Monday, August 9, 2004
It is good to see you all here at this post supporting Giblets. Giblets is a good Giblets. Giblets is a great Giblets! Giblets has been a strong and steady Giblets and will continue to lead you to great and mightily Gibletsian things in the future!
To your right - a picture of a man in a hot dog costume. Continue to choose Giblets and more such riches await you. But first you must bow before Giblets. Bow before Giblets NOOOOOW!
Your bowing has been sufficient! You are aware that terrifying evildoers lurk throughout the world seeking to destroy the Gibletsian way of life. Our nation of Giblets-worshipers is in danger. In danger from huge invisible crawly things with pincers and snakes and bombs. And only Giblets can protect you from them. Protect you with my strong steady leadership.
There are some anti-Gibletsian hatemongers who would oppose Giblets. They hate Giblets for being a mighty leader. They have said "We are tired of being strong and steady and safe. We would prefer a policy of wimpy namby-pambiness." Well Giblets will not roll over and let hs rights and freedom get trampled by evil invisible crawly things who menace Gibletsia at every turn. Giblets will only accept his rights and freedoms being trampled by things and people who look and sound like Giblets.
To your left - a picture of a giant terrifying pineapple.
To prove what a great job Giblets is doing protecting you from dark unspeakable evil, Giblets announces that his latest tip has come from a double agent buried deep within enemy ranks named "Fafnir" who has just begun giving us tons of weighty and vital information. See how well Giblets protects you? Bow before his strong leadership!
I said BOW! I do not see you bowing! I see you staring at a computer screen eating a bag of chips! BOW BOW BOW BOW BOW!
Better. You may continue intermittant bowing for the duration of the post.
Lastly and most importantly, we must always remember to - you there! With the "NO WAR FOR GIBLETS" sign! You are in violation of your loyalty oath! Guards! Seize him! Seize him NOOOOOOW!
posted by Giblets at 2:39 PM
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posted by Giblets at 10:24 AM
Sunday, August 8, 2004
So it turns out that like a day after the Iraqi handover a bunch of guys from the Oregon National Guard caught Iraqi jailers torturing Iraqi prisoners, which is really bad. But they rescued them, which is really good! But then their superiors told them to give the tortured Iraqis back to their jailers, which is really bad again.
In a nearby building, the soldiers counted dozens more prisoners and what appeared to be torture devices -- metal rods, rubber hoses, electrical wires and bottles of chemicals. Many of the Iraqis, including one identified as a 14-year-old boy, had fresh welts and bruises across their back and legs."You gotta use discipline on a young country," says Giblets. "Otherwise it won't grow up with the right values. Spare the gonad electrocution, spoil the child."
"But won't torture corrupt the government an make the people angrier and more hostile?" says me. "An won't they hate us more for letting the new government torture them?"
"Oh-hoho," says the Medium Lobster. "You poor, ignorant little Fafnir. You must understand: Iraq is going through a transitional period right now. It would be wrong for us to shock them with the presence of strange, new, unfamiliar cultural elements, such as 'not-torture' and 'not-oppression.' The key phrase here, Fafnir, is 'transition'."
Meanwhile Iraq's new Prime Minister Iyad Allawi has banned the TV network Al Jazeera for the next 30 days after accusin it of "inciting hatred" an actin "against the interests of security, the Iraqi government and the Iraqi people."
"But how is this different from politically-motivated censorship?" says me.
"Well you can't have a democracy without some politically-motivated censorship," says Giblets. "Giblets expects a Kerry Administration to ban Fox News across the country, just like George Bush would probably ban that, yknow, that big liberal network that does nothin but push anti-Bush propaganda. SpikeTV."
"Oh-hoho," says the Medium Lobster. "Sometimes too much freedom can mean no freedom at all, Fafnir. You wouldn't have the Iraqi people drowning in chaos and anarchy, would you?"
"Well, you do have to start somewhere," says the Medium Lobster. "Today it will be a free and unfettered press. Tomorrow it will be mass raping and slaughter in the streets."
"Very messy," says Giblets.
Today Iraq's interim government reinstated the death penalty. "Yesterday we announced an amnesty. Today the death penalty. Choose one of them," explained a spokesman.
"So doesn't this mean that Iraq can arrest anyone it wants, torture them an execute them, an close down any news outfit that reports on it?" says me.
"Sure," says Giblets. "You need a big stick to get a handle on that place."
"But how is that much different than Saddam?" says me.
"Oh-hoho," says the Medium Lobster. "These matters, little Fafnir, are far too complicated for your tiny little brain to comprehend."
Well the Medium Lobster is a whole lot smarter than me so I guess he's right. But for a while there it looked like somebody broke Iraqi Freedom.
posted by fafnir at 11:01 PM
Over a week ago, the White House announced its opposition to provisions for inspection and verification as part of a new anti-proliferation treaty that would ban the production of nuclear weapon material. Some have called the administration's decision "disturbing," "astonishing," "frightening," and "stupid" for essentially endorsing the containment and derailment of nuclear weapons programs across the globe while simultaneously neutering any real attempt to do so by preventing inspectors from checking to see if the treaty's signatories are actually complying. What reasonable objection, they ask, could a sane and competent White House have to enforcement of a treaty aimed at preventing the spread of nuclear weapons?
The answer is simple enough to all who have an eye for subtle truths: the White House is seeking cleaner, stronger verification on this critical issue than can be gained by mere international agreements. For the problem lies not in the inspecting of weapons; the problem lies with the weapons inspectors.
Weapons inspectors, after all, are only human - weak, mortal, unenlightened humans, burdened by the weight of politics and encumbered by international bureacracy. When one dispatches more inspectors to a region such as, for example, Iraq, one does not increase their potency - one merely compounds their weaknesses. Indeed, the more international weapons inspectors one utilizes, the less likely one is to find any weapons at all.
The solution is simple: do away with inspection and on-site verification completely. The best way to verify the presence of nuclear weapons - and the programs and materials used to make them - is with the analysis of pure intelligence, which can cut through the murky foibles, errors and hiccups of a physical inspection. In the run-up to the Iraq War, it was not the inspectors who found nuclear weapons and weapons programs in Iraq - it was analysts within the United States intelligence community, working with knowledge already obtained and logically extrapolating outward through the sheer, clean power of the mind. Those analysts realized that while physical facts might demonstrate there to not physically be nuclear, chemical, or biological weapons in Iraq, they realized that Iraq had something more important: weapon-seekingness, or weaponhood, or the desire for weapon-seekingness or weaponhood. This, combined with the animosity of the Iraqi government towards the United States, made Iraq a grave and gathering threat.
Likewise, through the pure power of the mind, one can draw up a list of those threatening nations possessed of nuclear weapon-seekingness. If the mind is cluttered with physical evidence, however, the list of nuclear weapons would be tainted: Israel thrown in with Iran and North Korea, Pakistan with Syria and Belgium. Given that we know that these nations are Ameirca's allies, not possessed of weaponliness, and would never sell nuclear materials or US military components to enemy nations, they have no place on a list that would surely have been compiled based on the observation of coarse matter.
Nuclear proliferation is far too serious a matter to leave to a painstakingly-complied mass of detailed physical evidence. It is a matter the Medium Lobster only trusts to assumption, speculation, and bias.
posted by the Medium Lobster at 10:37 AM
Saturday, August 7, 2004
Well some of you have already been harping on Giblets because they read in the Commie Boston Commie Globe (for Commies) that Giblets has retracted his thirdhand accusation that John Kerry is not a swift boat hero but an evil pinko war criminal, with quotes from Giblets such as "Wait, Giblets signed a what now?" and "An affidavit is legally binding?" and "Nobody said nothin' 'bout a loin cloth, you got nothin' on me copper!"
Well Giblets is here to tell all of you that he is officially retracting his retraction, because that fiendish Boston Globe twisted my words and deceived me into looking like I retracted my original statement:
I, Giblets the Resplendent, do hereby affirm that I was plied with liquor and cheap women by the Boston Globe's villainous Mike Kranish until, feverishly deluded in a state of decadence, I said many things contradicting a previous affidavit which were crazy and totally untrue. For example, it is still true that John Kerry shot a village of fleeing unarmed three-year-olds in the back to win his Silver Star. It is untrue however that John O'Neill spent much of the seventies "fisting donkeys in a coke-induced haze in Richard Nixon's private pleasure lair."So as you can see Giblets has set the record straight. John Kerry is still a cowardly evil suspiciously Frenchlike traitor to our nation.
"But what about your old old statement Giblets" says Fafnir. "Before you were a pretend swiftboat witness you were his pretend commandin officer too."
In a combat environment often requiring independent, decisive action LT JG Kerry was unsurpassed... His bearing and appearance are above reproach. The sun shines upon his proud and sturdy forebrow, glimmering with the strength of an acknowledged leader... His life so gentle, and the elements so mixed in him that nature might stand up and say to all the world, "This was a man!"Shut up Fafnir you are spoilin everythin again! Who let Fafnir into the Swiftboat Veterans for Trooth club anyway it is a private club.
posted by Giblets at 10:42 PM
Yknow in this crazy mixed-up topsy-turvy world of terror alerts an jobless recoveries an the Red Sox tradin Nomar it is good to see the positive news that Iraq is becomin a more stable an healthy place governed by its own people. I know that's true cause if stuff was bad in Iraq TV would tell me so because TV is my friend!
"That's completely wrong, Fafnir," says Paul Krugman who is sittin on my couch eatin chips. "The U.S. media has simply chosen to forget Iraq. There's been no letup in the insurgency; American troops are still dying there - and in fact just as quickly as they were before the official handover of power."
"That is crazy talk Paul Krugman," says me. "In our modern twenty-four hour news whatsis we are more informed an deluged with information than ever! In the last day alone there have been three Hardball Special Reports on John Kerry's Viet Cong loincloth."
"Urgent update Fafnir!" says TV. "Is John Kerry a war hero or just a sick pervy child killer? Sorta don't find out at all when we talk to the man who's now recanted the recantation of his recantation! Also: studies conducted by God find that you need more Cooler Ranch™ Doritos!"
I look over at my Doritos stockpile and TV is so right! While I have a good twelve bags of Nacho Cheesier™ Doritos my Cooler Ranch™ supplies are gettin thin! I run over to the store screamin at the top a my lungs all the way till I get there an back.
"Whew crisis resolved!" says me. "Now there you go, the informing power of television in action!"
"They've got you distracted and disengaged," says Matthew Yglesias who is pickin at the nachos. "They're betting that if nobody sees the war, everyone will forget it's still there. It's the same thing they did with Afghanistan."
"Afghaniwhat?" says me.
"This just in Fafnir!" says TV. "New possible terror warning warns of possible terror! Do Islamist murderers lurk behind your homes - your schools - your Cooler Ranch™ Doritos? Watch for another six hours to find out!"
"Oh no!" I says jumpin up an knockin the chips out of Paul Krugman's hand. To think those deadly guerilla snacks could have claimed the life of a respected New York Times columnist!
An so stability has come to televised Iraq. An if I ever find out any different it'll probably be too late for me to do anythin about it.
Meantime Juan Cole is sittin over there in the corner by the onion dip goin "...massive fighting in Najaf... more fighting in Sadr City... Basra..." Oh that crazy Juan Cole! Everythin looks fine here from behind the Pringles.
posted by fafnir at 9:31 PM
Thursday, August 5, 2004
Well Giblets has finally had it up to here with John Kerry and he will not remain silent any longer! As Giblets has noted before, Giblets sorta-served with John Kerry in Vietnam on his very same swift boat - or on some swift boat or looked at a picture of a swift boat or has been to boat shows - and found him to be the most cowardly and traitorous war hero Giblets has ever had the displeasure of pretending to meet! And as one of Swift Boat Veterans for Truth™, Giblets is proud to unselfishly and apolitically offer up talking points deriding his military service and questioning his ability to be president!
GIBLETS: Kerry get down here immediately this is Giblets! We are bein attacked by... monkeys! Viet Cong cyborg monkeys! And we need your help!
JOHN KERRY: "I'm John Kerry, blah blah blah! I cannot help you Giblets because I am too busy gettin intentionally shot in the arm so I can get out of Vietnam!"
GIBLETS: Damn you Kerry that is like desertion from duty! Like way worse than say skippin out of your service in the Alabama National Guard!
JOHN KERRY: "Well screw you Giblets and screw America too! Now I will smoke pot and commit atrocities and plan for a day when I can raise taxes on everybody!"
GIBLETS: Nooo! Daaamn youuu Kerry!
FAFNIR: Giblets why are you talkin to a picture of John Kerry taped to a Barbie doll?
GIBLETS: Goway Fafnir you are messin everythin up!
So now you know the truth about John Kerry. Now you have both sides of the story - the irresponsibly crazy pack of lies, and of course our side.
posted by Giblets at 5:20 PM
"Whatever happened to Benjamin Healy, honest ol tricky ol Benjamin Healy who sold hats to the headless an converted the footless an befriended the friendless, the oppressed an the short throughout the land?" says me.
"They say he flew around the world in a contraption made a geese feathers an elevator parts an a monorail from the world's fair!" says Giblets.
"An on the way he gave presents to all the good little boys an girls," says me, "which is how the story of Jesus came to be."
"They say when two old women came up to him both claimin to be the mother of a child, ol' Ben Healy said 'We shall cut the child in half' an so they did," says Giblets.
"An each half of the child grew into another whole child!" says me.
"An amazin man, that ol Ben Healy," says Giblets.
"They say in court ol Benjamin Healy defended the soul of a duck what had sold its soul to the devil himself," says me. "An his oratory was so stirrin an his voice so patriotic that the jury absolved the bird of his pact with Satan an made him a representative in the United States Congress!"
"An those duck's tears went on to form the Cuyahoga River," says Giblets.
"They say the devil got so angry he came after ol Benjamin Healy to cheat him outta his soul," says me. "His soul which was delicious an smelled like a fresh-baked pie."
"An that was back in the days when the devil was made of machines," says Giblets. "Steel-drivin automatic-loggin machines that took people's jobs AND their souls."
"Devil's no fan of the workin man," says me.
"An they say ol Benjamin Healy beat the devil at cards an chess an Cheese or Weevil an he said 'Ol Devil if you really are the devil you'll turn yourself into a line of overpriced yet reasonably comfortable athletic footwear' an the devil not bein one to run from a challenge did jus that," says Giblets.
"An ol Ben Healy boxed up the devil an distributed him to millions of eager consumers around the world," says me. "Which is where we get the Nike Swoosh."
"Organized sports were transformed forever," says Giblets.
"Whatever happened to Serge Garcia, fearsome an terrible Serge Garcia who strode the mountains an fought with the savage woodsy men an ruled the piney trees?" says me.
"They say he could skin an eat an army of Vikings in one go an still have room left over for their boats," says Giblets. "For their army of boats."
"They say he could could crush an elephant in one hand but lived at peace with the tiniest creatures of the forest," says me.
"Cept when he was crushin em in one hand to show people how he could crush em in one hand," says Giblets.
"They say no mortal woman was enough for him so he made one himself outta whiskey an liquors an ale," says me. "An he loved her like a lumberjack made of eating loves a woman made of ham."
"An then one day he was like 'I'm real thirsty' an he drank her an she was gone," says Giblets.
"An he cried real sad an he roamed the land an he ate a whole live buffalo," says me.
"They say he tore a bear in half or a tiger or a moose or a goat," says Giblets, "so enraged with sadness was he at the sea for the loss of his whiskey-bride."
"They say he roamed the northern woods like the sasquatch or among the sasquatch or become the sasquatch," says me.
"Only the Navajo know an they sing of his legend in their old old songs," says Giblets.
"Their old old songs which live on in the early studio recordings of the band Foreigner," says me.
"'Jukebox Hero' was later covered by Soul Asylum for reasons that remain largely a mystery," says Giblets.
"A mystery like the legends of Serge Garcia an Benjamin Healy," says me.
"A mystery indeed," says Giblets.
Labels: true adventures
posted by fafnir at 3:26 PM
Tuesday, August 3, 2004
The Medium Lobster has returned - or so it appears to you, confined as you are to the temporal prison you refer to as "linear time" - to note something of a minor controversy regarding George Bush's endorsement of a National Director of Intelligence. Bush has wisely chosen to follow the 9/11 commission's proposal in establishing this "intelligence czar," but with modifications: the National Director of Intelligence would neither be a Cabinet-level post, nor would have control over the budget or staff of the 15 intelligence agencies theoretically under his command.
Naysayers claim that such constraints would make the NDI a figurehead only, and leave the desperate need for critical intelligence reforms unaddressed while America continues to face terrorist threats in a half-blind haze of bureaucratic confusion. These critics, of course, do not include the Medium Lobster, whose enlightened status allows him to see beyond the merely apparent. Indeed, not only are these limitations necessary, they are vital - for if any leader of the United States intelligence community is to have the strength to unite the disparate threads of bureacracy, they must be too utterly hobbled to influence it.
Anyone placed at the head of the vast and intertwining web of competing agencies that comprise the intelligence community must remain as independent as possible in order to remain unsullied by the taint of departmental politics. However, giving the NDI budgetary and staffing authority automatically embroils him in the internecine squabbles of the intelligence community. While some might argue that making the NDI a Cabinet-level position would give an NDI the authority to cut through the bureacracy, it would simply taint the position even more by plunging the hapless public servant into the midst of the backstabbing and corruption of the White House itself.
The only way to make certain a National Director of Intelligence would have the power to accomplish any good is to make him truly independent - by severing as many real ties to the White House and to the intelligence community as possible. In fact, the Medium Lobster believes the president has not gone far enough, allowing the proposed NDI to give budgetary "input" to the agencies below him. If the president wants a truly independent director, the Medium Lobster suggests that the new director's office be as far removed from Washington as possible, preferably on the top of a mountain in the Himalayas or a very tall pole in the desert, cut off from all lines or methods of communication, where the National Director of Intelligence can meditate on intelligence and the nature of intelligence, and arrive at a priori truths regarding threats to the nation's wellbeing.
As for the rest of the intelligence apparatus, it would be best to shift power out of the hands of the bureacracies of the Pentagon and the CIA by leaving their hobbling connections to power and authority largely intact. Harsh and extreme measures, you may say, but these times call for such things, and shrinking from the challenge of history is not an activity for the Medium Lobster.
posted by the Medium Lobster at 4:02 PM
So a buncha whiney whiners are whining about how "oh the cable networks didn't cover our convention coverage they only showed a couple minutes of Former World Leader Blah Blah Blah talkin and then they cut away to the much more amusing and telegenic Sean Hannity" well y'know what, Giblets doesn't care. Giblets of course had to sit through these speeches in person* when he covered it last week with his mad journalism skillz and if pundits could have jumped in and interrupted then Giblets would have appreciated it greatly. Is it informative? Giblets does not care. It is entertaining.
Giblets doesn't want facts and updates and in-depth coverage. He wants explosive clashes of mighty titanic forces, like Hannity versus things that look like Hannity with some Colmes in the background! Giblets does not want to see our leaders talk and blither about policy and their plans for the future! He wants to see Bill O'Reilly gettin' red and splotchy while he yells over someone else in the background for bein' a liberal anti-American hatemonger! And Chris Matthews... oh, Chris Matthews! How did Giblets ever survive without Chris Matthews reducing world events to a stream-of-consciousness babble about how Ruth Bader Ginsburg is a hot Hollywood starlet from the fifties with gams that could melt an iceberg?**
The best part is that more people become engaged in politics when they are presented in an entertaining and shallow light. For instance Giblets never cared much about political corruption in say the Reagan Administration because that was most about borin' ol' death squads and borin' ol' funding of terrorists. But when it was explained to Giblets later on that political corruption was really about naughty things you do with cigars Giblets was all over that shit!
So shut up, whiney people, and let Giblets have his fun. I will take my entertainment over your informed citizenship any day.
*at least Giblets heard some of them. Giblets spent much of the convention under a table in a bowl of taco dip.
**if it wasn't for Bill O'Reilly and Larry King and Chris Matthews, Giblets would never be able to take the news! Why he might think he was livin' in some distorted caricature of America commanded by a cluelessly amoral administration which embraces a dangerously expansive view of executive power and a tendency to conflate strength and determination with the wearing of large white hats. Whew! Now that would be crazy!
Labels: amused to death
posted by Giblets at 3:17 PM
So we're dancin! Dancin at a party! When all of a sudden Giblets shows up with armed police.
"Giblets what is with the police," says me.
"Harrumph foolish Fafnir not bein vigilant!" says Giblets. "These are not police. These are Gibwatch Security Agents an they are respondin to specific non-specific threats of terror!"
"Oh no terror!" says me jumpin behind a sofa fort. "What should we do Giblets? Should we go to Orange Alert?"
"Orange Alert is for pussies!" says Giblets. "Giblets has devised his own Giblets-specific terror threat-level. We are now at Gibwatch Theta!"
"Oh no!" says me. "That is even worse than Epsilon I think!"
"Now there has been cynical skepticism from foolish not-Giblets fools before now regardin terror warnins an the Gibwatch system," says Giblets.
"Like how the warnings always happen at parties when there's hot chicks who dont like you," says me.
"Do not be foolish all hot chicks love Giblets!" says Giblets. "Because of his strong leadership. Now this time you will all be terrified to hear that our non-specific threat information is specifically specific non-specific threat information!"
"Oh no!" says me an others like me.
"Yes there may be an attack on the financial centers of Giblets!" says Giblets. "All dancin must cease! All must be vigilant for Gible-AAAAGH A BUG!" Gibwatch Security Agents swiftly neutralize the bug.
"Giblets is this very accurate information?" says me.
"Oh very accurate," says Giblets. "It is based on information from four years ago! It has matured like fine wine or cheese or old stew."
"Giblets I am very afraid," says me. "Can I get some Gibwatch Security over here by the sofa fort in case terrorists go 'Oh wait we cannot attack Giblets or the financial centers of Giblets so lets go blow up Fafnir's sofa fort'."
"No," says Giblets. "If Gibwatch Security went throwin around security people willy-nilly it would cause irresponsible levels of panic an - AAAAGH A PLASTIC BAG!" Gibwatch Security Agents swiftly neutralize the plastic bag.
"I am feelin a little uncomfortable with the level of security here Giblets," says me. "I think I'm gonna go someplace less Gibwatchy."
"Sounds suspicious," says Giblets. "Cuff 'im and search 'im for stuff."
"Giblets!" says me, bein indefinitely detained.
"Vigilance is serious work Fafnir, if that is your name. Plus Giblets has just received word that there may be a specific non-specific threat to hot chicks," says Giblets as various hot chicks make various afraid-hot chick noises. "Remember this information is with us because of Giblets's leadership in the war on terror."
"This party sucks," says me.
posted by fafnir at 8:49 AM
Thursday, July 29, 2004
Well here we are live speech bloggin again. Just like last time I will talk in regular talk an Giblets will talk in italics talk.
Wow what a reception with the clappin. First of all what do you think of the music Giblets? I know it goes with the Vietnam theme but is "Holiday in Cambodia" inappropriate?
No Fafnir "Holiday in Cambodia" is not inappropriate. It is approriate cause it rocks.
Also you will recall that a number of people suggested Kerry make reference to Ronald Reagan in this speech an this is the first allusion. Remember that in 1980 Reagan walked out to the Dead Kennedy's "Kill the Poor."
Very true Giblets very true. Now I like this autobiographical stuff about goin over to East Germany on his bike an attackin the Nazis with it as a kid.
Yeah it's a little slice of life you dont get that often.
"We have it in our power to change the world but only if we hold true to our ideals." That is an excellent phrase. An excellent powerful beautiful phrase.
Especially when he finishes it with "with thousands of mighty robots." Plus it illuminates a lotta his foreign policy which a lot of voters have been waitin for.
Yes I am glad to see him get into the nitty-gritty of things. The mighty robots initiative seems like an amazin plan an I have no idea why nobody even thought of it before! They should be able to take care of terror AND supply universal health coverage all at once!
He's talkin about "I know what its like to walk around with an M-16 etc." I dont get it, is Kerry a big NRA freak or a gun collector or something?
No he was in Vietnam.
Really? Wow. Giblets had no idea. You'd think theyd play that up more.
What do you think about the "values" stuff here? I think maybe havin Kerry dress up as Moses an hand down a copy of the Social Security Act on tablets hewn from the livin rock was a fine balancin act. With somebody else it mighta been too much.
Giblets doesnt wanna hear any crap about "honoring my father an my mother." Giblets's father an mother are annoying. "Giblets why dont you settle down with a nice Christian girl blah blah blah." "Giblets why arent you Resplendent Lord of All yet blah blah blah." Well shut up mom and dad, Giblets is goin through a transitional period!
Dont your parents live in Canada?
Yeah, see they dont count anyway.
I thought his foreign policy and counterterrorism section here is very strikin.
And such detail!
Whaddaya think about the explosives an the smoke machine at the end when Kerry ascends up from the platform? Plus or minus?
Plus man. Big big plus. Face it, he's a rockstar.
posted by fafnir at 10:08 PM
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Oh the power of the internet! Giblets an me are goin to blog John Edwards's speech AS IT HAPPENS!* I will be bloggin in regular type an Giblets will be bloggin in italics.
[*Although due to curious time delays you may not actually get to read it until Friday! "This is because of the time zone differential" says Giblets. We deal with a lot of time zone differentials here at Fafblog!]
Well this speech is comin hot off the heels of a great introduction by John Edwards's wife Elizabeth who came across as very warm an carin an matronly in fact I believe she spontaneously birthed a child on stage an so Edwards is startin off with an acknowledgement of his wife.
It helps humanize his otherwise cold an distant trial-lawyerly demeanor which has been such a problem throughout this campaign.
Yes it has Giblets. What other kinds of problems is John Edwards goin to have tonight?
What I think Democrats should be careful about is the amount of "class warfare" in Edwards's speech. They might want to tone it down a bit an add some moderate lines like "It is good to tax poor people more" an "rich people get taxed too darn much" an "would you like more money rich people? I understand poor people have quite a lot just lyin around."
Maybe it was inappropriate to introduce Edwards with "Eat the Rich"?
It's never inappropriate to rock, Fafnir.
Whats inappropriate is the speech. It is just more Democratic flip-floppin. Barack Obama said we were one America with people tryin to divide us into two. Edwards says we are two Americas with people tryin to unite us into one. Well which one is it Democrats? One America or two?
I like how in this version of his "two Americas" speech Edwards talks about how the two Americas will combine like two Voltron robots into one mighty America which will then fight the terrorists!
But which Voltron is it? Is it the robot Voltron or the really lame lion Voltron?
I think you are thinkin of Thundercats Giblets. Voltron was never made of lions.
Yes he was. There was a lion Voltron and a robot Voltron an the lion Voltron is deeply lame.
I think the lion Voltron was apocryphal.
Now we knew that "strength" is a big theme in this convention but I am especially impressed with how Edwards is makin use of it here especially with the "WE WILL BURY YOU."
Yeah but notice how long it took him to get his shoe off an pound it on the podium. Looks clumsy Fafnir, an I bet Fox News is gonna play that over an over again. It is a little known fact that Nikita Kruschchev brought an extra shoe with him to the UN so he could pound it at a moments notice.
An of course George Bush wears a boot around his neck at all times just in case. Wears it to bed even. He calls it "Snuggleboot."
Giblets has heard a lotta rumors sayin that Snuggleboot would make a great replacement for Cheney in the VP slot.
Oh I think he would! I think Snuggleboot has a lot of interestin things to say about energy policy.
I almost feel like the speech is uneven at times like when John Edwards goes from talkin about big corporations gettin tax breaks for cuttin American jobs to talkin about feeding the strength of America's armies by drinking the blood of the terrorist's dead.
I think it just shows John Edwards's youth an inexperience. Everyone knows you eat the heart of your enemies to gain their strength. Drinkin the blood is useless. Now Dick Cheney is a vice president I trust to know about eating another man's still-beatin heart.
Overall I am not impressed with John Edwards's "two Americas"/"one America" speech. If there is only one America, how will Giblets aspire to get into a classy elite America where the rest of grimy smelly America is kept out?
But what about the big corporations who are always tryin to step on the little guy?
What little guy? Giblets an Fafnir ARE the little guy. We are short, man. We are really really short. Robert Reich almost squashed us at a buffet today.
Well then I believe we have two Americas Giblets. One for Fafnir an Giblets an one for very very big people who threaten to step on Fafnir an Giblets.
Too true Fafnir. Too true.
I also believe we have two Edwards speeches. One for the "two Americas" speech an one for the acceptance speech. I think they sorta tried to eat each other tonight.
Giblets is goin to bed.
posted by fafnir at 10:19 PM
You still fail to please Giblets, Democratic National Convention! Allow Giblets to enumerate the ways in which you have failed Giblets - and all of America by proxy!
posted by Giblets at 7:36 PM
Wow what a crazy day at the convention it was yesterday! I am sorry I missed bloggin but I was too busy doin important thins like goin to parties an stuffin miniature quiches into duffel bags for later use.* I also saw Michael Moore dancin in a fountain surrounded by Fox News crews an former Green party members shoutin "I am a golden god!" It was all cool.
But the most important thing ever to happen ever in this convention or in the news in general is Barack Obama who spoke last night an who is just some state senator right now but who is gonna be senator an president an space pope some day an I will vote for him over an over an over again because he speaks so so good an even though I dont know who he is or what his policies are or what he wants to do I am sure he is the biggest thing to happen to anyone since God at least! An even though I do not remember exactly what he said I think it was about unity an goodness an the beauty of beautiness an how America is made of candy an how we will triumph over adversity even though bad non-candy-comprised people may try to stop us because of HOOOORAAAAAAY! An then he ascended into the skies.
More of hard-hittin convention Fafbloggin later in the day.
*dont be like that I am plannin on lettin them grow an breed in the wild to become hybrid super quiches.
posted by fafnir at 10:53 AM
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
FAFBLOG is a blog, a radical new Medium of the People which destroys all barriers between word and action, thought and deed. Will it use its power for Journalism, or for Evil?
WOLF BLITZER is a mortal creature of the old media, the M.S.M., a prisoner of flesh and blood. He can only gaze longingly upon the glorious electric ascendancy of the blogosphere from the outside.
WOLF BLITZER: So, Fafnir and Giblets, what IS a blog?
FAFNIR: Blogs are the future Wolf.
GIBLETS: Yes! They are MADE of the future! We extract the future's pure temporal essence an squeeze it into cables an modems an T3 lines it becomes a blog!
FAF: A blog... of the future.
WB: How much thought goes into your "web blog" "posts"?
FAF: Oh we do not think at all when we post! That would defeat the entire purpose!
GIBS: Blogs must be spontaneous instant reactions to the lightning events of the everyday! Giblets fires up a random news article, pounds his head against the keyboard several times, an hits the "publish" button for the purest of pure blog posts!
FAF: Otherwise you are not truly flowin in the electric consciousness Wolf.
WB: Do you think blogs are transforming the discourse in America, and if so how so?
FAF: Oh they definitely are Wolf. There is not much that can resist our transformin internet power.
GIBS: We are MADE of the internet. We course with its febrile energy!
FAF: An we will make the discourse faster because blogs are faster. When someone starts talkin bout somethin that just happened five minutes ago someone else will say "oh I already heard about that yesterday, borin" an they will drop it cuz it's borin.
GIBS: When someone starts talkin bout somethin else they will change subject not in the middle of the sentence, but before the other sentence was actually spoken.
FAF: It will be just that fast.
WB: Fascinating. Now, blogs just don't do the kind of rigorous fact-checking and editorial work that we do here in the mainstream media...
FAF: That's very true. Not like you have at CNN or MSNBC or Fox!
GIBS: Some days we sit around thinkin "Oh man if only we could maintain the journalistic rigor of Robert Novak or Charles Krauthammer or Brit Hume!"
FAF: Or Judith Miller or Chris Matthews or CNN's Bill Schneider!
GIBS: But then we would lose our cuttin-edge appeal Wolf Blitzer. Our cuttin-edge appeal.
WB: But given that bloggers might be biased, or play "fast and loose with the truth," and given the increased importance of blogs today, should Americans be concerned?
FAF: Yes they should be very concerned. We are an unchained force of nature Wolf Blitzer! You cannot stop us once we spin out of telecommunicontrol!
GIBS: Bow before the power of blog Wolf Blitzer! Bow before the power of blog NOOOOOOW!
WB: But that means the mainstream media would be defenseless before an onslaught of raw unfiltered opinion and skewed news!
FAF: It could lead to... a blogpocalypse.
GIBS: A rain of electronic fire and doom upon all mankind!
FAF: And the mainstream legacy mediaverse would be helpless to stop it!
GIBS: Heeeeellllpleeeessss! BOWBEFOREGIBLETS!
WB: AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! [explodes]
FAF: His fusty analog consciousness could not cope with the intensity of our instantaneous instantosity!
GIBS: The media is dead! Long live the media!
FAF: Liberté, égalité, superfluté! TO VICTORY!
[there follows the violent overthrow of everything]
posted by fafnir at 5:39 PM
Well here we are at the Democratic National Convention! I woulda blogged about the speeches last night but we had a slight medical mishap as I almost got trampled by Sidney Blumenthal while tryin to touch the hem of Bill Clinton's garment. I could not help it he is just too beautiful!
Just five minutes ago I got to see THE Newsweek's Howard Fineman! He is even shorter an pastier an more pathologically blase about the status of American democracy in real life! I tried to engage him in insightful commentary but I was overcome by girlish squealin and mobbed him along with some of the understaff of the New Republic. I came back with two teeth and an eyebrow!
But none a that matters right now cause I AM TYPIN ON ATRIOS'S LAPTOP RIGHT NOW. He musta left it out or somethin cause here I am an he even left his Blogger window open I can totally post to his blog an everythin!
Wooooooo I'm Atrios blah blah blah, phony wars are bad, blah blah blah, the media is corrupt an stupid blah blah blahaaaaaa here he comes runawayrunaway
posted by fafnir at 12:29 PM
Stupid Democratic National Convention! You are stupid and smell of rancid old cow smell and Giblets is unimpressed with your vast quantities of compliemtary booze and your just-par escort services! But now onto the substantive criticism!
posted by Giblets at 10:25 AM
Monday, July 26, 2004
We are currently waitin to get into the Democratic National Convention in Boston but there has been a slight hold-up as Giblets has been stopped by security tryin to sneak in as luggage. "Giblets defies credentials!" says Giblets to security. "Credentials are insolent!"
In the meantime here is an interview we did a couple days ago with doctor an Family Research Council family expert Dr. James Dobson on a vital matter of national importance.
FAFBLOG: Well Dr. James Dobson it has been a while since we had our last interview an in between the Ban Gay Marriage Amendment Amendment failed. How you been since then?
JAMES DOBSON: Just terrible, Fafnir. Because of the weakness and corruption of the United States Senate, I have been forced to become gay.
FB: Oh no!
JD: I'm afraid it's true, Fafnir. I now spend my nights in a ball gag and a chastity cage while Gary Bauer whips me from behind in his skintight leather bodice.
FB: That is terrible news Doctor James Dobson! Not only has gay marriage forced you to become gay, it has made you a bottom!
JD: And that's not the worst of it. Pat Robertson changed his name to "Trixie" and is giving handjobs in Tiajuana for five bucks a pop. Bill Bennet is a ponyboy in San Francisco. No one's seen Jerry Falwell since the FMA was killed, but there've been sightings of a heavy-set post-op tranny with three breasts, a chimpanzee sex slave, and a fiery Southern oratorial style along the backroads of Central Virginia.
FB: But how did all of this happen Dr. James Dobson?
JD: Well, it's all very simple. The legality of gay marriage sent out powerful shockwaves of destructive gay energy throughout hetereosexuality. Without an amendment to the constitution specifically barring homosexuals from obtaining marriage rights, this destructive Gay Force rampaged throughout the Traditional Family Nexus, corrupting it and turning thousands of upright, decent, missionary-position-loving straight couples into deranged, out-of-control mutant gay perverts.
FB: This is horrible! What in your scientific opinion as a doctor can we do to stop this?
JD: Well, humanity's only hope at this point lies in the Marriage Protection Act, which would strip federal courts of the ability to review the constitutionality of the Defense of Marriage Act. That way if the draconian anti-gay laws we need turn out to be unconstitutional, we'll never know, because the courts won't be able to stop them.
FB: Wow! Yknow when you think about it you could probably pass all kindsa crazy jurisdiction-stripping laws an it'd be almost as good as havin an amendment, only much easier!
JD: Really? I hadn't thought of that.
FB: Well Dr. James Dobson we have to go. Good luck with saving marriage!
JD: It may be too late for that, Fafnir. But pray for my soul as Rexella Van Impe pounds me in the ass with a strap-on.
FB: We will Dr. James Dobson. We will.
posted by fafnir at 7:53 PM
"Wow that sure was some crazy series of wild adventures we had while we were on break these last thirteen days wasn't it Giblets!" says me sittin on the bus to Giblets.
"Unnngh," says Giblets. "Giblets should never have eaten those twenty-seven cans of raw tuna."
"An now here we are on our way to the Democratic National Convention as accredited bloggers!" says me. "We are at the forefront of the New Media Cutting-Edge Media Thing Media Giblets!"
"Giblets feels green an scaly," says Giblets. "Sickly oils swirl about him in sinister hues. I am bloated to the gills with omega-3 fatty acids! To the gills I say!"
"An important non-bloggy people like Tim Russert an Sam Donaldson an Jesus will be there goin 'Fafnir tell us about the internet an how you write on the internet an how it is all different on the internet an how you are made of the internet' an it will be all so interestin," says me.
"Giblets wants to sleep," Giblets says. "But bloated an sickly as he is, he is vulnerable to his enemies. His soft underbelly is exposed to the likes of the French an the Pope an large cats."
"An of course there will be the cocktail weenies," says me.
"We must be wary," says Giblets.
"Yes," says me. "The cocktail weenies are not to be trusted."
The bus passes a very large fiberglass Big Boy an there is Boston ahead.
posted by fafnir at 7:12 PM
"...six cans of raw tuna... mmph hmmph schmh... seven cans of raw tuna..."
"Follow that car!"
"That car is a squirrel."
"Follow that squirrel!"
"That squirrel is a rock."
"Follow that rock!"
"We're standing on it. We're standing on the rock."
"...eighteen cans of raw tuna... errrmph.... mmerrmph... guh... nineteen cans of raw tuna... unnnfff... guunnfh..."
"Very clever, Mister Fafnir. But can you escape this very, very slow-moving laser while you are loosely tied to this wobbly table and I explain via monitor my evil plan for world domination? Mwa-hahahaha..."
"Wow... that's a cool sound effect!"
"Yeah, I've got like a million of those."
"Man I could just sit around playin the Kaboom effect forever!"
"Try the tap-dancing cow."
"...twenty-three cans... urrggh... of raw tuna... unnnffh... urrrrmff... urrrgle... aw, crud."
posted by fafnir at 6:32 PM
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Giblets is lookin angry an there is so much to do.
"Giblets is angry!" says Giblets. "Giblets is angry because nobody understands Giblets an his vast Gibletsian needs! Giblets is people too!"
"Giblets we are sposed to be workin on the Super Top Secret Special Project What Is Really Secret An Special with the Medium Lobster," says me.
"Giblets cares not for the Super Top Secret Special Project What Is Really Secret An Special!" says Giblets. "Giblets is only interested in Giblets-related Giblets activites that properly fulfill his Gibletshood! An if people here do not understand that then GIBLETS IS RUNNIN AWAY!"
"Yes Giblets is runnin away," says Giblets, "to find some public square for Giblets, where Gibletses can interact, debate an share information on a wide variety of Gibletsian issues. To provide a voice for mainstream Giblets an articulate the deeply held ideals of a free and virtuous Giblets."
"Giblets you are bein a crazy Giblets an you should stay here while I take care a the teapot an come back to talk you outta your craziness," says me.
"You will only have until I finish eatin this raw tuna," says Giblets. "These twenty-eight cans of raw tuna."
So I am runnin up the stairs to the teapot when out of the wall comes Santa!
"Oh no Santa what are you doin here!" says me. "It is not Christmastime yet!"
"It's Christmas in July!" says Santa lickin his sharp metal pointy Santa teeth. "And I've come to devour good little Fafnirs! Have you been a good little Fafnir this year?"
"But I will let you live if you can answer the dark and insoluble mystery of Santa's Riddle!" says Santa.
"Okay Santa I am not very good at riddles but I will try!" says Fafnir.
"Alright, lessee here..." says Santa. "Which one was it... was it the one about the moose and the three monkeys, or the one with the fox and the chickn and the river, or the one with the..."
"Santa I gotta go cause I gotta talk Giblets outta runnin away an the teapot is boilin an if somethin doesnt happen soon it could wreck the burner," says me.
"Or the rhyming one about Time, or the one about pocketses..."
So I run into the kitchen but who is waitin for me but our evil alternate negaverse twins Fut's-Lung an Mutton!
"Evil alternate negapeople what are you doin here!" says me.
"Ho ho ho Fafnir!" says Fut's-Lung "It is too late by now we have done all kindsa evil things! An we dont feel like tellin you what they are."
"Roam free before Mutton!" says Mutton. "Roam free before Mutton NOOOOOOOW!"
"Are they secret evil things I will never discover ever?" says me.
"Well for a start you know your Piñata Of Peace?" says Fut's-Lung.
"Yes my piñata that I filled with peace so when folks break it open they go 'oh we will now eat delicious candy' an then peace comes out an everybody associates peace with the delicious goodness of candy so everyone will love peace?" says me.
"Yes that Piñata Of Peace," says Fut's-Lung.
"I like it it is a very beautiful piñata," says me.
"Well we filled it with WAR!" says Fut's-Lung.
"Make freedom for Mutton!" says Mutton. "Repeal tarrifs."
"Fut's-Lung and Mutton you are evil and alternate and wrong!" says me.
"An we did more than that!" says Fut's-Lung. "We have replaced half of all the furniture an appliances in your house with evil robots which look just like furniture!"
"Since our universe is the opposite of yours all our furniture is made of evil robots," says Fut's-Lung. "Because none of the furniture in your universe is made of them."
"That makes a lot of sense," says me. "What do you use instead of evil robots?"
"Barcaloungers," says Mutton.
"How good are they?" says me.
"Eh," says Fut's-Lung.
"Fut's-Lung an Mutton I would love to stay an chat about your evil but Santa's tryin to eat me an Giblets is tryin to run away an the teapot is boilin an I really gotta take care of some things first," says me.
An then Chris shows up an he is NOT EATIN CHICKEN.
Is furniture really more effective than robots? Will there ever be a proper forum for Giblets an the Giblets-minded majority to gather an share Gibletsian viewpoints? Is Chris a vegetarian now or what? Tune into Fafblog after a break of several days time to find out!
posted by fafnir at 11:24 PM
OUR SCENE: FAFNIR has encountered GIBLETS in the Athenian market. FAFNIR is accompanying a goat which he intends to defend in court against the charge of impiety; GIBLETS has just taken first prize at the festival of Asclepius for disciplining a runaway cabbage.
FAFNIR: Why hello Giblets! I see you are almost fully immersed in a bowl of ham jello.
GIBLETS: Unnngh... Giblets is in such pain.
FAF.: Oh no Giblets! You have not been eatin pork to painful excess again have you?
GIBS.: Giblets does it... GLLGGLL... for national greatness. He stuffs himself with liquid ham... for the glory of the republic!
FAF.: But Giblets does the end always justify the means? For example say there is a man stuck in the opening of a mine shaft.
GIBS.: How would a man get stuck in a mine shaft? Mine shafts are huge.
FAF.: Well lets say he's a big fat man stuck in a mine shaft an there are like a dozen other people trapped in there because the fat man he is just so fat.
GIBS.: This is an improbably fat man we are talkin about.
FAF.: Maybe he has been eatin ham jello. For the glory of the republic.
GIBS.: Then he can stuff off. This is Giblets's ham jello.
FAF.: Anyway the question is should we blow up the fat man if there is no other way to get him out of the mine shaft to free the trapped an starving people inside when we know that blowin up the fat man is cruel murder?
GIBS.: Ha! I'd like to see you try! The explosives'll just make the mine shaft collapse an squish everyone inside.
FAF.: Giiiiblets, you're ruinin my moral dileeeema.
GIBS.: The real solution is to keep the starvin people inside the shaft alive by eatin the fat man. Problem solved.
FAF.: But Giblets what if in killin the fat man you are motivated not by the duty of savin the trapped people but by petty hatred of the fat man?
GIBS.: Then in that case Giblets is bein efficient. Two birds with one stone.
FAF.: OK but what if instead of a fat man there is a natural disaster trapped in the mine shaft like a tsunami or a comet?
GIBS.: There is a comet trapped in the mine shaft?
FAF.: Yeah cause yknow we want to say that from a utilitarian stanpoint that natural disasters are bad because of their large negative impact on people but they also have no motivations so we cant judge them from the point of "why did you blow up the dinosaurs comet it was against principles of higher justice."
GIBS.: Nah, I think the comet's just the fat man again. Just a really really fat man on fire.
FAF.: Sorta in disguise huh? Pretty sneaky!
GIBS.: Fat men are crafty, always tryin to steal Giblets's ham jello.
FAF.: But what if in order to save the starvin people in the mine shaft you have to give them your ham jello Giblets?
GIBS.: But that would be wrong. It is Giblets's ham jello.
FAF.: I am sorry Giblets they are starvin.
GIBS.: But it is Giblets's! Feed them somethin else like the fat man or horses or straw.
FAF.: There is nothin else to feed them Giblets. It has all been stolen.
GIBS.: But -
FAF.: By aliens.
GIBS.: But Giblets's ham jello is Giblets's ham jello! It is Giblets's an it is Giblets's forever!
FAF.: Cmon Giblets give it up.
GIBS.: You give it up!
FAF.: Ouch! Quit it!
GIBS.: You quit it!
FAF.: You quit it!
GIBS.: AHHHH! Stop it!
The gentlemen, now enlightened, proceed to the temple to observe the afternoon’s offering to the pig goddess.
Labels: serious discussions
posted by fafnir at 10:36 AM
Monday, July 12, 2004
The Medium Lobster is pleased to see that serious action is finally being considered to give a four-person committee the power to postpone the presidential election. For, in the event of a terrorist attack on or around Election Day, it would be dangerous - nay, undemocratic - to allow American citizens to vote while under the dark and panicking influence of the enemies of freedom.
And yet the Medium Lobster is not certain that postponement in just such an event goes far enough. After all, America cannot allow its election to be disrupted by any terrorist act, and wouldn't a major terrorist strike in Iraq or Saudi Arabia also raise that disrupting level of panic in the American voter's consciousness? For if Americans vote based on the nefarious and evil actions of Abu Musab Zarqawi, haven't we allowed the terrorists to win?
But this points to an even greater dilemma: while one may prepare for a terrorist attack at home or abroad and the affect it may have upon the electoral process, one cannot prepare for the possibility of a terrorist attack at home or abroad and the affect it may have on the electoral process. Once one takes this into account, events such as the State Department's report detailing a sharp increase in terrorism for 2003 are themselves cause for putting off the election. As long as the voting public believes that somewhere, somehow, terrorists may strike at a vulnerability within the nation, their votes will be darkly influenced by concern for that vulnerability, and once again, America will be voting under the influence of bin Laden and his murderous fellow travelers.
Indeed, as long as the United States grapples with the forces of terrorism, the shadow of Terror Itself will hang over the democratic process, infecting and poisoning it at the most fundamental levels. Can America allow itself to carry on any presidential election, knowing that its outcome may be influenced by the existence of terror, until Terror is, at long last, finally defeated? The answer, my friends, is a most resounding "no."
Remember, after all, that in these days it is the darkest enemies of democracy we face, and in the war to defeat them, we cannot let democracy stand in the way.
posted by the Medium Lobster at 9:29 AM
Sunday, July 11, 2004
So Chris comes home an the basement is flooded. He's kinda upset.
"What happened?" he says.
"The washin machine broke Chris," says Giblets.
"It's true," says me. "The washin machine is a very broken machine."
"But don't worry," says Giblets. "We recognized the gravity of the situation, formed an investigatory committee, an came up with a report on the failure of the washin machine."
Chris opens up the washin machine while the plumber drains the basement. The marbles start all spillin out.
"This thing's filled with marbles!" he says. "Did you guys try to wash a full load of marbles here?!"
"Okay, see Chris, this is why we wrote the report," says me holdin up the report.
"Yeah Chris," says Giblets. "The report lays things out in a much more even-handed fashion."
"We didn't approach the question of whether marbles were put into machines," says me, "although we concede there may have existed a highly marble-putting-into-ey environment."
Chris starts gettin madder an goes on about "look I just wanna know who broke my washin machine blah blah" which is not resolvin the larger issue of universal washin machine failure.
"Chris what we are dealin with here is a structural problem," says me.
"Yeah," says Giblets. "The washin machine proves susceptible to 'groupbreak,' which is like breaking, but in a group."
"It doesnt hold up to the tough pressures of the modern washin environment," says me.
"Like for example a load of marbles," says Giblets.
"It's really a very tricky situation an I for one am very glad we figured this out," says me.
Chris is kinda holdin his head a little and does not look that happy so we get to the solution in the hopes that'll cheer him up.
"Our conclusion at the end of the report is to buy a new washin machine," says me.
"Preferably one that can wash a ton of marbles," says Giblets.
Chris starts makin funny noises. I pat him reassuringly on the head an the plumber picks some marbles out of the drain.
posted by fafnir at 5:36 PM
Fafnir is a broken-hearted Fafnir. For I was deceived. Deceived by the story of Joe Wilson who as it turns out lied about absolutely everything he said to anyone ever because there in the Washington Post last Saturday exists definitive proof that somebody somewhere has said that his wife, exposed CIA agent Valerie Plame, got him his job checking out if Saddam Hussein had tried to buy uranium from Niger.
Poor foolish Fafnir! I had thought somehow this was all about how exposing the identity of a covert CIA agent is a federal crime but apparently it is really about how her husband is a big fat jerk who got a job by ridin his wife's coattails. I don't quite understand what that has to do with a criminal investigation but hipublican intellectual Jonah Goldberg does so that's OK.*
In the meantime because I was tricked into believin in Joe Wilson, I also believed that Saddam Hussein's nuclear program didnt exist when in fact it must have because Joe Wilson got his job from his wife! Even now I am trembling in fear in the knowledge that somewhere out there Saddam Hussein is sittin on a giant pile of Nigerien yellowcake uranium. "Ho ho ho," laughs Saddam Hussein as he takes a bite of rich, creamy uranium. "Soon I will grow ten thousand times my current size, spewing radioactive fire breath across Mesopotamia, until as Nuculo-Saddam I shall control the Middle East!" "Oh no Saddam don't do that!" I say. "It is too late!" he laughs. "And I owe it all to you, Fafnir - to you and all the other hapless peaceniks deceived by the nepotism of Joseph and Valerie Plame-Wilson!"
Oh no! Whatever will we do?
*Joe Wilson could learn a lot from Jonah in fact. With his deep intellectual honesty an cutting-edge use of Simpsons references it is easy to see why Jonah Goldberg didnt need nepotism to get him where he is today.
posted by fafnir at 3:32 PM
So me an Giblets an the bowl of frosted flakes an bananas are stuck sittin on top of the dryer talkin.
"Harrumph," says Giblets.
"Think Chris'll be mad?" says me.
"Why should he be?" says Giblets. "Not our fault the basement flooded. It's God's. He knew what was gonna happen when we put all those marbles in the washin machine an he didnt do squat."
"That's very true," says me. "Foreknowledge is fore-responsibility. For shame, God."
"I don't think Chris will believe it," says Giblets. "Chris does not believe in God."
"I don't understand why," says me. "There is plenty of anecdotal evidence like the Jesus tortilla."
"Does God really look like Jesus or does God really look like the tortilla?" says Giblets.
"The Catholic Church has informed me in numerous paintins that God is a really big ol man in the sky with a beard," says me.
"That is absurd," says Giblets. "Everyone knows that God is a really big ol rabbit in the sky with a beard."
"Very true," says me. "There is plenty of anecdotal evidence."
"We must attend to survival," says Giblets. "One of us must be eaten so the rest of us can survive."
"Oh no!" says me. "Cannibalism!"
"It is tough but all in the name of survival," says Giblets."Now I think we should set up a fair an equitable system for this. The person who is most made of milk and sugared cereal should be eaten first by the other two."
"Wait a minute Giblets!" says me grabbin protectively at the bowl of frosted flakes an bananas. "I see what you are up to! This is another cynical ploy to eat one of my friends who happens to be made of food!"
"All I am tryin to do is y'know make sure we do not all starve," says Giblets, "an that the ones of us who do not starve do not have to eat soggy cereal. But if you like we will draw straws which will be more fair."
"All right I will agree to that," says me.
"The one who picks the short straw will get eaten," says Giblets. "You an me will pick the long straws first."
"Okay," says me. "Wait a minute Giblets! I see what you are up to!"
"Harrumph," says Giblets. An the great river of life washes on through our lives an through our basement.
posted by fafnir at 2:29 PM