"When My Boy Walks Down the Street" - The Magnetic Fields
Butterflies turn into people when my boy walks down the street
Maybe he should be illegal he just makes life too complete...
Amazing he's a whole new form of life
Blue eyes blazing and he's going to be my wife
(We'll dedicate this one to Judge Walker, whose legal mind is obviously under the sway of the gay.)
- We'd care more if she was a virgin: I was in the gym at the hotel and they have those little TV screens in the various cardio machines and mine was showing an insipid story about the insipid royal wedding and all I could think was "who gives a shit?" And evidently, in one of the few heartening surveys of American public opinion I've seen recently, the answer is no one. Amanda, too, delights in this finding, but naturally misses the true cause of our indifference, which is that Prince Willie's willie has already claimed Kate Middleton's virginity and thereby ruined the fairy tale wedding aspect of this affair, which, as we all know, has traditionally ended with the Prince holding a bloody sheet from the balcony at Buckingham Palace to the delight of a roaring crowd. (As one wag at of Eroso's den of iniquity noted, said sheet also traditionally emblazoned with the words "your ad here." In Latin though methinks.) (Seriously, check out the NRO link about the dismay that Kate is not a virgin -- these are not normal people.) Lawrence O'Donnell, on the other hand, is unamused and seems ready to go personally strangle Willie for the potato famine and partition -- later in the clip, I believe Jerry Seinfeld manifests a healthier scorn for the whole affair.
- And speaking of right wingers who are not normal people, Newt Gingrich's rant about the atheistic secular attack on time strikes me as one of the weirder political tangents of recent times. Is this really an issue that is captivating the American public? (Then again it may poll slightly higher than the royal wedding.) Although it has occurred to me that as I sit here drinking coffee and typing in my hotel bed that people in my office back in DC are getting ready for lunch. What's with that? And my computer shows the time at 11:51 AM while my cell phone say 8:51. I will have to investigate once I've finished answering the question "fucking magnets how do they work?" ("I don't want to talk to a scientist, y'all motherfuckers lyin' and getting me pissed." - That could actually be the new GOP slogan.)
- To follow up on Stephen's post below, watching Obama give his press statement regarding the release of his long form birth certificate (whose kerning I am sure will be found to be suspect), I was struck by his almost palpable contempt for the press corps. I can't imagine what these kinds of interactions are going to look like in the eighth year of his presidency -- I have visions of him just calling the reporters dumbasses and laughing at them. Oops, already the insanity is being heard -- Orly Taitz is upset that the birth certificate describes Obama's race as "African" rather than Negro. I bet she would have been happy with "colored" too.
So what's happening out there in the many strange time zones created by atheists?
