Quote of the Week

. . . and it's only (late) Monday.

Athenae at First Draft.

Responding to this piece of false-equivalence-laden dreck from the execrable Ross Douthat:

Now more than ever, Americans love leaders who seem to validate their way of life. This spirit of self-affirmation was at work in evangelicals’ enduring support for Bush, in the enthusiasm for the Dean campaign among the young, secular and tech-savvy, and now in the devotion that Palin inspires among socially conservative women. The Obama campaign raised it to an art form, convincing voters that by merely supporting his candidacy, they were proving themselves cosmopolitan and young-at-heart, multicultural and hip.

she writes:

Good Lord. His inability to see voting for Obama as anything other than some kind of trendy statement is just so transparently petulant. Ross, I'm sorry the girl in the Obama shirt wouldn't fuck you.

Burn a Confederate Flag Day - September 12, 2010

The best bumper sticker I've ever seen had the flag of the Confederacy inside a circle with a line through it and the message:

YOU LOST. GET OVER IT.

I'm still shocked when I see someone sporting the Seccesionists' swastiska in any form - bumper sticker, T-shirt, carried aloft at a Glenn Beck ragefest, etc. Yet, they continue to revel in it . . .

Driftglass says all that can be said about the matter here.

What Bill in Exile Said

Whoo-hoo - was this (site NSFW - but extremely awesome) ever a delicious read:

And what’s with women and their coin purses?

Is there a single man out there who uses coins to make exact change? I know I never have. And when I say “never” I mean that I’m fifty years old and in fifty years I NEVER have.

I bring coins home and throw them into a very tasteful antique Roycroft copper vase and then, when the vase is overflowing in a most unsightly manner, I bag all the coins in a zip-lock bag and take ‘em to the grocery and put them in one of those loose change machines that gives me back real money.

That or I just throw them on the floor of my truck where they will stay for so long that their numismatic value will eventually exceed their face value.

But women have coin purses. And they use them.

And its fucking annoying!

How many times have you been in a grocery line and watched, tapping your foot in ever increasing agitation, as some women in front of you with a $125.18 grocery bill exclaims to the check-out clerk as if she’s just invented the light bulb, “Oh! I’ve got exact change.” And then proceeds to root through her damn coin purse for the eighteen fucking cents?

Every time you go to the store! That’s how many times.

In fairness, I did do this the other day somewhere (no coin purse - I throw my change into a pocket of my extremely masculine Tumi briefcase) . . . but I made damn sure nobody was behind me or even anywhere near getting in line. Thus, I can still join Bill in his righteous indignation.