Okay, so I’m surfin’ my favorite PUMA sites, (hmmmm hmmm hmmm, la di da di da) and I of course end up on the Confluence, (doen’t everyone, sooner or later, darling?) and there, in the comment section of a post by Dakinikat, is a reference to Dan Lacey, Painter of Pancakes. Naturally I am intrigued. It seems Mr. Lacey, who usually paints people with pancakes on their heads, has painted a portrait of a nude Barack Obama atop a unicorn. Why, you ask. I have to admit I don’t know why Mr. Lacey deviated from his norm and left the pancakes off this time.
This is not just harmless, innocent, frat-boy immaturity on display. This is highly offensive behavior, indicative of the complete lack of respect towards women we as a nation seem to be okay with. And, I’m no raging feminist. Not because I don’t think that women get a raw deal most of the time (the whole “we’re more likely to die at the hands of lovers and husbands, and get infected with HIV while in ‘monogamous‘ relationships” thing pisses me off, royally) it’s just that I’m not much of a “joiner.” That’s why I had no problem whatsoever leaving the Democratic party when they pissed me off. No Party Affiliation works fine for me. I’ve never understood why you have to adopt an “-ism” and find a bunch of other people who agree with you before you could feel comfortable having an opinion. If I think something sucks, I’ll say so, and I don’t care how many people form how many groups to “advance my position.”
That picture sucks.
Hillary Clinton is somebody’s mother, and old enough to be Favreau’s. Would the defenders of this misogynistic display be comfortable substituting a cutout of their own mother with hers in that photo?
Mrs. Clinton is also a former First Lady, a United States Senator, and Secretary of State-designate. She’s a lawyer, human rights advocate and dedicated public servant. More importantly, she’s a human being and deserves respect, especially from snot-nosed, overpaid asswipes who make their living ripping off DisneyLand Hall of Presidents animatronics speeches and using them to help create the illusion of “Great Moments With Mr. Never Accomplished Much.”
Mr. Favreau should grow up. By rights, he should do it on the ever-growing unemployment line, but, we all know he can’t be fired, to do so would render the TelePrompTer Messiah mute. CNN’s Campbell Brown should also be fired, just for being an idiot. While Brown gets that Favreau is an idiot, too, she has the nerve to take Senator Clinton to task for an equally idiotic statement made on Clinton’s behalf by an aide, Phillippe Reines, who himself deserves to be fired for his flippant, “too cutesy by half”
“Sen. Clinton is pleased to learn of Jon’s obvious interest in the State Department, and is currently reviewing his application”
remark. Clinton hasn’t said anything, and I doubt if she personally authorized that particular statement. It’s too obviously a “guy” response, in fact, it reads like a gay guy response. It tries too hard to be dispassionately PC about something for which there is no political correctness, while simultaneously being dismissive of the potential for female outrage and supportive of the bad male behavior. Not that there’s anything wrong with gay guys or the remarks they make, unless they’re stupid and being attributed to Senator Clinton, who is simply not stupid, nor a gay guy. But why should we expect hacks like Brown to investigate, or try to verify the story and risk letting the facts stop her and the rest of today’s “journalists” from making shit up and blaming people for stupid stuff as they see fit?
Like I said, I’m not much of a “joiner,” so I’m not going to ask anybody to march, or protest, or do much of anything besides ask themselves a question. Are you comfortable with what a picture of two young men pretending to force-feed a woman alcohol while they grope her private parts says about our society? And does knowing the identity of the people in the photo make matters better, or worse?
Poor, misunderstood Bill Ayers. Everybody just loves picking on him. At least, that seems to be the theme of his current “Those Mean Old Republicans and All Those Other People Who Don’t Reflexively Sniff At The Jock of The Most Worthy TelePrompTer Reader of His Frat-Boy Alter Ego’s Speeches Between Waffles, Are Picking On Me” tour.
The latest installment of the “Ayers/Obama Drama” is an autobiographical op-ed New York Times piece entitled, “The Real Bill Ayers” in which the mischaracterized “unrepentant terrorist” with his almost pathological need to be right about everything, attempts to set the record straight. He’s not “unrepentant,” and he’s not a “terrorist.” So, there.
I never killed or injured anyone. I did join the civil rights movement in the mid-1960s, and later resisted the draft and was arrested in nonviolent demonstrations. I became a full-time antiwar organizer for Students for a Democratic Society. In 1970, I co-founded the Weather Underground, an organization that was created after an accidental explosion that claimed the lives of three of our comrades in Greenwich Village. The Weather Underground went on to take responsibility for placing several small bombs in empty offices — the ones at the Pentagon and the United States Capitol were the most notorious — as an illegal and unpopular war consumed the nation.
See? He never hurt anybody. Those pesky bombs just sashayed into his friend’s apartment to a Disney-esque flute solo ala Fantasia and set themselves off just to make him look bad. And who cares if the New York Times once reported that the Weather Underground was founded before the Greenwich Village thing? So, what? It was just a Sept. 11, 2001 interview to promote his fictionalized non-fiction book, “Fugitive Days.” Who would believe anything in a story like that, huh?
Ms. Dohrn, Mr. Ayers and others eventually broke with S.D.S. to form the more radical Weathermen, and in 1969 Ms. Dohrn was arrested and charged with resisting arrest and assaulting a police officer during the Days of Rage protests against the trial of the Chicago Eight — antiwar militants accused of conspiracy to incite riots at the 1968 Democratic National Convention.
In 1970 came the town house explosion in Greenwich Village.
This Obamaunveiled PDF file, Weather Underground Timeline, clears things up a bit. According to them, the Weathermen were an offshoot of the Students for a Democratic Society founded in 1968, who changed their name to the Weather Underground in 1970 after the “Days of Rage” when they went into hiding, or “underground,” duh.
After The Leaders Of The Weathermen Went Into Hiding, They Changed Their Name To The Weather
Underground. “The police charged that one of the leaders of the ‘days of rage’ was Miss. Dohrn. After the riots in
Chicago Miss. Dohrn went underground with the rest of the leadership of the Weathermen. The name was later
changed to the Weather Underground.” (Josh Barbanel, “Bernardine Dohrn Reportedly Seen On West Side,” The New York Times, 11/27/80)
Who cares how many sources claim that the name change was just a bit of a cosmetic application designed to reflect the existing group’s new circumstances, and not the birth of a new movement? And, who really cares if the move underground was motivated by the lighthearted, yet accidental, bomb-romp that killed his girlfriend, (ooops) or, by his even more radical current wife, Bernadine Dohn’s “Days of Rage” involvement and subsequent fear of arrest? Isn’t that just “splitting Ayers?”
Okay, so I’m surfin’ my favorite PUMA sites, (hmmmm hmmm hmmm, la di da di da) and I of course end up on the Confluence, (doen’t everyone, sooner or later, darling?) and there, in the comment section of a post by Dakinikat, is a reference to Dan Lacey, Painter of Pancakes. Naturally I am intrigued. It seems Mr. Lacey, who usually paints people with pancakes on their heads, has painted a portrait of a nude Barack Obama atop a unicorn. Why, you ask. I have to admit I don’t know why Mr. Lacey deviated from his norm and left the pancakes off this time.
This is not just harmless, innocent, frat-boy immaturity on display. This is highly offensive behavior, indicative of the complete lack of respect towards women we as a nation seem to be okay with. And, I’m no raging feminist. Not because I don’t think that women get a raw deal most of the time (the whole “we’re more likely to 
Poor, misunderstood Bill Ayers. Everybody just loves picking on him. At least, that seems to be the theme of his current “Those Mean Old Republicans and All Those Other People Who Don’t Reflexively Sniff At The Jock of The Most Worthy TelePrompTer Reader of His Frat-Boy Alter Ego’s Speeches Between Waffles, Are Picking On Me” tour.
