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Adele - Best for Last

just say it

"Words were not given to man in order to conceal his thoughts."

-- Saramago

brilliant

Transcript:

"Good evening, my fellow Americans. As we all know, this has already been a long, hard-fought campaign for the democratic presidential nomination. But tonight, with my recent victory in Indiana, and senator Obama's in North Carolina, we remain exactly where we were four months ago: hopelessly deadlocked.

Therefore, this nomination is going to be decided as it should be - by the super delegates - based not on primary results or caucuses or delegate counts or popular vote. But on their sober assessment of which candidate will be the strongest against senator McCain in November.

Tonight, I'm here to tell you why I am that candidate.

First, I am a sore loser.

If and when I am the nominee, I know, as do the super delegates, that senator Obama will work his heart out for my election. If, on the other hand, senator Obama is chosen, I will probably refuse to campaign for him. Or if I do so, it will be in a resentful, half-hearted way, thus ensuring his defeat. So that I can run again in 2012.

You see, unlike my opponent, I'm just not going to lose gracefully. It's not a criticism of senator Obama, just a fact.

Second, my supporters are racist.

If and when I am the nominee, senator Obama's african-american supporters will be disappointed, perhaps. But they will still rally to me. If, however, senator Obama is the nominee, my supporters will refuse to vote for him. Partly because I will secretly tell them not to, but mainly because they are racially biased. And would never vote for any african-american candidate. I'm not bragging. That's just the way it is.

Now, to those of you that worry if my opponent is denied the nomination that african-americans might simply stay home, I remind you: a) until senator Obama shockingly and - might I add, rudely and selfishly - won the Iowa caucuses, most african-americans supported me. B) my husband was the first black president. And c) in the days ahead, we expect to receive the endorsement of America's preeminent african-american leader, Reverend Jeremiah Wright.

Which brings me to my third and final argument. Unlike senator Obama, I have no ethical standards.

Even my critics would agree that once I get the nomination, I will stop at nothing, absolutely nothing, to win. Whereas with senator Obama, there are some things he simply will not do. Take, for example, the race card. Which he has been reluctant to play. As in anyone who doesn't vote for me is a racist. I, on the other hand, will be happy to play the gender card. And claim that anyone who doesn't vote for me is a sexist. In fact, once senator Obama is out of the picture, I look forward to playing the race card myself. As in anyone who doesn't vote for me is both a sexist and a racist.

Now, to those of you who say she'll never do that, it doesn't even make sense! I answer - if you believe that, then you don't know me.

So there you have it - sore loser, racist supporters, no ethical standards - qualities senator Obama simply cannot match. That's not an attack on my opponent, it's just the truth. When you consider that, the choice is obvious."

really sad

I'm so sad today I can't really put it into words. I hadn't cried in a long time, but I think I was probably saving up for something like this. Puppy might be permanently blind. Updates to come.

+++++++++

UPDATE: Just came back from the ophthalmologist vet and he said this might be a case of optic neuritis. We're starting medication tomorrow and we're going back for another check up on Friday, to see if there is any progress. If it is optic neuritis, he should be ok. And that means I will be alright too. Pray for us!

The Kiss

by Stephen Dunn

She pressed her lips to mind.
—a typo

How many years I must have yearned
for someone's lips against mind.
Pheromones, newly born, were floating
between us. There was hardly any air.

She kissed me again, reaching that place
that sends messages to toes and fingertips,
then all the way to something like home.
Some music was playing on its own.

Nothing like a woman who knows
to kiss the right thing at the right time,
then kisses the things she's missed.
How had I ever settled for less?

I was thinking this is intelligence,
this is the wisest tongue
since the Oracle got into a Greek's ear,
speaking sense. It's the Good,

defining itself. I was out of my mind.
She was in. we married as soon as we could.

middle age

by Pat Schneider

The child you think you don't want
is the one who will make you laugh.
She will break your heart
when she loses the sight in one eye
and tells the doctor she wants to be
an apple tree when she grows up.

It will be this child who forgives you
again and again
for believing you don't want her to be born,
for resisting the rising tide of your body,
for wishing for the red flow of her dismissal.
She will even forgive you for all the breakfasts
you failed to make exceptional.

Someday this child will sit beside you.
When you are old and too tired of war
to want to watch the evening news,
she will tell you stories
like the one about her teenaged brother,
your son, and his friends
taking her out in a canoe when she was
five years old. How they left her alone
on an island in the river
while they jumped off the railroad bridge.

This Kind of Thing Doesn't Happen Often

and When It Does You Should Pay Attention

by John Stone

i thank heaven somebody's crazy
enough to send me a daisy
--e.e. cummings

On Piedmont Road, going north,
before my car there floated forth

a soapy bubble in the traffic,
glistening and holographic.

It drifted down into my path,
this ghostly sphere from someone's bath.

I watched it bob and almost tickle
A Harley-Davidson motorcycle

then rise (as it got quite exhausted)
That's where I left it, fair and frosted.

For this unexpected act
I thank heaven (I think), in fact,

that someone went to all the trouble
to blow me a bubble.

Click HERE to see an insulting animation.

power struggle, relationships, technology

High Maintenance, a brilliant short movie by Philip Van.




[via]

i should be embarrassed, but i think this is hilarious

via YesButNoButYes

PS3, you have failed men and penises from all over the world

I just saw this over at Dear Jane, and I'm still speechless. This just might be the most disturbing, weirdest, worst miscalculated ad EVER in history of mankind. Waaaaaay worse than this.


Now, check this out: IT'S A THUMB! A SMALL, TINY THUMB! LIKE IN FINGER. BUT FOR A PENIS. What the fuck! (click on the image if you're brave enough to see it larger)



Playboy forever?? "Yea not with a thumb for a penis you're not."


Jane says it best: "Seriously what MALE would EVER buy a PS3 after seeing this ad? They only way we could emasculate men more is by showing a Lorena Bobbitt in action. Did these guys even consider their target market when they created this ad? Who thought it would be a good idea to show a man with a small thumb for a penis?"

dude

"This study hasn't been done, I wouldn't think, but it would be very interesting to know the 10 words with this linguistic versatility. Can anything be more versatile than "Dude." Hard to imagine. But what are, for instance, the top ten? I think "wow" would make this list. I find myself using it lots of ways. I am sure there is an intellectual somewhere who takes this to me a measure of our decline as a civilization, but then if you are an intellectual everything, with the possible exception of an outbreak of Mozart festivals, is precisely this. Happily, it is the anthropologists job to observe, not judge."

via This Blog Sits at the
Intersection of Anthropology and Economics, one of my favorite blogs.

uh-oh!

ah, the details...

mine ain't either

wow! via and link.

scapegoat

"Cool service or not, this thing looks like the Pontiac Aztek of e-readers." (link)


Am I the only one who can see that this poor car has had the saddest life and way too many unfair reviews? I actually wish I had one and I think it's pretty nice. SUE. ME.

ahhhhh... i miss my job...

Last year at Glen:


Yesterday, in Indy:


Charles, man! Why didn't you let her hit him???