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This is awesome:

Short, simple, to the point from the AP: “Democrat Travis Childers wins special election for Mississippi’s 1st Congressional District.”


  1. I don’t want to go so far as to say that this is the end of the Republican Party, because it’s not. But this is as bad news as the GOP could possibly get at this point. They lost a district that leans 6 points more Republican than the nation as a whole in Illinois in March. They lost a district that leans 7 points more Republican than the nation as a whole earlier this month in Louisiana. Now they lost a district that leans 10 points more Republican than the nation as a whole in Mississippi. If they can’t win in Mississippi’s first congressional district, where can they win?
  2. The Republicans tried to make this election about two people: Barack Obama and Reverend Jeremiah Wright. And despite running this type of campaign, they lost. While it is true that Childers distanced himself from his party (and implicitly from Obama), the fact is that the Obama/Wright smears simply DID NOT WORK. The Republicans are going to have to get a new game plan, and the establishment media are going to have to get a new meme. Sorry folks.

This is very, very bad for can only be good for Republicans.

50-State Strategy, bitches!!!

May 13th, 2008 at 11:11pm Posted by Eli

Entry Filed under: Democrats,Elections,Politics,Uncategorized

Co-Wanker Of The Day, Part II

Ah, memories…

Our Selfless Leader:

For the first time, Bush revealed a personal way in which he has tried to acknowledge the sacrifice of soldiers and their families.

“I don’t want some mom whose son may have recently died to see the commander in chief playing golf,” he said. “I feel I owe it to the families to be in solidarity as best as I can with them. And I think playing golf during a war just sends the wrong signal.”

Bush said he made that decision after the August 2003 bombing of the United Nations headquarters in Baghdad, which killed Sergio Vieira de Mello, the top U.N. official in Iraq and the organization’s high commissioner for human rights.

“I remember when de Mello, who was at the U.N., got killed in Baghdad as a result of these murderers taking this good man’s life,” he said. “I was playing golf — I think I was in central Texas — and they pulled me off the golf course and I said, ‘It’s just not worth it anymore to do.’”

It is so touching to see how Dubya appreciates the importance of sacrifice like that.

May 13th, 2008 at 09:20pm Posted by Eli

Entry Filed under: Bush,Iraq,Wankers,War

Co-Wanker Of The Day, Part I

Mike Norman:

Marietta tavern owner Mike Norman says the T-shirts he’s peddling, featuring cartoon chimp Curious George peeling a banana, with “Obama in ’08” scrolled underneath, are “cute.” But to a coalition of critics, the shirts are an insulting exploitation of racial stereotypes from generations past.


Just down the street from Marietta’s famous Big Chicken, Mulligan’s has carved a provocative niche in an increasingly multicultural area, thanks to its owner’s ultra-conservative political views. If you live in Marietta, it’s impossible not to know what’s on Norman’s mind, as he posts his views on signs in front of Mulligan’s.

Among his recent musings: “I wish Hillary had married OJ,” “No habla espanol — and never will” and the standard “I.N.S. Agents eat free.”

“I’m saying out loud what everyone in this town whispers,” Norman said in an interview before Tuesday’s protest.

Whatever residents think of the signs, organized opposition to his blunt commentaries — ongoing for 16 years — had been nonexistent. No longer, says Pellegrino, who, though familiar with Norman’s politics, said he was still surprised by the stark imagery of the Obama T-shirts.

“There’s a lot of people hurt by this,” he said.

Norman said those offended are “hunting for a reason to be mad” and insisted he is “not a racist.”

Norman said he sees nothing wrong with depicting Obama as Curious George. “Look at him . . . the hairline, the ears, he looks just like Curious George,” Norman said. He said he did not design the shirts himself but bought them through a Web site.

He said he views it as just coincidence that the character on the T-shirt is a monkey. Norman also said proceeds raised from sales will be donated to the Muscular Dystrophy Association.

Oh yeah, that totally looks like Obama, nothing racist about that at all, nope.  Plus the proceeds are going to fight muscular dystrophy, which makes Norman a total humanitarian, and the protesters hateful, horrible people who want everyone with muscular dystrophy to just die.

(h/t Blue Texan)

May 13th, 2008 at 08:50pm Posted by Eli

Entry Filed under: Obama,Racism,Republicans,Wankers

Pointless Distinction Of The Day

Ben Chandler:

As he introduced Democratic presidential candidate Barack Obama on Monday night in Louisville, U.S. Rep. Ben Chandler of Versailles jabbed at likely GOP nominee John McCain, even giving him a nickname.

Chandler, addressing the crowd of about 8,000 Obama supporters, called McCain what at first sounded like “John insane.”

Chandler, however, said Tuesday that he was referring to McCain as “John McSame” to make his point that McCain would be a continuation of President Bush’s policies. He said he would never call someone “insane” in such a setting.

Dude, you just did.

(h/t dakine)

May 13th, 2008 at 07:18pm Posted by Eli

Entry Filed under: Uncategorized

Equal Time For Peter O’Toole

Well, since I already did a post on Richard Burton’s rugby reminiscences, I think it’s only fair that Peter O’Toole should get a post as well.  (Hey, if the LAT can write about the candidates’ handwriting, I can write about Peter O’Toole reattaching his own finger.) I was perhaps most surprised to realized that he was 75 – every time I’ve seen him in the past few years, I thought he was much older.  Maybe it was all that drinking.

This was a man who travelled the world yet never wore a watch or carried a wallet. Nor, on leaving his house, did he ever take his keys with him.

“I just hope some bastard’s in,” he’d say.

More than once, when someone was not in, O’Toole found himself having to explain to the police why he was breaking into his own property.


The neighbourhood where O’Toole grew up was rough, and three of his playmates were later hanged for murder. “I’m not from the working class,” O’Toole liked to say. “I’m from the criminal class.”

Although it was his mother, Connie, who instilled in O’Toole a strong sense of literature, by far the biggest influence in his young life was his father, Patrick, a bookie who was often drunk.

One day, Patrick stood his young son up on the mantelpiece and said: “Jump, boy. I’ll catch you. Trust me.”

When O’Toole jumped, his father withdrew his arms, leaving the boy splattered on the hard stone floor. The lesson, said his father, was “never trust any bastard”.


In 1959, O’Toole was cast as a Cockney sergeant in the play The Long And The Short And The Tall at the Royal Court Theatre.

His understudy was a young Michael Caine, and one Saturday night after the show O’Toole invited him to a restaurant he knew.

Eating a plate of egg and chips was the last thing Caine remembered, until he woke up in broad daylight in a strange flat.

“What time is it?” he inquired. “Never mind what time it is,” said O’Toole. “What f***ing day is it?”

It turned out that it was five o’clock in the afternoon two days later. Curtain-up was at eight.

Back at the theatre, the stage manager was waiting for them with the news that the restaurant owner had been in and banned them from his establishment for life.

Caine was about to ask what they’d done when O’Toole whispered: “Never ask what you did. It’s better not to know.”

Most evenings after the show, O’Toole would enjoy a long walk around Covent Garden. Sometimes if he was in the mood, he’d scale the wall of Lloyds bank.

The first time he took his future wife, the actress Sian Phillips, on one of these nocturnal jaunts, she was startled when he began his ascent of the north face of the building.

But after a few nights she came to accept that, by O’Toole’s standards anyway, it was quite normal.


At one after-show party O’Toole held court on stage sitting on a throne, sustained by two pedal bins on either side of him, one full of beer, the other containing hard liquor into which he would alternately scoop two pint mugs.


Lawrence Of Arabia occupied O’Toole for two years, filming in seven different countries.

By the end of it, he’d lost 2st, received third-degree burns, sprained both ankles, torn ligaments in both his hip and thigh, dislocated his spine, broken his thumb, sprained his neck and been concussed twice.

But his extraordinary performance made him a star. Lawrence Of Arabia was a world-wide smash when it opened in 1962 and was hailed as one of cinema’s true masterpieces.

“I woke up one morning to find I was famous,” he said. “I bought a white Rolls-Royce and drove down Sunset Boulevard, wearing dark specs and a white suit, waving like the Queen Mum.

“Nobody took any f***ing notice, but I thoroughly enjoyed it.”


The filming of the 1968 historical drama The Lion In Winter, in which O’Toole starred with Katharine Hepburn, was notable for a series of bizarre incidents.

Shooting a scene on a lake one day, O’Toole trapped his finger between two boats. “Bloody agony it was,” he said. “Took the top right off.”

O’Toole carried the tip of his finger back to shore, dipped it into a glass of brandy to sterilise it and then pushed it back on, wrapping it in a poultice.

Three weeks later he unwrapped it and there it was, all crooked and bent.

“I’d put it back the wrong way, probably because of the brandy, which I drank,” explained O’Toole.

Another time, he awoke at 4am to discover that his bed was on fire.

“At first I tried to put the thing out myself, but I couldn’t read the small print on the fire extinguisher,” he said.

“By the time the first fireman arrived, I was so glad to see him I kissed him.”

O’Toole didn’t have much luck with fires. During a cottage holiday in Wales with Sian, he had decided to cook, although she had never seen him do so before.

“I can make the best French toast,” he told her. Minutes later the stove exploded into flames.

They tried to extinguish the fire, but it was impossible, and they were driven out into the garden, where they watched in the rain as the kitchen burnt down.

Awesome.  If even half this stuff is true, he’s a complete madman.

May 13th, 2008 at 11:37am Posted by Eli

Entry Filed under: Coolness,Movies,Weirdness

Great Moments In Campaign Journalism

This… is a joke, right?

Now that the presidential contest is looking ever more like a two-man race, the country can’t help but marvel: John McCain, once a longshot, wouldn’t lie down. Barack Obama, the new kid, charmed voters. And Hillary Rodham Clinton, an early favorite, has yet to surrender.

But Arlyn J. Imberman would say clues to the nomination fight were in plain sight, every time a candidate wrote a thank-you note, inscribed a memoir or autographed a pair of boxing gloves.

“Obama is very much his writing — fluid, graceful. McCain’s is angular and intense; he’s a pit bull. And look at the perfectionism in Hillary’s — straight up, precise. She is persistent and is not going to give up until she absolutely has to,” said Imberman, a court-certified graphologist based in New York.

Presidential signatures are trademarks that grace everything from historic documents to the souvenir M&M’s boxes handed out on Air Force One. And history suggests penmanship can reflect personality.

Abraham Lincoln set 3 million slaves free with a signature that was as modest and unadorned as he was. Ronald Reagan — the “great communicator” — penned rounded letters that radiated warmth. Jimmy Carter etched an autograph that was aloof and cerebral. And Richard Nixon, who entered the White House with a big, bold R and N, left in deflated disgrace, his signature collapsing as well.

Democratic presidential candidate Gary Hart’s 1984 campaign suffered when it was revealed that he had changed his signature several times over the years. “Who is Gary Hart?” his rivals demanded.

“Our handwriting is uniquely ours; an imprint as singular as a fingerprint,” Imberman asserted in a book she recently co-wrote, “Signature for Success” (in which, by the way, she concluded that Bill and Hillary Clinton have a gender role reversal going).


Despite vast policy differences, McCain and Obama have something in common signature-wise — illegibility, which suggests a need for privacy or an aversion to transparency.

In McCain’s case, that desire can be seen further in his H, which is not a loop, but an upward stroke overlapped by a downward one. “There is a lot about John McCain he doesn’t wish to share openly,” said Roger Rubin, a New York graphologist with three decades of experience.

“When you cover a stroke, it means you are hiding something,” Rubin said.

Both men’s signatures also reflect a desire to distance themselves from their fathers, the experts said.

The LA Times couldn’t find anything else to write about?  Really?

(h/t Elliott)

3 comments May 13th, 2008 at 07:15am Posted by Eli

Entry Filed under: Elections,Media

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