Doom and gloom!
December 1, 2008 at 11:12 pm | Posted in politics | Leave a commentTags: billingsley, conservatives, obama, politics, st. louis
The St. Louis Post-Dispatch’s resident nutjob (well, one of several), Z. Dwight Billingsley, has weighed in with “A Plan to Survive the Obama Years.” Let’s take a look, shall we?
“As Jack Buck once said, ‘I don’t believe what I just saw!’ Americans on Nov. 4 turned over control of the United States of America to a management team possessing no executive experience, having never run, as I liked to put it, nothing.
Well, Americans usually get the government they deserve, and I urge you all to get ready for this 21st century version of amateur hour. It’s going to be an embarrassing and dangerous time for America and American ideals. There won’t be much, I’m afraid, to be thankful for.”
An embarrassing and dangerous time for America? Well, I’m certainly glad we haven’t had an embarrassing leader for the past eight years who’s made the world less safe! And someone who successfully ran a great campaign in one of the most grueling elections seasons certainly doesn’t have any experience! It’s hard to believe the conservatives are still beating this drum, actually. “He’s unprepared! Oogedy-boogedy-boogedy!”
“Bill Kristol, writing in The Weekly Standard, reminded me that every 16 years we get a Democrat president with no experience in national security or international affairs who’s elected after Republican presidents have made and kept America safe: After Eisenhower, we got Kennedy; after Nixon/Ford, we got Carter; after Reagan/Bush, we got Clinton. And after Bush II, we get Barack Obama.”
Because, as we all remember, there were no wars during the Reagan/Bush years, and absolutely no terrorist attacks. The Nixon presidency was a bed of roses, too. Yup, those Republicans sure know how to maintain the Pax Americana!
“Every strong Republican president who succeeded in protecting America has allowed Americans to become complacent about national security, thereby opening the door for weak Democrats who allowed enemies to threaten and attack America without penalty. Obama will be no different, and Americans will have to learn again that there can be no economic security without national security.
That’s not to say that Obama’s election doesn’t come with a couple of interesting side effects. For example, henceforth no black man in America may be called unqualified for any job that he might seek, no matter his prior education or experience level. Want to be a nuclear scientist but lack a Ph.D. in physics? If the applicant is a black man, it’s no problem. Just offer hope to the profession and promise change from all those stuffy theorems that have given the discipline its structure over the years, and you’re in.”
Okay, this is just bullshit. Obama didn’t get where he was before the campaign because he simply “offered hope” to the professors at Columbia and Harvard Law. He worked hard, he studied, and he’s fucking smart. He listens to differing points of view, is able to construct a sentence that doesn’t collapse in on itself like a piece of taffy, and was able to lead a coalition of wildly disparate supporters to a decisive victory in the election. He ain’t perfect, but he certainly didn’t coast to where he is now.
“That’s on a par with throwing out the fact that tax cuts lead to more investment, job creation and increasing government revenues, just because the black man, that transcendent agent of change, says it’s OK.”
Mr. Billingsley, how exactly do tax cuts lead to more government revenue? What great investment have we seen in the Bush years? An investment in derivatives, securities, and unregulated market entities that have collapsed in on themselves and brought the economy down with them. And you conveniently ignore the Obama proposal to use government funds to invest in repairing our failing infrastructure, therefore creating sorely needed jobs. Can this be accomplished with tax cuts? No, because the government needs money to fund public works projects. We pay our taxes, we get paved roads, bridges that don’t crumble, firefighters, police, health insurance, and an investment in the economy that starts from the ground up.
“Another side effect has been white people contacting me to say that I should be proud to see a black man become president. Could there be a comment that is more condescending, more insulting, than that?”
He actually has a point here.
“If I believed that in America a black man could not be president, then I would be proud to see any black man elected president. But because I always have believed that nothing in America prevents a black man from becoming president or anything else he wants to be, I can be embarrassed, not proud, to see someone as unqualified and inexperienced as Obama become president.”
And he blows it with some Dinesh D’Souza Horatio Alger bullshit. You think white people don’t have privilege? You think black men and women aren’t kept out of the highest positions by societal pressures, but instead choose to take lower-paying jobs with less power and recognition? If you haven’t encountered this in your life, then I am truly happy for you. But that would put you in the tiniest minority of people of color, who have to work harder and be better just to get half the recognition white people do. And it’s insulting to Obama to continue to insinuate that he only got where he is because he’s “the transcendant black man” and to ignore his obvious intellect and political savvy.
“Jackie Robinson, the first black man in modern-day major league baseball, illustrates my point. He was the right man with the right combination of talent, temperament and character at the right time to be successful for that important ‘first.’ Obama? An empty suit who will fail.”
And as we all know, Robinson didn’t encounter any barriers at all to his success. Nope, there was not a single societal barrier to his becoming a baseball star. After all, when he was drafted into the army after attending UCLA, “Robinson learned that white men with his level of education were allowed to go to Officer Candidate School, but blacks could not.” And even though “During his first season with the Dodgers, Robinson encountered racism from fans and players, which included his own teammates,” that certainly was no deterrent he had to overcome. Nope, he just had to work just as hard as any of his white teammates, and he could do whatever he wanted–even become president in an era of Jim Crow! Yup, any black man anywhere can be whatever he wants, and the only reason we haven’t had a black president until now is because . . . why again? Black men just couldn’t be bothered?
“I’m going to approach the Obama years the same way liberals handled the Iraq war. Just as they claimed to support our troops while opposing the war, I’m going to support my country while opposing Obama and what he stands for in every way that I can.”
If you agree with Bush’s policies of cutting health benefits for veterans, discharging veterans with PTSD to make sure to deny them mental health coverage, sending soldiers into battle underarmed, unprepared, and overwhelmed, then you have a very funny definition of “supporting the troops.” And it is possible to love your country and disagree vehemently with your president. In fact, I encourage it–whether the president is Bush, Obama, or Lincoln, they should always be questioned. Blind patriotism is what led us to the sorry state we’re in now.
“It’s only four years and with the astute Sen. Mitch McConnell of Kentucky as Senate minority leader, Republicans can stop the Obama extremists for two years until mid-term elections in 2010 give Republicans the boost in Congress that inevitably will come.”
I mean, come on, look at how they stuck it to the Democratic Congress in 2008! Oh, wait.
And in 2012, we’ll have Sarah Palin to clean up Obama’s mess [are you fucking kidding me?] and remind us again of America’s exceptionalism.”
Ah yes, American Exceptionalism. Mr. Billingsley wrote another blinkered, jingoistic column on that very subject not long before the election, which basically said, “Obama doesn’t think America’s perfect!” I’m glad you think America is perfect, Mr. Billingsley, and I hope that at some point you can take your fingers out of your ears, your head out of your ass, and the blinders off your eyes, and join the rest of us in the real world.
The Mormon stance on marriage
November 9, 2008 at 12:09 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a commentTags: gay, gay rights, Mormonism, Prop 8
I posted this on my Facebook page, but I wanted to get it out here, too:
I just sent in my official letter of resignation from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I hadn’t gone to church in over a decade, and frankly, until now, I never cared enough to bother removing my name from the membership rolls. But after hearing about the church’s actions in the disgusting and reprehensible Prop 8 initiative in California, I don’t want another single goddman thing to do with Mormonism.
Here’s an article about the church’s actions: http://www.heraldextra.com/content/view/280669/17/ Read it and think about it. (And this is just one of several news reports I’ve seen saying the same thing.) So the Mormon church includes some small-minded, homophobic idiots who feel threatened by two consenting adults loving each other and having their union recognized by the law? Fine. Every church includes some nutters, so let them vote away. But this: “In June, California church authorities read a statement from Salt Lake City leaders over the pulpit that church members ‘do all [they] can to support the proposed constitutional amendment.’” makes my blood boil.
I hate to tell you Mormons who supported this, but TWO GAY PEOPLE MARRYING IN NO WAY AFFECTS YOU, YOUR MARRIAGE, YOUR CHILDREN, OR YOUR CHURCH. The Mormon church doesn’t want gay people to marry? Fine! You make the rules in your church; go ahead! The Mormons want to spread hate and ostracize gay people from their church? Go ahead! It makes you bigoted assholes, but that’s your prerogative. But to call on your church members–who constitute a mere 2% of California’s population, by the way–to give their money to an effort to discriminate against gay people, deceiving them into thinking this is a revelation from God to be obeyed, is not only loathsome, but illegal. The church wants to get involved in politics? Start paying taxes and stop pretending to be a church.
The Mormon church says they’re all about family, but their actions on behalf of Prop 8 have demonstrated that that’s a lie. 18,000 gay couples got married in California in the brief period that gay marriage was legal there. 18,000 couples who asked nothing of straight people, who weren’t seeking recompense from a church, but who simply loved each other and wanted to make legally bound families. Did the law in California state that gay people had to get married in a Mormon temple? No! Did it say that the Mormon church–or any church–had accept gay married couples as part of their congregations? No! Did gay people ask one thing, ANYTHING, of the Mormon church, or cause it any harm in any way? No, no, a thousand times no!
And when all they wanted was to be left alone, to be able to enjoy the exact same rights as straight people–who can marry and divorce at will, adopt children, be legally recognized as a family, with or without biological children–the Mormon church leadership delivered a slap in their faces.
I’ve had enough. These constitutional amendments are mere political footballs that will all be repealed in 15 years anyway, but the church had to step in and make sure that the gays in California were humiliated and insulted until that happens. And yes, I realize that other churches were opposing the measure, but the fact of the matter is that the Mormons were the smallest of these groups, the least relevent to the public discourse in California, and yet they almost single-handedly hate-mongered enough to get it passed.
Congratulations, latter-day “saints.”
To any ex-Mormons reading this who haven’t yet officially left the church, here’s how to do it: http://www.wikihow.com/Leave-the-Mormon-Church-Gracefully
To any current Mormons reading this, for God’s sake, tell your church to stay the hell out of politics and other people’s lives.
Google image search meme
June 22, 2008 at 2:07 pm | Posted in meme | 2 CommentsTags: meme, navel gazing
I have weightier and more intellectual posts in the pipeline, but for the moment, this’ll do.
I found the meme here, it originated here, and here are the rules: Answer each question, plug your answer into Google search, and pick a picture from the first page of images from your search results. Here goes:
1. Your age on your next birthday.

2. A place you’d like to travel.

3. Your favorite place.

4. Your favorite object.
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5. Your favorite food.

6. Your favorite animal.

7. Your favorite color.

8. The town where you were born.

9. The town where you live.

10. Name of a past pet.
(Oh, my.)
11. Name of a past love.
(Unrequited love doesn’t count.)
12. Best friend’s nickname.

13. Your screen name.

14. Your first name.

15. Your middle name.

16. Your last name.

17. Bad habit of yours.

18. Your first job.
19. Name of grandmother.
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20. College/grad major(s.)

I tag Andygrrrl, and anyone else who stumbles across this.
Springtime
April 7, 2008 at 4:32 pm | Posted in Mental health | Leave a commentTags: health

Lovely, soggy spring has finally come to St. Louis, right on schedule. I spent the day vegetating in Forest Park, spread out on a blanket and reading like it’s going out of style.
I have turned into a slug and need to go back to the gym, not to try to get into a swimsuit (ha!) for summer, or to lose weight, but just to be healthier. It’s been a long and dark and sad winter, and my usual tendency when I go through periods like this is to take out my frustrations on my body, so I’ve been eating nothing but crap, not sleeping, drinking too much, pushing myself too hard. I’m taking this week off work so I don’t kill someone (if you could throttle people through the phone, half the population at my work would be dead by now), including me.
There are things going on in my mind and my emotions that aren’t good but can’t be solved, and the winter seems to make me dwell on things and roll around in the muck with them, rather than trying to work on them or even trying to ignore them. I’m hoping that being out in nature again and seeing that strange bright glowing thing in the sky (someone told me it’s called “the sun”) will give me some perspective and some strength to start things moving again. Or failing that, instead of brooding in the house like a mushroom, I can brood outside in the sun and get a tan, at least.
Passive aggression
March 18, 2008 at 9:47 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a commentThis site has been making me chuckle all evening. The SXSW and roommate notes are my absolute favorites. Especially since, back in college, I used to live with two roommates (whom I nicknamed Scylla and Charybdis, or simply The Bitches) who mainly communicated with me through notes when we were on good terms, and exclusively through notes when we ended up despising each other. Had this site existed, I would have taken a picture of the note I posted on the fridge, asking whose (black, liquefying) banana was in the fridge, and whether I could throw out. (The fantastic response? “Mine. Why?”)
I have been so sorely tempted to write passive-aggressive emails at work (“Can the person conducting science experiments in the fridge please clean up their fucking mess?”), but I content myself with simply snarking at the offending parties behind their backs and hanging onto my job.
The next big thing
March 10, 2008 at 11:35 am | Posted in Weight loss | 2 CommentsTags: fat, health
Big Liberty bravely exposes the next epidemic, which has been shamefully ignored in the mainstream press: the tall epidemic! Clearly, considering the prodigious evidence behind this epidemic – brought to you by the same fine scienticians who brought you the Obesity Epidemic – we must act at once to halt the tragic growth of humanity! After all, increasing tallness is associated with all manner of economic issues and, most worryingly, health issues. As she points out, “greater adult height is a risk factor for higher overall incidences of cancer and, in particular, with cancer of the breast (after the menopause), prostate, large bowel, endometrium, ovary—that is, the major non-smoking related malignancies—and kidney.” How much longer will we allow this tragedy to continue? Won’t anyone think of the children?
In other news, this has been scooting around the internet faster than a caffeinated toddler on a three-wheeler, for good reason. If you’re feeling at all bad about anything with your body – especially if, like me, you’ve come down with your third cold of 2008 – this will give you all sorts of warm fuzzies, like an armful of kittens.
Buh-bye, scale
February 27, 2008 at 12:03 am | Posted in Weight loss | 2 CommentsTags: Weight loss, work
So I left the Weight Loss Thing team today. They can keep going without me, it’s been making me crazy stressed, and it’s one less thing to worry about, so out I go. And, ironically, once I got the confirmation that I could leave the team without fucking my teammates over, I went to . . . the gym. For the first time in week. Huh. Go figure.
I guess now that it really is about getting healthy and not about losing weight, I’ll actually be able to do right by my body, instead of just trying to do thin by it.
If that makes any sense.
Oscars, etc.
February 25, 2008 at 12:23 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a commentTags: movies
So I’m basically happy with the outcome of the Oscars (and I got 12 out of 24 categories right in the pool I participated in), especially with the Coens winning best director and best picture. I think Paul Thomas Anderson probably should have won Best Director, but the Coens were just as deserving. However, Cate Blanchett was totally robbed, because her performance as Bob Dylan was stunning, and I can’t believe freaking Tilda Swinton and her meandering accent won instead. But for the most part, the people I was rooting for (Marion Cotillard and Daniel “I drink your milkshake!” Day-Lewis) won and the gowns were nice and boring and un-Cher-like and Jon Stewart was pretty damn funny and there was no interpretive dance AT ALL. So I call this a success. Let’s do it again in a year.
No pain, no gain, no salvation
February 24, 2008 at 5:43 pm | Posted in Weight loss | Leave a commentTags: fat, Weight loss
Perhaps the scariest thing about the weight loss culture in America today (“today” meaning not only the day I’m writing this, but the whole period from the 1970s on when dieting and aerobics first became truly household phenomena) is the way it tries to take the place of religion in people’s lives. We are, despite the efforts of Pat Robertson and his foul ilk, becoming an ever more secular and culturally pluralistic society, so it makes sense that the old ascetic rituals and lessons are falling away. What’s moved in to take their place is the religion of weight loss. The themes of denial and self-negation leading to transformation and eternal life are the same; only the vehicle for the message has changed.
This truly hit home for me when I read this article about researchers at Wash U. discovering a way to live 30-40% longer: calorie restriction. Apparently, researchers found a group of people who have reduced their daily caloric intake to something like 1500 calories a day, depending on their size, and have discovered that these people “had virtually no risks of cardiovascular disease or cancer even though their medical records said they were less healthy when they started the program.” And the kicker? Based on research done on (inbred, genetically modified) laboratory animals, they anticipate that people who follow this diet can live to up to be 120 years old. One hundred and twenty bona fide years!
Now, of course, this lifestyle is difficult, so there is – wait for it – a “supportive community” (or coven, or congregation) of fellow calorie restricters. Including one man who has a lovely, delicious daily breakfast of berries and apple peels. Fucking apple peels. Mm, yummy! Why does he follow such a dreary diet? Why, to gain his eternal reward, of course! Apparently, the secret to this here diet (which is absolutely, completely different from every other diet you’ve ever heard of and will ever hear about in the future) is to cut out empty calories and eat “nutritionally dense” foods. You eat more stuff, but it’s healthier and you weigh less! Amazing!
No fucking shit!
When you eat as much chemically-laden junk food as Americans do – not just chips, Pop-Tarts, and candy bars, but also frozen lunches and dinners, meals from boxes, waxed fruits and vegetables, and aspartame- and sucralose-sweetened drinks – your body begins to lose its ability to tell when you’re full, what you’re really craving, and what you need. The fact of the matter is that humans need things like lean meat (that isn’t pumped full of antibiotics and growth hormones) or other lean protein, lots of plant matter, lots of water, and very, very few chemicals. As Michael Pollan puts it, “Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.” We know this. We have been told this all our lives by doctors, health experts, and grandmothers–a litany of the horrible wrongs we’ve done to our bodies and how to correct it (Lord have mercy). And this calorie restriction diet is not different in any way, shape, or form from every other diet that preceded it.
This is the Same Old Shit repackaged in semi- (or not so semi-) religious clothing and presented as the Way to Eternal Life. To which I reply, who the fuck wants to live to be 120? Especially eating apple peels? Assuming the diet does what it promises, unless every person you love follows it, too, you will outlive all your friends and most of your family. And since you lose bone and muscle mass, you’ll probably end up riddled with osteoporosis and living out your life, aged and alone, in the hands of a nursing home. So, your reward at the end of 120 years of denying yourself food you love is – old age? What the hell kind of a reward is that?
I don’t know about you, but death doesn’t scare me. And more importantly, life doesn’t scare me. I would rather eat food I enjoy without counting every calorie, worrying endlessly about whether or not I was healthy enough (righteous enough), and kick off at an earlier age after having thoroughly enjoyed myself than live a life fearing food. I don’t eat junk food not because I’m afraid of dying, but because I feel like shit when I eat junk food. This is the point that scientists, nutritionists, and public healthy policy wonks should be stressing: we shouldn’t be eating junk food because it makes us feel bad. If we just listened to our bodies, they would tell us what we need to do. We don’t need a high priest and a coven to tell us how to live healthfully; it’s inside us already.
Discoveries Made While Singin’ for Jeeziss
February 17, 2008 at 10:59 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 1 CommentTags: church, Jesus, mass, singing
Today, I discovered that it’s very difficult to show up 20 minutes before the 8:00 AM mass and expect to be able to learn all the music and also lead the service, all before caffeine has passed my lips. I also learned that the only masochists parishioners who show up for the 8:00 mass are old as dirt and just as deaf, or look on church as a welcome opportunity to sleep, and therefore don’t give a fiddler’s fart when I completely fuck up the offertory hymn four verses in a row, complete with puzzled accompaniment from the organ behind me.
I also discovered that it’s perfectly normal to wonder, as I sit and listen to the day’s goofy homily from the nice old priest, whether I spent five years of school getting a music degree just to sing three hymns and a rather uninspired psalm at a roomful of Catholics when I’d rather be getting un-hungover. (Another discovery: hangovers don’t significantly impair your ability to sing hymns and psalms.)
I also also discovered that the deaf, old, and tired parishioners are not so sleepy to not notice that I don’t have the faintest clue when to cross myself, what to mumble back at the priest along with everyone else, or how the Nicene Creed goes. I can’t decide if crossing myself when they do would be me fitting in, or me mocking them. Either way’s acceptable; I just have to know with how much irony I should make the sign of the cross. And then I’ll make the sign of the very cross indeed.
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