Thursday, September 25, 2008

Where's Johnny?


Well, that little plan just backfired in spectacular fashion.

Barack Obama has not only called John McCain's bluff by refusing to agree to a postponement of tomorrow night's first presidential debate -- he says that if McCain doesn't show, he'll stage the thing as a town meeting and agree to take questions from moderator Jim Lehrer.

This basically holds the narrative tightly with both hands and lands the ball squarely in McCain's court, putting him in one hell of a bind: If McCain doesn't show, Obama stands there in front of the millions of people watching and gets to own the moment while McCain's podium remains empty, reminding everyone that McCain backed down from a fight; meanwhile, if McCain does show, it proves that he played a game of chicken and lost.

Obama basically turned the tables on McCain and created his own no-win scenario.

Regardless of what happens, tomorrow night should be interesting.

Money Makes the Girl Go Round


The economy being what it is right now, NBC is taking every opportunity to throw CNBC's money babe, Erin Burnett, on the air to provide analysis and give Wall Street brokers and investors one last fantasy to take to their graves as they auto-erotically asphyxiate themselves. This also gives me the chance to bring back this rude little entry from last January.

I realize I'm a little late to the party on this one, but it's not as if I get some kind of Bat-signal every time one of America's TV news talking-heads makes a colossal ass out of him or herself. I'd never get anything done.

Earlier this month, CNBC's Erin Burnett -- who's been dubbed, in thoroughly professional fashion, the "Street Sweetie" -- penned a column for Men's Health magazine, supposedly detailing the eight ways in which a potential suitor might impress her and, one would imagine, melt her cold, cold heart.

Unfortunately, though not unexpectedly, it reads like The Narcissistic Bitch's Guide to Gold-Digging.

I admit that Erin Burnett is positively gorgeous -- an opinion confirmed in the tawdriest of manners by Chris Matthews's inability to talk to her on-air without little hearts dancing over his head -- and if her almost impossibly over-the-top list of turn-ons is some kind of Kaufmanesque joke, she's also the coolest woman on Earth. But it's not beyond the realm of possibility that she's completely serious when she insinuates that the simple gestures she longs for all involve the use of an American Express Black Card.

Well, never one to deny the desires of a beautiful woman, I want to not only take the lovely Miss Burnett up on her challenge -- I'd like to offer my own list of the eight things she might do, in turn, to win my little-boy affections.

I've already taken the liberty of mailing my entire wallet as well as the contents of my 401k and a couple of hits of ecstasy I found buried in my medicine cabinet to Erin's Park Avenue address.

As for my requests -- they are, needless to say, made in spirit of Erin's own list.

Ladies first:

(Men's Health: Erin Burnett's "8 Ways to Impress Me")

Now, mine:

1. Life's a Beach I'm a big fan of long walks on the beach, my feet sinking into the sand as cool waves swirl around my heels. If Erin would buy me Hawaii, that'd be awesome.

2. Pleased to Meet Them Music is one of my passions. I'd truly appreciated it if Erin would get the Replacements back together, including bringing Bob Stinson back from the dead, and pay them to play in my living room -- nightly.

3. The Better to See You With I can't imagine a more wonderful evening than one that involves Erin and myself curled up on the couch, her rubbing my feet and my tired XBOX hand, watching her on television. This is why Erin should buy me a 70" plasma-screen HDTV.

4. Forever in Her Debt Since I plan to shower Erin with gifts of all shapes and sizes, buying her anything her heart desires, I can only ask that she pay off all my credit card bills and give me her own cards to use -- you know, just in case of emergency.

5. Please My Palate Too Like my scrumptious CNBC goddess, I'm a big fan of great food. It's for this reason that I'd like Erin to kill Rachael Ray and bring me her heart. Then go out and buy me something -- anything at all.

6. Family Ties I agree with Erin that there's nothing more important than family. If she really wants to impress me -- and I know she does -- she'll tattoo a giant image of my beloved Grand-dad on her stomach so that her pubic hair becomes his beard. If by some chance she's fully waxed, that's okay -- Grand-dad needed a shave anyway. I expect her to have the work done at High Voltage Tattoo in Los Angeles, pay for it, then buy me the studio and engage in a threesome with myself and Kat Von D.

7. Like a Prayer I consider myself a very spiritual person. I wake each morning with a smile on my face and a song of praise in my heart, grateful for the new day that God has given me and the bounty of treasures -- material and rarefied -- that he's bestowed upon me. I put my life in the caring hands of Jesus Christ and accept that there is no obstacle too daunting for the one true God. He will reward those who believe in him and punish those who defile his divine name. Unfortunately, he tends to take his time with the whole punishment thing, so I'd like Erin to buy me the Roman Catholic church, execute Benedict XVI and have me elected Pope under penalty of death.

8. Put Her There Nothing, and I mean nothing compares to life's simplest pleasures, to wit, a nice cup of tea just before bed. This is why there's no better way for Erin to prove her undying love -- than to let me teabag her.

Erin, if you're out there reading this, I'll be awaiting your response -- or your lawyer's anyway.

Requiem for a Nightmare


I've never been one of those people to proclaim that George W. Bush is the worst president in the history of this country. I didn't live under the presidencies of all those who came before him so I can't speak from any sort of real time experience. That said, it is true -- despite what Bush firmly believes his legacy will be -- that as time fades, the only real measure anyone in the distant future will have of this particular administration is the series of events that defined it.

I'm talking about what happened during George W. Bush's eight years in office.

Years from now, there will be no nuance or ability to debate the pros and cons with any sense of context; there will only be those historical landmarks consigned to the history books with an absolute authority.

And they are:

The attacks of 9/11, the inability to catch the man most responsible for those attacks, a preemptive war in Iraq sold to the American people through faulty intelligence and questionable misdirection, the intentional and vengeful exposure of a CIA agent and the commutation of the sentence handed down against the one person charged in the case, the expansion of "extraordinary rendition," a war in Afghanistan (right or wrong), Abu Ghraib, the weakening of America's position in the world community, the Walter Reed Army Medical Center scandal, the Constitutionally dubious nature of the Patriot Act, warrantless wiretapping, the Guantanamo Bay prison camp, the authorized waterboarding of prisoners and the debate over whether or not to torture, an incompetent and apathetic response to Hurricane Katrina that cost the lives of hundreds.

And now this, the final domino: the collapse of the American economy -- a potential second Great Depression.

All of this happened on Bush's watch.

You know something, I stand corrected -- I actually do believe that George W. Bush may very well go down in history as this country's worst president.

Listening Post



I've said it before but it bears repeating: These guys are the only band out of the surprisingly large crop trying to cultivate the neo-Romantic Goth aesthetic to get it right. Everything about their sound is dark and sensual. If you can't get laid to this stuff, give it up.

This is the music of lust.

It's She Wants Revenge, with These Things.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Politics Unusual


We're in uncharted waters here, folks.

When it comes to politics, anyone who's lived long enough has likely seen his or her share of strange bedfellows, October Surprises, clever gimmicks and underhanded, Machiavellian machinations -- but this is something new completely. This is lunatic trickery in its absolute purest form.

What the McCain campaign is attempting right now -- what this latest desperate play amounts to at the end of every other desperate play that's come before it -- is nothing short of staggering. By announcing the temporary suspension of his campaign, John McCain hopes to lure Barack Obama into a kind of trap that only the most craven and cynical of political operatives could dream up. He truly believes that he's concocted his own little Kobayashi Maru scenario whereby Obama, no matter his move, can't win: If he agrees to McCain's ludicrous suggestion that both sides call a truce until the economic bailout bill is negotiated -- which would include postponing Friday night's debate -- McCain can claim victory; if he refuses to relent and continues to campaign even as his opponent doesn't, McCain can point to it as an example of Obama putting his own interests above those of his country. McCain once again can wrap himself in the big banner of "Country First."

It's a Hail Mary pass like nothing we've seen in American politics in, well, perhaps ever.

And it won't work -- at least not the way McCain hopes.

First of all, it would be a different story if Obama weren't lurching so far ahead in the national polls right now -- tainting what might otherwise have seemed like a moment of mad genius with the stench of utter desperation. What's more daunting, though, is how ironically unsurprising this gambit is in the context of the rest of the McCain campaign. For weeks now, we've watched McCain play parlor trick after parlor trick; tell lie upon lie; go backward then forward then sideways; issue confirmation then denial and back, all in an effort to win at any cost. He pulled Sarah Palin out of his ass to grab women voters, energize the base, and capture the narrative, then hid her from the press in the presumptuous hope that no one would notice how frighteningly unqualified she is -- to say nothing of outright dumb. He called for the head of SEC chairman Chris Cox, then the very next day called him "a good man." He threw ads on the air which made claims that weren't simply dubious, they could be disproved by any 6th grader with a laptop. He drew a hardline in the sand that in essence would plunge this country into a tense standoff not just with its enemies but with an ally, all because he was unwilling to admit that he made a mistake and misunderstood the question he was being asked in the first place.

And now, most confusingly, he sounds an alarm of American Armageddon -- saying that the current economic crisis requires that he suspend his campaign, otherwise the country will face a new Great Depression by next Monday -- when just nine days ago he declared that the fundamentals of our economy are strong.

Feel free to call all of this audaciously shrewd. Feel free to say it smacks of Rovian brilliance.

It doesn't.

It doesn't prove McCain is crazy like a fox -- it proves he's just crazy.

The reality of what he's hoping to accomplish with this tactic is nothing so sublime as to even qualify as canny political opportunism. The reality is that McCain hopes that by moving this Friday's presidential debate to October 2nd, he can then push the debate scheduled for that night -- the vice presidential debate between Job Biden and Sarah Palin -- back, well, maybe indefinitely. He's calling a time out not only to give himself some breathing space while his team, which is down heavily with very little time left on the clock, figures out its next play -- he's doing it in the hope of keeping the cheerleader he drafted on a whim from ever having to get in the game.

Thankfully, Obama is calling him on this bullshit. He's insisting that America, now more than ever, needs to hear from the two people who are vying to become its next leader -- that there should be no mistaking what each candidate plans for the future of this nation if elected. Likewise, he's laying into McCain for the latter's tacit admission that when things get bad -- really bad -- the only option is to take a break. A president has to be able to deal with not simply one crisis but ten if necessary, and not back down, no matter the conditions.

What Barack Obama is saying, without actually coming out and saying it, is that debating the fate of our economy and every other issue confronting us is nothing less than a necessity -- a patriotic duty -- right now.

Come to think of it, Obama should go ahead and just say it:

He's the one putting "Country First."

Interlude

How to Dismantle a Moronic Mom