McCain Swings Wildly

McCain is going all in, with the release of his most recent ads which attempt to tie Obama to Bill Ayers, former member of the Weather Underground.

I am not going to bother posting the commercial here, because if you care to see it - it is easy to find.


It seems a slow witted, desparate move on the part of John, his shiny object sidekick and the RNC.

Emphasize Barack's association with a 60's radical.
An association based on involvement in a public committee.
A committe partially funded by the RNC.


I am not here defending Ayers or the actions of the Weather Underground, today. I am not even going to attempt to mitigate Obama's association with him. Nearly anybody active in education, in Chicago, could suffer from similar criticism.



It does open the door to some review of McCain's more maverick pals.

G. Gordon Liddy?
Liddy is a close friend to McCain, and also has some history of less than legal activities.

Sarah and her husband were actually active in a group seeking to separate Alaska from the Union.
I am guessing there are some pretty radical folks at those meetings, huh?
I am just pointing out that they were sitting around the "kitchen table" talking about declaring their independence from the United States.



Our current political system makes it pretty easy to draw associations between any candidate and some unsavory people or activity.

And remember, should you decide to run for some office - your past can be tied to me.
Who knows what kind of crazy shit I might have done.
You might have even been there...

Yakety Sax

Here is evidence that all of the video being loaded on to YouTube will only make the world better.

Naughty

High score with all holes filled...

There are some great pictures of vintage pinball machines over at D&R.
There is a link over in the list.

Increased Productivity?

I had some interesting clients here, at work, yesterday.

I get to deal with a pretty broad spectrum of folks, from day to day. I get to hear all sorts of things about investing, global energy, medical advances, corporate direction, blah blah blah...

People talk a lot.

Rarely do I here things that really give me pause.
Yesterday, a VP from Google was talking about youtube.

He mentioned that every minute - thirteen hours of video is uploaded to youtube.
Every minute...

That is the equivalent of 57,000 feature length movies, uploaded every month.
That is a lot of video...

flashback

Debate Value - Debatable

I haven't had any posts on the subjects of debates.

I missed the first presidential debate due to some other, more important obligations. I only watched a moment of the post-debate head flappery, as it seemed to be as scripted as debates tend to be.


I did catch the last hour of Palin and Biden "debating". I employ the quotation marks because it seemed that only one person involved was actually speaking to the questions asked, while the other would repeat the question - say something colloquial-read what was on the note card - mention the word maverick and smile broadly.

This would typically be a post in which I rant and froth with contempt.
Maybe I have paused, because I have been given pause.
The whole deal left me feeling squeamish and depressed.


Recent travels put me right in the heartland, the middle south, the fly-over states. I am pretty conscious of my insulation in the land of fruit and nuts. Political momentum here is sharply contrasted there.

And contrasted for reasons that are, well, whatever.
I don't exactly care what the reasons are, as I am fairly fucking convinced that the reasoning is self-serving and wrong.
But I am diverting myself here...


As much I loathed content and pitch of Sarah Palin's non-answers, I understand that nearly half of this nation's population is ready to support her.
There are a whopping number of Americans ready to place that vapid, cocker spaniel of a human being second in command.
The proverbial heartbeat away...


And that depresses the shit out of me.


But more debates are coming.
The varsity players take the court on Tuesday.

I predict we will gain less insight to the candidates than we would if they were forced into a episode of The Family Feud.
Which is not a bad idea, now that I think about it.

Benchrace

How about some great pics of cars, along with clever stories?

http://www.benchrace.com/



I sorta know something about some of these guys and their work.
Not really, but kinda.

Real neat-o stuff.

Instatutionalized

You know, this song goes way back in my history, in history in general now that I think about it.

I am not sure if there is a song that I identify with, in the same way...
And, I had a pretty chill upbringing - all things considered.

Yet, here it is, to this day a song that I can still relate to.

A song from my days as a youth, not quite cut from the cloth of my surroundings.


An era, where even as a kid, I could see that Reagan might be the spawn of the devil.

That people were suspect in their motives.

A time when Chuck Taylor's made their first resurgence.

A moment when teachers tried to put me in some other place. A place they lived in and understood.
Guys, in their pseudo-intellectual, ineffectual existences, like Mr. Barnett, Mr. Kline and their peers said things to me which still make me want to kick their ribs in, even if they are rolling in wheelchairs...


Note: If you get on the prettynotgood B-List, you are on it for life.


What are you saying that I'm crazy?
Just leave me alone, I'll figure things out.
No, I don't want to talk about it.



Suicidal Tendencies, Instatutionalized.

SF, old print...

This morning I just happened to walk past a print, showing the same view as the picture I shared yesterday.

SF AM

Morning, just getting to work, looks something like this...

Butter Cow Minion

I am want to believe that Michelle Allen, pictured here, is under the control of the Butter Cow.

I have mentioned in previous posts that the Butter Cow communicates with me through some milk-fat mental connection.












Could it be that my beloved Butter Cow has gone a bit rancid? Delivering mad bovine visions unto Ms. Michelle Allen?
I somehow doubt it, the Butter Cow is benevolence.


I am sure Ms. Allen's cow-costumed public unruliness and urination was part of some grander Butter Cow scheme.

As with the flapping of a butterfly's wings - these actions cause unseen reactions.

(Butterfly Effect/Butter Cow Chaos Theory deserves some consideration.)



The Butter Cow works in strange, creamy ways.