Watching “Inside Llewyn Davis” and finding it utterly depressing. What are y’all up to tonight?
Florida woman, still rocking a punk rock ethos in the 2020s, which is kind of sad. Betty Cracker has been a Balloon Juice writer since 2012.
Now It’s On
Speaking of TBogg luv, I thought this was a joke at first, but apparently it’s on the up-and-up. Or down-low:
Lindsey Graham challenger calls SC senator “ambiguously gay”
COLUMBIA, SC — Four of U.S. Sen. Lindsey Graham’s announced challengers in June’s Republican primary pledged support for each other Thursday if any of them end up in a runoff with the Seneca incumbent.
But a news conference announcing their alliance on the State House steps took an unexpected turn when the most minor of the candidates, Dave Feliciano of Spartanburg, took the podium and called Graham “ambiguously gay.”
Feliciano said, “It’s about time that South Carolina (says) hey, We’re tired of the ambiguously gay senator from South Carolina. We’re ready for a new leader to merge the Republican Party. We’re done with this. This is what it’s about, all of us coming together and saying, one way or the other, one of us is going to be on that ballot in November.”
If you click through to The State article, Graham’s accuser is pictured, looking perhaps a bit less butch than expected. Open thread.
Note: The image above has been Photoshopped.
It’s Always About Projection, Part the Infinity
Via valued commenter Schrodinger’s Cat, an excerpt from Juan-Amnesty McSoreLoserPants’ NYT op-ed, the topic of which is how Obambi has made America Putin’s bitch:
For Mr. Putin, vacillation invites aggression. His world is a brutish, cynical place, where power is worshiped, weakness is despised, and all rivalries are zero-sum. He sees the fall of the Soviet Union as the “greatest geopolitical catastrophe of the century.” He does not accept that Russia’s neighbors, least of all Ukraine, are independent countries. To him, they are Russia’s “near abroad” and must be brought back under Moscow’s dominion by any means necessary.
Allow me to interpret:
For Mr. McCain, diplomacy is inferior to aggression. His world is a brutish, cynical place, where power is worshiped, weakness is despised, and all rivalries are zero-sum. He sees the decline of American influence in the wake of the disastrous Bush administration as the “greatest geopolitical catastrophe of the century.” He does not accept that
America’s neighbors* any country in the world, least of all [fill in the blank], are independent countries. To him, they are America’s “near abroad” and must be brought back under Washington’s dominion by any means necessary.
And thank you, liberal NYT, for giving the cranky fuck — who never met a war he didn’t rush to mong** and who was cynical and unpatriotic enough to thrust that babbling, empty-headed, moose-shooting twit from Alaska onto the national stage — a platform from which to denounce the guy who has been trying to clean up Bush’s mess for half a decade.
*Updated for truth — H/T: Kay (not the front-pager)
**H/T: Jim, Foolish Literalist (I think)
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Fresh-Baked Thread
Fresh new thread in which to frolic. I got nothin’. Except my husband has been on staycation and is making homemade gumbo and bread, so I got that going for me. What are you up to this evening?
Sorry. So very sorry.
Please feel free to discuss my awfulness or any other topic.
Afternoon Open Thread
Contemplative boxer is contemplative:
What are you contemplating this afternoon? My thoughts go something like this: BLAAARRGHHH! Probably similar to what the dog is thinking.
Late-ish Night Open Thread
Pictured above is a short run to the Suwannee River early Saturday morning, when the air was cooler than the water. It warmed up nicely, reaching the low 70s. We had wonderful weather for my mom’s memorial, which was held outdoors and was more raucous party and jam session than funeral, which is what she would have wanted.
So now we’re in the “life goes on” phase, I guess. As I mentioned the other day, after I get my portion of Mom’s ashes in the Bustelo coffee can, I plan to scatter them in at least three places. One will be a particularly beautiful and remote spot on the Suwannee where we took a canoe trip, and that will allow her ashes to flow past the sites of her siblings’ homes on the Suwannee, which would please her, I think.
I also plan to go camping in North Carolina and release some of the ashes in Hominy Valley. Mom and I broke down there in an RV once (you can read about our zany, madcap adventure here), and while we waited for a mechanic to come fleece us, we marveled at the beauty of the spot.
The last ash scattering will be at a lovely fresh water spring that is near my childhood home town. It’s got incredibly clear, cold water that has an almost turquoise blue hue. It is frequented by manatees in the winter. Before the developers got ahold of the surrounding land, it was a wooded Eden that my parents and their goofball friends would take us kids to for a day of swimming (for the kids) and debauchery (for the adults).
I’ve let my family know I want at least some of my ashes scattered there, if enough of the state remains above water to locate that spring by the time I croak. So I’ve got that going for me.
What are y’all up to tonight?