Monthly Archives: September 2008

Even the bonds of time cannot contain him!

Not only can John McCain swoop into town on his white unicorn and crack heads together to get a bailout agreement, but he’s also able to travel through time to let us know that tonight’s debate has already been won:



Give ’em hell, Marcy Kaptur!

Everyone else is linking to this, so why not me?

Finance crisis and the view from across the pond

The German government passes up the “opportunity” to participate in the plan to mitigate the clusterfuck we’ve created. Angela Merkel, the conservative chancellor, called for more regulation and transparency in the financial markets– funny how a dispassionate perspective results in a more realistic approach, as opposed to the ultimately meaningless free market dogma we’ve come to expect from our right-wingers.

Sarah Palin and George Bush: Separated at birth?

Palin to Sean Hannity: “You can’t underestimate the wisdom of the people of America.”

Ralph Stanley endorses Barack Obama

Nice that Stanley is able to see through the Culture War smokescreen, and recognize that a vote for McCain would go directly against the self-interest of working people. That the endorsement comes from someone of Stanley’s caliber is very sweet indeed.

Hurricane Ike follow-up: where was McCain??

I watched John McCain with his steely gaze and steady hand on the wheel as he conferred with Republican governors about preparations for Hurricane Gustav, and I knew then that I wanted him to be the strong, solid, consistent, reassuring father I never had… Oh wait, I did actually have that father… scrap that.

Anyway, where was McCain when Hurricane Ike threatened us with its mighty winds and torrential rain? What? Oh yeah– there wasn’t a convention to magnanimously and ostentatiously delay.

David Foster Wallace, RIP

Hanged himself. I believe the first thing I ever read of his was a folio piece in Harper’s entitled Ticket to the Fair (a sort of ethnography of the Illinois State Fair); this was later included in the brilliant collection A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again. I confess I’ve never read any of his fiction, although I’ve wanted to pick up Infinite Jest for some time now.

At the risk of sounding trite, I do believe that Foster Wallace was a unique voice in American letters; he will be missed.