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“This is disorienting. Change to Media Matters format please.”

Comment by Tman — July 21, 2007 @ 11:01 pm

Yes, commissar apparatchiki nomenklatura excellence, we will shift from that tricky disorienting “marketplace of ideas” experiment so hurtful to “progressive though” ASAP. This will keep our peecee honey flowing in a continuous drip-mode conducive to our conditioned-reflex patterns brought on by perfectly modulated bio-feedback uninterrupted by silly interruptions of truth & facts, because they punctuate our perfect equilibrium.

Apologies to Orwell, Aldous Huxley plus the author of Doors of Perception, oops, that’s Huxley again.

Oh please, Faiz, ban those nasty trolls toute de suite, si-il vous plait! And sorry to disorent the perfect repose of Tman, whoever Tman may be, if that happened by my imperfect offerings.

Oh, that we in the USA should be so lucky two centuries later!

Comment by daveinboca — July 22, 2007 @ 1:50 am

You sound like that Ct_V1 on some bad speed…

Your music reviews seem a little harsh… What have you composed BTW?

As for your site, I can see a performance art thing, where you swim through garbage and eat feces, acting out your commentaries on modern culture… Something different anyway.

Une fureur de divertissement s’est emparée de la société du Directoire. Depuis que la Terreur est terminée et que l’on a démonté la guillotine, la jouissance est à l’ordre du jour. Ne faut-il pas rattraper le temps perdu? Les jolies femmes cèdent à la mode de l’antiquomanie : robes à la Diane ou à la Flore, tuniques couleur chair largement ouvertes sur le flanc et au décolleté généreux. On se vêt, ou plutôt on se dévêt de tulle, de gaze ou de linon transparent qui ne cache rien des formes. L’exposition des produits de l’industrie nationale organisée en 1798, témoigne de cet engouement pour le luxe.

La nudité est à l’ordre du jour : après l’ère des sans-culottes est venue celle des sans-chemises ! Mais le grand luxe de ces Merveilleuses – c’est ainsi qu’on appelle les beautés du temps – c’est la perruque, ou plutôt la multitude de perruques, car il en existe pour toutes les heures du jour : généralement blondes, on en voit des noires, des bleues, des vertes …

Et les cavaliers de ces dames? On les nomme les Incroyables, ou plutôt les Incoyables, car ils jugent élégant de supprimer les r (le R de Révolution , de Roi ou ceux qu’on entend dans Terreur) et même toutes les consonnes, devenant ainsi presque inintelligibles. Ces godelureaux arborent des accoutrements excentriques : habit vert à grands godets, taille pincée, large culotte, énorme cravate sous laquelle le menton disparaît. Ils ont le nez chaussé de grosses lunettes et sont coiffés en « pattes de chien », leurs cheveux tombant sur les oreilles. Leurs parfums à base de musc leur valent aussi le surnom de « muscadins ». Le bicorne sur la tête, ils tiennent en main un gourdin qu’ils appellent leur « pouvoir exécutif » et grâce auquel ils peuvent tenir le haut du pavé. Malheur à qui ne leur céderait pas la place!

Cette jeunesse dorée, qui dépense sans compter, se retrouve à Paris dans tous les lieux à la mode : théâtres, tripots, glaciers, Tivoli ou Frascati, allée des veuves aux Champs-Élysées ou galerie du Palais-Royal. La danse est à l’honneur et les bals publics pullulent. Élégants et élégantes se vantent de fréquenter les plus renommées des « Merveilleuses » : Mlle Lange, Mme Tallien, Mme Récamier, ou deux créoles très recherchées, les citoyennes Beauharnais et Hamelin. Leur protecteur, Barras, est un personnage influent auquel il est bon de faire sa cour : il donne d’ailleurs des fêtes d’un luxe inouï, où se presse une société disparate : royalistes et jacobins repentis, grandes dames et courtisanes. Les mÅ“urs sont libres : on divorce pour se remarier et redivorcer au plus vite. Cette classe de nouveau riche, que la vente aux armées et l’agiotage a enrichi, devait connaître une mise au pas et un certain regain de sobriété et de pudeur lors de l’avènement du premier consul[1].

The pathetic collection of leftardo human experimenters whom Astrologers call those cursed with having the awful birthmark of “Neptune in Libra.” meaning those susceptible to every sort of light-headed whimsical vagary of mood and temperament taken seriously, were also cursed with being hailed as the vanguard of the Age of Aquarius. Seems these vacant degenerates actually believed their press and acted out a hilarious GENERATIONAL DEGENERATION because they were predisposed, if you believe their astrological Neptunian karma, to believe the shallow, spurious, specious silly folderol that passed as their specific destiny. Some resisted, most did not, leaving us with poop, I mean pop, heroes like Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Boob Dylan, and a whole panoply of early demisers worthy of being the yang to their parents’ yin, or vice versa. Janis, and dozens of other early bloomers faded before noon of their life trajectories.

The Weekly Standard has a good run-down on just how good these young Gen-X and Gen Y are compared to their slacker drugged-out squalid forebears. The lotus rises from the fecal material is the Oriental way of comprehending how the new generation of winners has been spawned by a human-garbage sleaze-dump mound of self-serving narcissistic bio-mass which has given itself over to the most ridiculous autistic solipsistic self-referential solecisms since the age of Incroyable et Merveilleuse, back in the 1790s. Please google for the reference.

Luckily for the French, after that they found a leader who had a pair, and could keep their country from being overrun by silly bantamweights like the Islamist froth-mouth hysterics and their in-country fifth column at the NYT, WaPo, and broadcast networks.

Oh, that we in the USA should be so lucky two centuries later!

Comment by daveinboca — July 22, 2007 @ 1:10 am

That’s what ‘m sayin’ holmes, your website is deadly, dreary, dull… spice it up, get some of those naughty innuendoes (sic) into the mix… No offense dogg, but you’ve got two women in the house. Why not, e.g., set up a webcam and do that spankin’ thang for real…

Ah, another wish projected onto being the father of a thought. Brooks did no such thing, though it’s hard to convince gullible naive clueless nitwits that that isn’t your p.o.v. Ramifications in this case are the apparent willingness of the Anbar Sunnis to throw out the crazed AQ foreigners, mostly hated Saudis, from their homeland. You zombie knucklewalkers all missed that cuz good news is outside your loser paradigm. Y’all want to lose, don’t you, so the USA fits your own life pattern of hopeless loooozeer career paths. Especially if you’re academicide nobodies and smarty-pants teeny-dorks.

Oh, pls turn me into Faiz for such terrible posts outside the pattern of your silly scurrilous shallow specious spurious arguments against this administration.

I personally don’t like GWB myself, but watching twittering moonbats and whack-job nutroots like the Repub of Insolence do their on-line wanking, I simply felt compelled to contribute a bit of contrarian obfuscation, if you catch my drift.

And Repub of Sillywalks, I find it sooo hurtful that you find me not believable in the least. And the lord of fleas, “I don’t have a blog to flog, like some whores” has such nasty asides to dump on this thread. And the “Pretty strange too that a married man, such as you profess to be, would be hanging out here “spanking” the posters…” cierro de boca metrosexual does pick up on my naughty innuendoes….very perspicacious for a typical psycho projection type.

I do hope that Faiz finds me unfit for this gracious company….!

Looks like your website hasn’t caught any flies holmes, so you’re here to shill for it and get a few hits. Pretty strange too that a married man, such as you profess to be, would be hanging out here “spanking” the posters… maybe you should change the theme of your site, get a little kinky wit it dogg

What “various ramifications” do you see from Brooks throwing his hands up and declaring tacit defeat?

If you’re too afraid to answer, I’ll understand ;)

Or am I being a “troll?”

Comment by daveinboca

I don’t have a blog to flog, like some whores. Your content-free posts are a fine example of “conservative thought” such as it is. Still ducking my question, I see. Predictable.

I do have the chops to know that the flackery on this thread just hates to have any dissent, informed or otherwise—an old left tradition going back to Uncle Joe….

I assume you DO live on the Left Coast!

BTW, you’re wrong too. I’m not “in Stanford” nor do I live near Stanford.

Cheers,

Bravo, at least Arne has the bravery to put up his website link, even if his comment is “off the subject,” or what was the subject, anyway!?

Yes, I think we should get out of Iraq, but if you have ever lived in a war zone, and I have twice, situations DO CHANGE, Arne, even though out there in Stanford, you live in a Plato’s Cave of Absolutes!!!

Ummm, speaking of “subject”, Dave, the subject here is not whether situations change, but rather whether Brooks can be dead-sure way back when but not know his a$$ from a hole in the grounf about the very same subject and issues now. Let us posit for a moment, arguendo, that he did know it all back then, and that he was in fact absitively, posolutely right, but the “situation changed” in the interim, and now he’s just confoozed. I’d venture to say that’s prima facie evidence that in fact he didn’t know WTF he was talking about back then (and certainly didn’t anticipate any possibility of a “changed situation”, much less inevitability of such [[which is pretty much my view even back then]).

We were f*cking right back then, he was wrong, and nowadays the best he can say is “Why am I so confoosed?” I’d veture it’s beacuse he’s an eedjit and a hack.

Cheers,

I don’t believe you in the least.

Get… a family… and then spew your nonsense???

WTF is this supposed to mean?

Hilarious, since many of my posts are criticized by right-wingers for less than total fervor for their cause. Plus I own two homes and have a wife and teen daughter. Get a family and then spew your airhead nonsense.

“This thread, and all threads need to be cleaned of this kind of behavior.” hterrya

Yes, you’d love to cleanse all dialogue and factual commentary and nuances from your blow-dried brains. I get a lot of cowardly fecal billets doux from craven lefties whose neuro ruts are clogged with funkybs type “experts” like Perkins. All posted anonymously, as they can’t hold their own in civil discourse.

“Your blog is filled with hatred for those with whom you disagree” terryya

If your vocabulary was wide enough, I would use the word “disdain” and “polemical vigor” instead of hatred, but I doubt you would understand all those syllables.

funkybs, You aren’t smart enough to realize it, but you do have an agenda—it seems to be making a fool of yourself.

Thanks.

Comment by hterrya

Just checked out his “website”. Just petty insults and hysterical rightwing vitriol. Probably trying to boost himself into the upper echelons of “blogdom” so he can afford to move out of his mom’s basement and afford his own dresses.

CIA? War zones? Riiiight…