You know, I’m not a fan of Donald Trump. Yeah, I know, you’re all shocked by this. But while I find the Hairy Hemorrhoid™ about as appealing a presidential candidate as the hobo who hangs out at the bus stop near my house and mutters incoherently to himself, there’s a part of me that’s pretty appalled at the level of discourse regarding this year’s elections. The hysterical rhetoric, the violent protests, the threats… what the hell?
I’ve generally kept my criticisms of all the candidates to the issues. Yes, I have my favorite moniker for Trump, but again, for me it’s about the issues. I don’t engage in emotionalist dumbshittery that’s not based in any kind of fact. That’s not the way I operate.
Not so with certain celebutards who are trying to claw their way out of irrelevancy. Not satisfied with the first time their career swirled the shitter after they insulted the President of the United States during what is supposed to be a fun event – a concert – the Dixie Chicks are at it again.
This was apparently on the screen during their song “Goodbye Earl.”
No, really. A song about a victim of domestic violence who, along with her best friend, finally kills her abusive husband after he “walked right through that restraining order and put her in intensive care,” had a photo of the presumptive GOP presidential nominee with childish horns drawn on it while they played said song at a concert.
This is the height of stupid. Trump may be a boor, a narcissist, a clueless demagogue who would embarrass this country on the national stage, and a complete ignorant when it comes to policy, but a violent wife abuser? Is that what the accusation is supposed to mean?
No, in a classless attempt at reviving their hasbeenery and shining the spotlight on themselves, the Dixie Chicks poked their pointy little heads out of the trash bin of life to which they had been relegated the last time they tried to make a political statement irrelevant to anything having to do with their music, and stuck their feet right back into their mouths.
They just can’t help themselves. They apparently needed the attention, and thought the quickest, most effective way to get it would be to capitalize on the blazing dumpster fire that is this year’s election season.
I think what they are going to accomplish more than anything is drive more angry voters to Trump. We, as a country, aren’t known for our calm rationality when it comes to our elections. We get angry and sometimes fling poo like angry chimps. In this case, the poo is one Donald J. Trump, and the angry chimps are the voters who are so sick and tired of celebutards and establishment hacks telling them what to do and deciding for them what this country’s political landscape will look like, that they will fling that turd all the way to the voting booth.
I’m embarrassed to admit I actually liked some of the Dixie Chicks’ earlier music. As an AFN disc jockey, I did the country music show, which broadcast Europe-wide and beyond. After I left the Army, I worked for a country music station. It grew on me. But much like with any other celebrity, I’m there for the art, not the witless political commentary.
You want a Trump presidency? This is how you get a Trump presidency! You block the roads to his rallies. You physically assault his supporters, get physically assaulted in retaliation, and draw media attention once again to the Trumpster fire. Instead of a discussion of policy, you stamp your little feet and hurl ad hominems. You irrationally compare Trump to Satan, and childishly draw horns on his photograph at a concert. You piss off an already angry electorate and send them to the polls in droves to vote for the very candidate you’re trying to demonize, because that’s how they roll.
You want to make Trump look more sympathetic? This is how you make Trump look more sympathetic!
Now, back in the bin with you bimbos!
Yesterday’s New York Times had this feature article on David Petraeus’ former piece of ass Paula Broadwell. If you don’t remember her name, no one can blame you. This is the woman who was discovered to have been giving up the poonanie to the now-former CIA Director and rock star General widely credited with turning the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan around in our favor.
Reading the wailing sob story about how poor Paula’s stellar career has come to a screeching halt, one gets the feeling the NYT is trying to drum up sympathy for the woman who has received much harsher treatment at the hands of society than a man. A buddy of mine pointed out “gender bias” as being behind Broadwell’s lack of success while Petraeus recovered and landed on his feet after having pled guilty to mishandling classified information and sentenced to two years probation and a $100,000 fine.
Nearly four years later, Mr. Petraeus is now a partner in a New York private equity firm, and has advised the White House on the war against the Islamic State. He publishes oped articles, speaks publicly and has affiliations with three universities, including Harvard.
Ms. Broadwell has struggled to find her footing. For weeks, reporters camped outside her home in Charlotte, N.C., where she was trying to restore her marriage. Friends sent over groceries and hot meals for her family — her husband, Scott, and sons, 8 and 10 — and staged interference so Ms. Broadwell could cut across her neighbors’ lawns, climbing over fences, to escape for a morning run.
She lost her military security clearance; her promotion from major to lieutenant colonel was revoked when the news broke. The F.B.I. still has her computers — including her dissertation research — and she withdrew from her Ph.D. program. She said she was told in more than one job interview that, while she was qualified, hiring her would be a public relations nightmare.
Well, what the hell did she expect, accolades? Pats on the back and “attagirls” for bagging the General?
Yes, she lost her clearance. I’m fairly sure Petraeus doesn’t have his either. That’s what happens when you take classified information home and share it with someone who has no need to know. Yes, she lost her promotion. It happens all the time to male troops who are caught in flagrante delicto. BG Jeffrey Sinclair was dropped two ranks for sticking his dick into a subordinate officer. MAJ Jim Gant admitted to an affair with a Washington Post correspondent, busted down to Captain and forced to retire, despite an illustrious career as a Green Beret.
Did little Paula expect special treatment?
At least she wasn’t charged, fined, and put on probation like Petraeus was.
But that hasn’t stopped some from implying that double standards are keeping poor Paula down.
I disagreed. Strongly.
Fact is Broadwell’s ego was being stroked like a Roman cock at an orgy, being flown to Petraeus for weeks at a time, being on the receiving end of his thoughts, and hopping around in his bed.
She bagged Petraeus. THE Petraeus. She was writing his biography. He became her mentor. That must have been quite the boost to her overachieving ego.
But fact was she was his subordinate. She didn’t have even an ounce of the star power he had, and in the end, she didn’t have the illustrious career that he had either. Sure she had the degrees, was a research associate at Harvard, was the deputy director of the counterterrorism center at Tufts, but he was the one widely credited with turning around two difficult wars, and he was the one who was the Director of the CIA. His was the household name, and she was the lackey.
No, she didn’t get the dream career she thought she so richly deserved, but arguably neither did he. Despite grumblings from some Republicans that he should be drafted to run for President, fact is he intentionally mishandled classified information, much of which was found in his house, lying around in an unsecured drawer. Kind of sounds like another candidate currently running for president, hmmmmmm? I’m sure he could have had a successful political career, but despite writing op eds and advising the White House, he’s working at an equity firm. Let’s get some perspective, eh?
Bill Clinton landed on his feet too, while Monica Lewinsky faded into obscurity, but again, it wasn’t because there was some kind of double standard discrepancy between men and women, but because Clinton was the President of the United States, and Lewinsky was a nobody – an intern kid, who was an unknown then, especially compared to the leader of the free world! Arguably, even Lewinsky landed on her feet. Media appearances, social scene invitations, commercials, talk shows and reality TV, a degree from the London School of Economics, and fashion design. I’d say she landed on her feet, although it took some time.
Plenty of rich and powerful women have affairs and land on their feet. Hell, Madonna has made an entire career out of it!
So let’s not pretend that Broadwell’s lack of success is somehow related to her plumbing. We don’t know how far she would have climbed in her career had she not hopped in the sack with Petraeus, but nothing is guaranteed in life, and the decisions we make dictate the lives we live.
So, no. I have no sympathy for Broadwell. What I find really galling is that she somehow blames the media for her plight, and has founded a non-profit combating gender bias in the language the media uses to report its stories.
With a friend, Kyleanne Hunter — a former Marine attack helicopter pilot — she has founded a nonprofit, Think Broader, focused on combating gender bias in the news media. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the sliver of bias that bothers her the most is “mistress.”
She recently presented on the topic to a roomful of editors at The Huffington Post, as well as to a team at Yahoo and the United Nations. She is working with a professor at Harvard to try to come up with a system for tracking biased language, she said — from unnecessary words (“female fighter pilot”) to journalists primarily relying on male sources to the subtle ways language can affect the way an article is framed.
She has also, quietly, reached out to female journalists she thought would be sympathetic, asking them to stop using the word “mistress”: Christiane Amanpour at CNN; Norah O’Donnell at CBS; Susan Glasser at Politico, who advised her staff to refrain from using the word.
For the record, I don’t think it’s the word “mistress” that is so unappealing. It’s the act of keeping a side piece that’s distasteful. No matter what word you use, lover, whore, etc., it doesn’t change the nature of the thing, no matter how much you pressure the media to use alternate language.
Maybe Broadwell should try and understand that, instead of trying to push the onus onto others to somehow heal her wounded character.
There’s a reason I haven’t blogged about the Ashley Madison hack. There’s a weirdly angry part of me that is gratified to see the hypocrisy of such social conservatives as Josh Duggar, who screech “family values” and work to impose their religious mores on the rest of us, while engaging in acts ranging from adultery, to kiddie diddling, to porn, revealed for the world to see. But that’s just my own sense of justice talking. I hate hypocrisy. Add to this Duggar’s sexual abuse against little girls when he was a teenager, and his family’s disgusting failure to seek justice, while oozing the cloying, “perfect family” illusion to the rest of the world, and the side of me that revels in the pain of bigots, charlatans, and phonies rejoices.
The Ashley Madison hack revealed the baser side of quite a few people. Duggar was just tip of the sewage heap. Politicians… celebrities… sports stars… quite a few of them were exposed as paying customers looking for side nookie.
Know what? None of my business. The libertarian in me says, “this is between them and their spouses.” That other me says, “how dare they invade people’s privacy in such a way?” That me says, “what people do in their bedrooms, what they do outside their marriages, and with whom they do it is not and should not be anyone’s concern.
But yeah, there’s that devilish me that says, if you’re a politician who has spent his life trying to use government force to impose your religious values on everyone else, “FUCK YOU! YOU DESERVE IT!”
So I’m torn. Recently a pastor who was outed on the Ashley Madison site as trolling for an affair committed suicide. This is awful. This is sad. This is tragic. His wife came home to find his body and then had to tell her kids that their dad took his own life. The man apparently struggled with depression and addiction in the past, and in the end he just couldn’t live with himself because of what he had done.
No, it’s not up to us to forgive him. I certainly won’t justify his actions in any way. He hurt his family. He hurt his children. He hurt his friends. But in the end, they are the only ones who can forgive him. And even though, that snide part of me is pleased that these people were exposed for the sleazy degenerates that they are, overall, I’m disgusted that their privacy was destroyed in such a slimy manner.
In the end, it’s not up to me to judge them. That’s between them and whatever deity they happen to worship. That’s between them and their families and friends.
In the end, the people on that list have to face what they did all by themselves. Their only victims are their spouses and their children. Their only victims are their consciences. That’s where they need to seek forgiveness.
Me… I’ll just continue to be disgusted with the heinous breech of trust and privacy that led to this burning car wreck in the first place.
Hollywood movie producer, overstuffed, paunchy swine and self-important douchecracker Harvey Weinstein is on a mission. He wants to destroy the NRA.
And how, you ask, will this pompous sack of droppings go about destroying an organization of millions of people who value their rights? Is he going to blow up the NRA building? Nope. Will he use his considerable resources to push for more gun control laws? Tried it. Didn’t work. So he’s going to make a movie. Yep. That’s what he told Howard Stern on his radio show today. He’s going to make a movie.
Mr. Weinstein then revealed his secret project about the gun rights group. “I shouldn’t say this, but I’ll tell it to you, Howard,” he said. “I’m going to make a movie with Meryl Streep, and we’re going to take this head-on. And they’re going to wish they weren’t alive after I’m done with them.”
The shock jock asked whether the film was going to be a documentary. Mr. Weinstein said no, that it would be a “big movie like a ‘Mr. Smith Goes to Washington.’”
The movie mogul said his vision was to scare people away from firearms. He foresees moviegoers to leave thinking, “Gun stocks — I don’t want to be involved in that stuff. It’s going to be like crash and burn.”
Hate to tell you this, Harvs, but you’re just not that important. You may be a Hollywood mogul with lots of pull in Tinseltown, but to the rest of us, you’re merely a bloated bag of ass. You, Meryl Streep and the rest of the celebutards who live in gated communities with armed guards, can replace stolen property at the drop of a hat, and are far removed from the realities of those who face armed thugs breaking into their homes, assaulting their families and stealing their property, just don’t have that much pull.
Your vapid, sniveling histrionics on the big screen will not negate the indelible fact that the Second Amendment is part of our history, heritage and values, that the right to keep and bear arms is critical to protect the right to life and property, and that this right is a vital part of a truly free society.
You have no comprehension of these values, because you’re insulated from the real world.
Stern, to his credit did indicate the hypocrisy that is Weinstein, pointing out a project in which Weinstein addresses Jews defending themselves during the Holocaust. THAT is apparently OK, but only if there’s genocide or concentration camps involved.
…the producer said he would have used a gun to stop from going to a concentration camp if he “found a gun, and if that was happening to my people.”
Remember when I said this rancid douche was far removed from reality? Apparently he thinks that when he’s being marched to a concentration camp, he will just happen upon a gun and will start shooting!
Ummm… hate to tell you this, Spanky, but that just doesn’t happen in real life!