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Archive for April, 2009

Before we begin, I have a question for any lawyers out there:  If Michael Medved is a paid lobbyist for the Almighty, is he required to register with the Justice Department under the Foreign Agents Registration Act (FARA)?  One can argue that as America is God’s favorite country, He’s obviously based in the U.S., but then a lot of ostensibly American corporations are actually headquartered in a post office box on Grand Cayman.  Additionally — and this is a problem you run into with many multi-nationals — God is omnipresent, so even if the bulk of His grace is shed domestically, for tax purposes He may be chartered in Macao or Ur.  Anyway, Michael’s mustache is practically leaping off his face with pious rage:

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On Easter Sunday, President Obama successfully concluded his long search for a new White House dog but made no progress in his simultaneous quest for a new church for his family.

Could the contrasting status regarding the First Family’s two most publicized private decisions indicate that the President actually cares more about canine companionship than religious commitment?

Doesn’t he know that a god is a man’s best friend?

While the Obama girls welcomed Bo, the pure-bred and specially trained six-month-old Portuguese Water Dog, the Obamas attended Easter services at St. John’s Episcopal Church – the 200-year-old “Church of Presidents” across the street from the White House. Presidential staffers, however, indicated that the First Family hadn’t even come close to a final decision on a new spiritual home, after their mid-campaign repudiation of the long-time Chicago church where they worshipped with the bombastic, America-loathing pastor, Jeremiah Wright.

As a partisan chew toy, Jeremiah Wright has lost his savor, so you can understand why Medved is standing in the foyer, quivering and peeing with excitement like a miniature poodle, waiting for the Obamas to reach into that Petco bag and pull out a new Rawhide Reverend.

Amazingly, their Easter visit to St. John’s represented their first participation in Christian services since the inauguration – a period of nearly twelve weeks.

Let’s see, inaugurated in January, goes to church at Easter.  Next visit should be Christmas…Yep, seems like he’s on the same schedule as most Americans.

The White House press office noted that the President had spent several weekends at Camp David, and that the Presidential retreat contained a private chapel, so that he might have worshipped there privately with unannounced clerical visitors. In actuality, anyone who has noticed Mr. Obama’s eagerness to tout his own Christian credentials would doubt that any such service would have been conducted without publicity.

I don’t mean to inject Zen into an already roiling bouillabaisse of religion, but here’s a koan that’s always puzzled me:  If you go into a chapel (or closet) to pray, and Michael Medved doesn’t see it, does God hear you?

Actually, I think Michael is being just a trifle unfair.  It’s true that President Obama has veered sharply from a number of his predecessor’s policies, but he deserves credit for following Bush’s example in at least one area:  [from Beliefnet]

I think it’s perfectly relevant and fair to ask why a man [George W.  Bush] with such firm convictions about the power of religious congregations doesn’t belong to a congregation himself, though he may drop in on services at places like St. John’s Episcopal Church (near the White House) from time to time.

Why doesn’t he? Among the reasons I’ve been given is that the security precautions would be too onerous. This, it should be noted, is the exact same excuse Ronald Reagan proffered for not attending church at all during his time in Washington. And I’d almost buy it, if not for the fact that for several years in the late 1990s, I attended Foundry Methodist Church when the Clintons were members there and found that it took all of an extra five seconds to pass through the metal detectors and enter the church. Parishioners were not outnumbered by tourists (and, in any case, we were happy that they were in church, no matter what the reason) and the Clintons played an active role in the life of the church, with Chelsea particularly involved in the choir and youth group while she was still in town.

I’m sure that over the past eight years, Michael wrote many hectoring columns taking Bush to task for his desultory church attendance, but I don’t seem to be able to locate them at this exact moment.  Tell ya what, I’ll try to find ya some, and I’ll bring ‘em to ya.

The President even made a point of grabbing press attention for his attendance at an impromptu “White House Seder” in which he celebrated Passover with some Jewish members of his staff. The absence of rabbis or religious scholars demonstrates the relative unimportance attached to this “ecumenical” event by the Obama team; if the President had desired a more substantive learning and sharing experience for Passover, he might have included any number of luminaries, Jewish and Christian, rather than limiting the experience to White House insiders like Valerie Jarrett and David Axelrod.

You’ve never had seder till you’ve had it at James Dobson’s house.  He serves a mayonnaise chremslach that’ll make you plotz.  By the way, if Michael booked Rick Warren, but the pastor backed out at the last moment due to exhaustion, would Michael cancel his own seder?  (“We’ve got the matzoh, the maror, and the zeroah, but where’s the celebrity Christian?!  I mean, what’s the point…“)

So let’s see if I’m following the crazy logic train: Obama hasn’t joined a church after 12 weeks in office, which is worse than Bush failing to join one in eight years because unlike Obama, Bush never talked about his faith or pretended to be religious.  And it’s unlikely that Obama ever worshipped in private at Camp David because he never walked out of the chapel and issued a press release, but when he sat down for the first Presidential seder in the White House, reporters considered that somehow newsworthy enough to mention.

In any event, the President has every right to continue to take his time in finding a new church…

“And I have every right to continue chewing on his pantleg like a rabid Bichon Frise.”

…but his delay seems to contradict his self-description as a “devout Christian” in his books, speeches, and interviews (including the adoring Newsweek cover story, “The Faith of Barack Obama”). Spending the first three months of a presidency without attending church is hardly an indication of bad character, but it is a reflection (at the very least) of a lack of conventional piety.  [...]

Many religious believers have begun to turn away from politics in disgust, in part because of the suspicion that candidates of all ideological orientations manipulate religious symbols and organizations for their own benefit. In this regard, Ronald Reagan represents the rarest sort of high office-holder – a President whose private, personal faith commitment and Biblical engagement was actually far more intense and significant than the public assumed during his presidency.

So let’s review:  claiming to be a Christian yet not going to church makes you a hypocrite, unless you’re Ronald Reagan, in which case it makes you an unsung saint.  In fact, I bet John Paul II canonized the Gipper in a clandestine ceremony in one of those ornate, secret rooms in the Vatican where they keep Jesus and Mary Magdalene’s wedding frescoes.

Mad About The Boy

Posted by scott on April 13th, 2009

I’m back.  Crisis averted.  Deadline pushed a bit, but not punted, so I can finally take a guilt-free glance at the interwebs and see what porcine-positive messages the spiders are spinning today…

Ah!  I see Pastor Swank has deigned to favor us with his Bull Connor impression.  You may recall that during the late campaign, many of our old friends in the right blogosphere struggled to depict Senator Obama as a Teleprompter-addicted dullard who would comically turn white with fear at the first whiff of an Islamofascist; but they still stopped short of addressing him the way a harried traveler might query a shoeshine provider on the whereabouts of the Chattanooga Choo-choo.  The one exception to this conspiracy of restraint was Pastor Swank, a man who considers it his God-given right to use the English language in any way he sees fit — as a chamois for his golf clubs, say, or a furnace filter, cock ring, or doily — and who fervently believes that “grammar” is just another word for “tyranny.”  So it came as little surprise last fall when he began referring to Obama as “the Boy.”  What did shock me, however, was the speed with which he dropped it in the face of criticism, almost as if he were self-aware, perhaps even evolving toward sentience.   As it turns out — not so much.

Socialist ‘The Boy’ will lay low America, by Grant Swank

Mob hysteria rushed The Boy where he is today.
Liberal media worked alongside mob hysteria.

I find this reassuring.  Even though a majority of Americans are in a mob, and enraged or suicidal enough to rush the President, our hysteria is apparently friendly and cooperative and works well with others.

Now The Boy sits in the White House, surrounded by the crooks he has known during his so-called career mired in Illinois.

Okay, show of hands.  Which is worse — Mired in Illinois, or Stuck in Lodi?

What is so frightening is that the socialist Marxist Muslim B. H. Obama is the brainwashed child of Jeremiah Wright.

Wait, I thought he was the secret love child of Malcom X.  Come on, can’t we stick with that story?  Because then we can dissolve to “Twenty Years Later” and end with a big, score-settling confrontation between a grown Malia Obama and a cyborg Louis Farrakhan, climaxing in a shoot-out with lasers at the Audubon Business and Technology Center.

Though not much is said these days about Wright, he is right there in the Oval Office.

And, one presumes, in the woodpile.

He is implanted in the thought patterns of both Michelle and B. H.

Just like Spock’s katra was implanted in McCoy at the end of Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan.  So I guess the lesson here is, if you want to grow up to be President of the United States one day, never let your pastor touch your head when he’s dying of radiation poisoning.

They are just beneath the skin anti-white, anti-Jew, pro-Muslim and ready to crush any semblance of a Christian nation.

Fortunately, Swank stumbled into a church where they happen to have boxes of these special X-Ray specs that can see beneath the skin of the First Couple…

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N.B.  The pastor is all out of bubblegum, bitchez!

The Boy and wife have no regard whatsoever for the Christian heritage to this country. They play out their church membership in the most liberal denomination in the United States. But behind that act out is their allegiance to the Koran, Allah and Islam World Rule.

Why do you think Michelle Obama is always going around sleeveless in public?  It’s her only chance to flash the guns, since at home she has to wear a burka.

As The Boy has traipsed across the planet recently, he has acted out in body language and spoken word his admiration for Muslims wherever he went.

Not since Lillian Gish in the 1928 classic The Wind have we seen this kind of vivid pantomime.

He bent over backwards to befriend the very coalition out to destroy this Republic.

Having drained our nation of its economic security, The Boy will march forth under Allah’s banner. Those Muslim cells planted in America are waiting for their chance to join The Boy in usurping every office in the nation.

Oh no — Muslim stem cells are going to unite like Voltron to create a giant Lion Force Caliph who will make Barack Obama the Mayor, City Clerk, Animal Control officer and Library Services Administrator of every city in America!

The Boy is Marxist. He is Muslim. He is therefore not what we have always defined in the generic sense as “American.”

Generic humans are a little pastier, and taste more like mayonnaise.

If the hysteriacs had only known who they were pushing into the presidency, they would have never elected The Boy. Even now most of them do not see his destructive agenda. They are still blinded by his charisma.

Quick — We need more magic sunglasses!  And some wrestlers!

That in itself is so frightening for it reminds thinking citizens of every despot who ever bobbed to the political and powerful top.

And do we really want to be ruled by iron-fisted flotsam?

Now the United States is victim to “one of them.”

Oh…so that’s what McCain meant by “That One.”

Happy Easter! Get Me A Whore!

Posted by Maryc on April 12th, 2009

Patton Oswalt on dyeing Easter Eggs (NSFW):

(h/t Dr. Alice @twitter)

I’m Not Dead Yet

Posted by scott on April 8th, 2009

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I apologize for the eerie silence, relieved only by the occasional, keening burst of static this week, but I’m in the process of blowing a deadline, and that really takes more concentration than you might think.  If all goes well — or horribly, horribly wrong — so really, in either case — I should be back shortly.  In the meantime, click below the fold to enjoy the NSFW image of a nude, proofreading flapper.

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CBS Cancels “Guiding Light” After 17,000 Years

Posted by scott on April 2nd, 2009

The venerable daytime drama Guiding Light is finally going dark, ending an unprecedented run that predated television.  The program began during the Magdalanian Age as a cave painting about a shaman named Ork and the day-to-day troubles of his clan.  Around 1500 B.C. the show made of the first of its many pioneering moves to new media, when it transitioned out of caves and into frescoes.  Simultaneously, in an effort to capture a more hip, urban, city-state demographic, the storylines began to focus less on rural issues like hunting and gathering, and more on popular youth trends, like incest, and leaping over the backs of bulls.

Around 600 B.C. the producers worried the show was becoming static, and shook things up by shifting to the then nascent technology of choral dithyrambs.  The stories began to revolve around a powerful family of amphora merchants, and critics note that even in its early days, Guiding Light was known for taking on hot button social issues, such as the debate over chaste or erotic pederasty.  In the Middle Ages the producers again broke new ground by having their actors speak in the vulgate, and by not naming each and every character “Everyman,” while during the Restoration, Guiding Light was the first soap opera to cast women as the female characters.

In the 18th and 19th centuries the producers struggled to build on their earlier successes with emerging media, but efforts to broadcast the show via navy semaphore flags, and later, by telegraph, were considered little more than interesting novelties.  Attempts were made to present the program’s complex, multi-character storylines as unfunny wood engravings in Punch, and later, as blackface minstrels shows, but these failed to catch on with the public.  In 1885, the producers made a deal with inventor Thomas A. Edison to broadcast the show using a “vibrator magnet for induction transmissions,” but negotiations broke down when Edison attempted to patent the actors.  However, with the licensing of the first commercial radio stations in 1920, most critics agree that Guiding Light had finally found its medium.  In 1923, the now-familiar themes and characters began to coalesce when Louise Bunting joined the cast as matriarch Amanda Cooper Spaulding, a role she continues to play to this day, albeit from a glass sarcophagus

On June 30, 1952 the program transitioned to television, where it continued to make history.  In 1966, Guiding Light introduced the first continuing African-American characters in a soap opera; in the 1980s, formerly taboo subjects such as teen pregnancy, AIDS, and sexual harassment were tackled; and for nearly eight months in 1998, all the male characters were played by the two guys from Puppetry of the Penis.
The final episode is scheduled to air on September 18, 2009.