Mitt and the amazing cheesesteak machine

by kara on June 18, 2012

After having to put the pedal to the medal of his solid gold, Zimmer Excalibur Tour Bus and zoom past his original WaWa stop in PA (cause there were 250 protesters waiting for him in the parking lot), Mittens cruised into another WaWa store, thus prompting the “Days Without Mitt Romney Acting Out in Public in a Shockingly Elitist Manner” clock to be set back to zero. Programmers had worked tirelessly over Father’s Day weekend to install code to override the faulty code that said it would never eat anything that came from a gas station, only to have Mitt sputter and spark with enthusiasm over a fucking convenience store. He was particularly flummoxed by what he calls a ‘touch tone’, like it’s a new fangled non-rotary phone that you type into and a freaking hoagie comes sliding out the other side, like in the goddamn Jetsons, sans hoagie guy behind the counter. The look of wonder that flickers across his face/motherboard again, as he puts bejeweled finger to touchscreen, is straight out of  Huell Howser. Mitt likes the way the chain store serves as “a model of innovation in the private sector.” Let’s face it, automated stations are less a quantum leap in customer service than they are about saving businesses money by allowing them to hire fewer workers – obviously super exciting for Mittens.

Remember George Bush the First’s amazement over the automated supermarket checkout in the freaking 1990’s? Or Thomas Friedman, who was so blown away that robots could glue a windshield wiper on a Lexus that he couldn’t enjoy his Sushi lunch?  I suppose that’s one thing the plutocrats have in common, amazement over after-the-fact technology advances. Because those guys got rich through financial “engineering”, sleazy old school industries like insurance or real estate, or fossil fuels. Or inheritance. Technology and science stuff, that’s just the nerd stuff the real economy manages to come up with despite them.

by kara on June 17, 2012

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Schaden-fraud

by kara on June 15, 2012

On the one hand, you have some bipartisan senators from farm states who understand how important this farm bill is to their constituents, and have no time or patience for moronic games and unreasonable amendments. On the other hand, you have opportunistic sleazebag Senators who relish the unreasonable amendments that would cause the bill to either fail or else take  “10 years worth of temporary extensions that no one likes”. You know, the option that our upper chamber loves so much. Colorless, featureless, Self-Certified Board Ophthalmologist Kentucky Medical Doctor, Rand “Ann” Paul is one of  those going with the dumb game/time wasting/unreasonable amendment option. The pantsless prick is using this debate to release more self-righteous, stupid ideological diarrhea.

As of now the bill would cut $4 billion over ten years from SNAP by targeting “FRAUD.”  Because the problem here is that food-stamps allow poor people to not be totally miserable and desperate at all times, as they should be under Libertarian doctrine. Ann Paul’s amendment – which was killed – would have targeted food stamp “FRAUD” by… ending the program entirely and sending a a tiny pittance to the states, who could use it to throw a ha’penny at the hobos at Christmastime (or, more likely, to fill the budget holes in their coffers or offer corporate tax breaks, because no one’s accountable for shit anymore.) Karma’s a bitch, Ann. Take food out of the mouths of poor children and 20 years later your eyebrows fall off.

John McCain’s farm bill amendment “would require the administration to report by August on the full effects of the $500 billion in automatic defense cuts slated to take effect starting next year.”
Jim DeMint’s farm bill amendment “would repeal the Dodd-Frank financial reform law.”
Tom Coburn’s farm bill amendment says that “the U.S. Department of Agriculture’s Market Access Program, heavily used by the San Francisco-based Wine Institute and other California farm organizations promoting overseas sales, couldn’t pay for ‘wine tastings’ or ‘reality TV shows.’”
Rand Paul’s farm bill amendment “would cut off aid to Pakistan.”
Rand Paul’s farm bill amendment “keeps the Depart of Agriculture from carrying firearms in rural areas.”
Rand Paul’s farm bill amendment “repeals the federal food stamp program” and replaces it with small block grants to the states, which the states can then replace with large tax cuts”. Ann is also very concerned about the hugely important matter of those EPA Death Drones that swoop over farms, spying on farmers and their families and their livestock. *

If you don’t want a program to exist, holler FRAUD! But keep insisting that you don’t hate the poor people that you do hate. Voter “FRAUD”, Medicare ” FRAUD”, Food stamp “FRAUD”. Hey, Ann, how about having your family members getting six figure incomes for working on your political campaigns in seats you can’t lose? Sound like FRAUD to me. Or as you call it, “keepin’ with your Randian limited government principles”. And you know that fraud is only a problem in government programs. Private sector fraud is just a cost of doing business. Scamming yourself some food stamps, however, is an existential threat to Liberty. By gum, we really do need to do something about Capital Gains Tax deduction fraud.

Ann Paul is just the kind of person who crawls out of the ooze when politics starts to lose control of people, when reality becomes so overwhelmingly, untenably miserable the system can not contain it any longer. Then the crackpots show up on the right, and the libertarian-right, and the imaginary “center,” to lead us even further into the mire . “Ignore your own senses,” should be their Apostles’ Creed. Rand-Ann is living breathing little proof that Libertarians are just authoritarians who expect they’ve already inherited earned a spot in the imperial court.

Step off, Ann. Not all of us are rich because our dads formed a cult to constantly rip off.

* surveillance aircraft that monitor pollution discharged into waterways from toxic “manure lagoons” at large livestock operations that violate environmental regulations and kill everyone and everyone’s children. But, we understand that it is a slippery slope from here to getting arrested for taking the dog to poop in the asshole neighbor’s yard, so enjoy your shit water, ranchers.

drone photo via salon

by kara on June 13, 2012

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Fashions of Belmont

by kara on June 12, 2012

Even idiots like Joe Drape (who was inexplicably determined to carpet bomb the nation’s triple crown enthusiasm), couldn’t prevent a crowd of 85,811 from whooping it up at the Belmont Stakes. Attendance was up nearly 90 percent from 2010, and if there was disappointment in the air at a historic moment now out of grasp via one wobbly equine tendon, it wasn’t that noticeable. The race drew a record number of young folk from the surrounding boroughs, and the prevalence of dandies was palpable. Preppy idiots in candy colored shorts and fedors, and a new breed of precious turn-of-the-century hipster has spring forth from the wells of Fort Green and Williamsburg, and was in full display at the races. It’s a sort of idealized version of a saloon proprietor or candy fountain soda jerk, that didn’t actually exist in reality, but rather through movies of the 60’s and 70’s and is now being adopted by Brooklynites as if it did exist. There are waxed handlebar mustaches, suspenders holding up tiny pants, seersucker suits and boater hats, candy colored pants, even an idiot riding a fucking penny farthing. It was like a scene form the Music Man.  [click to continue…]

by kara on June 12, 2012

 

Assembled in Guangdong province by a team of wage slave nanotechnologists and engineers and sent via shipping container from the port of Shenzhen to GOP headquarters, Mitt Romney is keeping his programmers busy! Apparently, everything Mitt does and says was programmed one day late, so his unlucky programmers need to reboot and re-program him at midnight, hoping to God that nothing happens between then and the time he speaks the next day. Inevitably, they neglect to include something, and Mittbot says:

“We don’t need to hire more firefighters!” (while the biggest wildfires in our lifetimes are raging) and “we have plenty of teachers!” (as class sizes reach an average of 37 and we are ranked between the Czech Republic and Cyprus – and below Lithuania – in Math).

It’s the subject of money that really proves Mitt has fiber optic cable coiled in his chest cavity and a head full of fragmented data, as this subject tends to produce the greatest number of script errors, including weirdly smug and wildly inappropriate answers, arcane terminology auto-imported from an irrelevant database, dead-end loops and other rudimentary programming flaws such as:

“I’m also unemployed!” (speaking to unemployed people in Florida, his net worth is over $200 million), and “My wife drives a couple of Cadillacs”. And when asked whether he followed NASCAR: “I have some friends who are NASCAR team owners.” And my personal favorite: “I like those fancy raincoats you bought. Really sprung for the big bucks” (to NASCAR fans wearing plastic ponchos at the Daytona 500).

So, it’s back to the programming board! Sleep deprived programmers are hard at work trying to refute what Old Mitt said the day before, and crossing their fingers that another day will go by without a fatal system error. I guess there’s a certain frisson in not knowing whether he is going to literally melt down on national TV with sparks and smoke pouring out of his eye sockets, or else turn in circles regurgitating requests for recipes like the haywire Stepford Wife, or stand before the American people, remove his head and candidly and humbly admit that he is, in fact, a machine.

by kara on June 7, 2012

Mark and Carolyn and I were at Santa Anita on February 12 and were on the track for the last race of the day – the Robert B Lewis Stakes. We weren’t paying much attention, hobnobing with jockeys and milling around with racing folk. What happened was, the race was won by the literal nag in the pack – the longest price on the board at odds of 43-1 – a fragile looking chestnut colt named  “I’ll Have Another” (hereafter referred to as “Cookies”). Cookies and his jockey, a sweet faced, 24 year old named Mario Gutierrez, startled the 30,000 fans in attendence by shaking free of the field and storming past the finish line dead first, delighting the 4 or 5 people that bet on him. Suddenly, it was exciting. We happened to be standing on the track for that race, watching Cookies and Mario and Team O’Neil make their triumphant trip to the winners circle. The win was Cookies’ first career graded stakes win and made him a contender for the Santa Anita Derby. I wrote about Cookie’s win at The Santa Anita Derby, on April 7  (I don’t go every week, I swear), a tremendous run down the stretch, to beat odds-on, overwhelming favorite Creative Cause.  Here are some photos from February’s race day, which, in addition to Cookies big upset, involved photo ops with lots of jockeys, including Laffit Pincay. The pictures are via lousy iphone.

 

 

 

 

 

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by kara on June 3, 2012

Skippy and Z Gallery

PATRIOT DEPOT offers up limited edition prints of this fine oil painting entitled “Fight”. Choose your poison: Fight is available in postcards, prints, posters and giclees on canvas, ranging in price from $49.95 to $3,999.95. That’s right, available for pre order only: A ten pound, whopping  36 x 48″ limited edition canvas for the price of: $3999.95.  [click to continue…]

Girl Krush

by kara on June 2, 2012

Patti Smith