This has been embedded in about a million websites over the last several days, it might as well be here too. It’s kind of stupid for the first minute, then extremely funny for about 30 seconds, then goes back and forth between annoyingly stupid and screamingly hilarious for the remaining two minutes.
All posts in category Politics
You have earned the new puppy that’s coming with us to the White House
Posted by acilius on November 14, 2008
https://losthunderlads.com/2008/11/14/you-have-earned-the-new-puppy-thats-coming-with-us-to-the-white-house/
2008 Presidential Election Results
The usual news report about the results of a presidential election will include a map that looks like this:
A familiar image, but one which does not tell us who won the election. Change the size of the states in proportion to their population, and you produce a less familiar, but more useful image:
Maps like this are called cartograms. This guy can help you make your own cartograms, if you are so inclined.
Posted by acilius on November 12, 2008
https://losthunderlads.com/2008/11/12/2008-presidential-election-results/
The American Conservative, 3 November 2008
The cover of this issue features caricatures of Senators John McCain and Barack Obama, advertising 18 short pieces by various contributors explaining how they reacted to the presence of that pair as candidates for US president. Of those 18, 4 expressed support for Obama, 3 for McCain, 2 for Constitution Party nominee Chuck Baldwin, 2 for Libertarian Party nominee Bob Barr, 1 each for non-candidates Ward Connerly and Ron Paul, and the remaining 5 backed no one.
John Schwenkler reports from the Middlebury Institute’s Third North American Secessionist Conference in Manchester, New Hampshire. Headed by old-time New Left leader Kirkpatrick Sale, the Middlebury Institute gives equal footing to far left groups like the Second Vermont Republic and far right groups like the League of the South, much to the dismay of bien-pensant liberals. Sale and company argue that “the so-called American Revolution… was a war of secession, not a revolt” and that separatism has a long history in American history, a history reaching far beyond the late unpleasantness between the states. Schwenkler quotes Emory University philosopher Donald Livingston, a scholar of the Scottish Enlightenment who has apparently turned in recent years to Aristotle’s Politics and its emphasis on the proper scale of human communities. Aristotle might have argued that the United States is simply too big to do any good. Aristotle followed Plato in his belief that there was an appropriate size for a human society, that too small a group would be doomed to perpetual poverty while too large a group would lack any real bond of community. This focus on the need for human communities to be built on a human scale has been one of the recurring themes in political theory ever since. Because Livingston has spoken harsh words against Abraham Lincoln and the centralization of power in Washington that followed the Civil War, he has occasionally been smeared as a racist.
Austin Bramwell argues that conservatives would be better off if there were no conservative political movement. One may be tempted to add that in this they are like everyone else. Bramwell’s claim is that what conservative intellectuals have to offer is something of value to independent minded individuals, but useless as a battle cry for partisans. As examples of the kind of conservative intellectuals he has in mind, Bramwell offers Joseph Schumpeter, Jane Jacobs, Tom Wolfe, Jacques Barzun, Noam Chomsky, E. O Wilson, and Steven Pinker. Bramwell classifies Schumpeter as conservative for precisely the reason so many on the right are uncomfortable with him today, his support for a “semi-feudal, mixed constitution” that would act to temper capitalism. Jacobs self-identification as a leftist does not trouble Bramwell; her focus on the need for society to be constituted on a human scale and her opposition to centralized planning put her in his camp. Chomsky, Wilson, and Pinker make the list because of the defenses each has offered for the idea that human behavior has biological bases that social planning cannot overwrite. Indeed, Bramwell turns Chomsky’s ceaseless denunciations of US foreign policy into a conservative credential by pointing out that “Chomsky describes his politics as an attack on social engineering as he perceives it.”
Howard Anglin reviews Marilynn Robinson’s novel Home, declaring that “Without artists like Robinson, without books like Home and the institutions they celebrate, our civilization cannot last long… If Marilynn Robinson is a liberal, then America needs more liberals.” Considering that the review opens by quoting Robinson’s 2004 statement that “I am myself a liberal,” this last sentence would seem rather odd in a magazine called The American Conservative. The rest of the quote (from her 2004 essay “The Tyranny of Petty Coercion” ) shows that she is about as conservative as Noam Chomsky and Kirkpatrick Sale:
I am myself a liberal. By that I mean I believe that society exists to nurture and liberate the human spirit, and that large-mindedness and openhandedness are the means by which these things are to be accomplished. I am not ideological.
Posted by acilius on November 12, 2008
https://losthunderlads.com/2008/11/12/the-american-conservative-3-november-2008/
Common drinking facilities and common decency
Sexuality in the arts posts a review of Bob Dylan and Barry Feinstein’s Hollywood Foto-Rhetoric that also serves as a response to California’s vote to ban same-sex marriage. It includes some images of drinking fountains and bars.
Posted by acilius on November 10, 2008
https://losthunderlads.com/2008/11/10/common-drinking-facilities-and-common-decency/
President-Elect Obama
It’s appropriate that Election Day should come so shortly after Halloween. As the ghosts and ghouls vanish into their occult places when day breaks, so the bogeymen and superstars of the campaign season pass out of view once the election is over. It’s back to Alaska with Sarah Palin, back to work for “Joe the Plumber,” back to the political science textbooks with the Bradley Effect, back to a museum of the 60s with the Weather Underground. Four years from now another set of entertainments will rise from some unknown quarter and haunt us for a season.
The candidates themselves do not go anywhere; they cease to exist. The winning candidate is replaced by the office holder, the losing candidates are replaced by somewhat older, somewhat sadder versions of the people they were before they ran. That’s why there’s a richer vein of literature about losing contenders for power than about winners. Try to dramatize the winner and the best you can do is hint at what Shakespearean actors call “the man inside the king.” The king is a symbol, he is power, he is majesty, he is order, and he is empty. Art and literature can focus on the king only when the symbol fails and the human being emerges. I think the Horace illustrates that process in his Ode 1.37. As long as she is a contender for power, Cleopatra is at best a monster. Defeated, she is one of us.
Here’s Cedric Whitman’s translation of that poem. Robert Frost defined poetry as “that which is lost in translation”; I’m afraid Whitman does not manage to defeat that definition. But it does show the major gestures in Horace’s original, and unlike some other versions it is possible to read Whitman’s aloud. I’ve appended Edward Wickham’s edition (from his Oxford Classical Text) of the original below.
Drink, comrades, drum the ground, now it is time
for freedom’s dance; and call on all the gods
to come, lay out their gorgeous couches,
and let them recline at the feast of Mars.
It had been crime till now to pour good wine
from the crypts of our forefathers, while ruin poised
over the Capitol, and fevered madness
was winding cerecloth round our realm-
Dreams of the queen of half-men, girt by her crew
of sickly shame, and drunk with delirious hopes
grown fat and reckless on easy fortune!
But all that glare of frenzy waned
When scarce one vessel of her fleet sailed home
unscorched by flame; her mind, long tranced and dazed
on heady Egypt’s wine, now waking
to terror’s truth, found Caesar’s oars
hard pressing on her flight from Italy,
swift hawk on downy dove, hunter on hare
in snowy fields of Thrace, and ready
to fling her into chains, a beast
of ominous wonder. But she had loftier thoughts,
to find out death; blades could not make her cheek
blanch like a girl’s, or drive her flying
with huddled sails to lurking shores.
Her courage soared; with placid face she scanned
her fallen palace, and valorously reached
her hands to rasping snakes, sucking
their venom’s blackness through her limbs.
Once death was fixed, the fiercer grew her mind:
Indeed, she scorned his cruel galleys, and men
who would have had her walk uncrowned,
no spiritless woman, in triumph’s pride.
Posted by acilius on November 5, 2008
https://losthunderlads.com/2008/11/05/president-elect-obama/
Funky President
Posted by CMStewart on November 5, 2008
https://losthunderlads.com/2008/11/05/funky-president/
Presidential Campaign 2008 Recap
Posted by CMStewart on November 3, 2008
https://losthunderlads.com/2008/11/03/presidential-campaign-2008-recap/
Nobody for President
Tuli Kupferberg of the 60’s band The Fugs presents a song called “Nobody for President.”
Posted by acilius on November 1, 2008
https://losthunderlads.com/2008/11/01/nobody-for-president/
Funny Times, November 2008
Many columns and cartoons this month ridiculing Wall Street and its enablers in Washington for the financial meltdown and the bailout that followed. The “Minister of the Treasury of the Republic of America” joke email is included.
“Curmudgeon” gives a series of quotes about gluttony, fatness, and dieting. The best is a line from P. G. Wodehouse: “She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say ‘when.'”
Keith Knight asks how the corporate media would treat Sarah Palin if she were black anda Democrat. Here’s his scenario:
Posted by acilius on November 1, 2008
https://losthunderlads.com/2008/11/01/funny-times-november-2008/
Chronicles, November 2008
Scott Richert expresses consternation that many who identify themselves as conservative Catholics support the vice presidential candidacy of Alaska Governor Sarah Palin. Aren’t Catholics supposed to embrace what Pope John Paul II called “the theology of the body,” and with it the idea that women should not be in public life? “I will offer a prayer on Election Day that Mrs. Palin’s presence on the ticket does not signal the final triumph of feminism over the traditional Christian understanding of the proper relationship between the sexes.”
Thomas Fleming reviews Peter Green’s The Hellenistic Age, endorsing it overall but showing a bit of irritation that Green uses the word “racism” to describe bigoted attitudes the ancients exhibited. Fleming claims that “racism as an ideology is a 19th century development that can only be applied by analogy to the ancient world. To describe [theancient Greeks’] natural prejudices as ‘racism’ would be like describing infant exposure as ‘pro-choice’ or homosexuality as an expression of ‘gay rights.'” Fleming has a point here, but I think he overstates it. Certainly a word like “racism” carries powerful associations, bringing in not only the theoretical structures to which Fleming refers but also centuries of history and whole worlds of trauma that are quite distant from anything the ancients would have known. Nonetheless, their attitudes can hardly be dismissed as “natural prejudices.” While the ancients may not been shaped by the ideas of Gobineau or Francis Galton, they were indeed swaddled in myths promoting the superiority of their own groups and were taught to see natural slaves when they looked at people who did not resemble themselves.
Most of the poems Chronicles runs are pretty bad, and I can’t really make much of a literary-critical case for this one. But I’m such a pushover for dogs I’ll include it anyway.
Four Firsts and a Last, by Timothy Murphy
Her first retrieve shell: a shotgun shell
Fired and ejected with no warning.
How she adored that smell,
Charcoal, sulfur, and niter in the morning.
Her first bird was a crippled morning dove.
She somersaulted down a ditch
Head over heels in love,
Buttoned her bird and bounded up to the pitch.
Her first drake dropped beyond a refuge sign.
Wriggling under the lowest wire,
She swam a perfect line
As though posting proof of her desire.
Her first loss was her superhuman ear.
Hand signalled on an unmarked run,
She could no longer hear
Whistling wingtips; even, at last, the gun.
At fourteen she was walking into walls,
Fouling the carpet, losing teeth.
Farewell to mallard calls
And decoy spreads, wild roosters on the heath.
To St Francis of Fargo fell the chore,
The barbital a gentle thrust
To launch her from our shore.
The last look in her fearless eye was trust.
Posted by acilius on November 1, 2008
https://losthunderlads.com/2008/11/01/chronicles-november-2008/



