra (that is her real name) & I send out a holiday letter every year, and for the 2017 edition I made a special edition just for Vlad and Burstyn that just read “I am Groot” over and over again. Funny, right? Neither one of them has ever said a word about it. I can only conclude that I have angered them to the point where I am persona non grata in both of their households, and neither has any interest in initiating or accepting communication from me. So…fine. I’ll post something on my blog and they can find it here when they’re ready.
So what have they won?
Well…now that I know neither Vlad nor Burstyn is a persuadable conservative, they now get to be the personification of all the worst stereotypes of Trump supporters. Yay! Closed minded? Yes. Tribal? Yes. Party before country? Yuppers. Authoritarian? One would assume. Racist? I hope not, but I frankly have no evidence to the contrary. Only willing to engage with people they agree with? Well, that’s kind of the point of this whole thing, isn’t it?
A final footnote. Recognizing that the subjects of this post might object to it being out for the world to see, I’m sending a copy of the text to them by email before it’s published. If you’re reading it on my blog, you’ll know they had a chance to respond and didn’t.
I’m just asking the question. Because I swear to God, that’s probably the only thing that would make Burstyn (not her real name) open her goddamn eyes to the horror that is the current president and his party.
Almost buried in today’s avalanche of today’s news (Huh, Sean Hannity? I did not see that coming.), was the following:
Evidence presented at Alexandre Bissonnette's sentencing hearing this morning includes a list of some of the Twitter accounts he was checking in the month before he killed six men at a Quebec City mosque. pic.twitter.com/Xdew4HbjkQ
— Andy Riga, Montreal (@andyriga) April 16, 2018
This seems like a random bit of information, and it’s hardly surprising that someone convicted for shooting up a mosque would be checking some of those accounts. Here’s the thing, though. There’s a non-zero amount of overlap between those twitter accounts and the list of accounts I know people in my family follow. I find that beyond disturbing. Granted, the overlap is with the milder end of the list, but I’m not sure how comforting I find that. Everyone on that list is on the spectrum (so to speak), and everyone on it is contributing to the current climate in negative ways. It frustrates me to no end that people in general can’t see that, especially when they’re my own flesh and blood.