Category Archives: loco

As Tip O’Neill never said, “All politics is loco.”

Well Said

Thin Line 

The ’50s phoned (it was wearing a smart red apron with matching heels and a lacy blouse) and it wants its sexism back. — Marisa Demarco, Alibi

Thin Line

ABQJOURNAL OPINION/LETTERS: Three Boos for Reducing Hillary to ‘Cheerleader 

I WAS APPALLED to open the paper Monday morning and see Senator Hillary Clinton described as “The Cheerleader” when she was here as a prestigious leader in a major political party.
       She was here to raise money for the Democratic Party, which is a serious business for any party. She also established herself as the first serious female presidential candidate in U.S. history. Major political fundraising is high-stakes business, usually done by famous white men in the past, none of whom were described as cheerleaders except for maybe George Bush, who actually was one in college.
       Later in the article her clothing was described as if she were in a fashion show. It reminded me of how my father’s hometown, podunk newspaper regularly described women who were at tea parties in the fifties.
       The Journal ought to do better than that. The female author (doubly distressing) did not comment on any of the men’s appearances. I was not a Hillary supporter in the primary, but I think the Journal owes her and its readers a huge apology.
       ANN DUNLAP
       Albuquerque

ABQJOURNAL OPINION/LETTERS: Three Boos for Reducing Hillary to ‘Cheerleader

Distressing Quote

Garcia, 71, lives in Doña Ana, just north of Las Cruces. She thinks Obama has come off as condescending and arrogant.

“I don’t know one single Hispanic over 50 who will cast a vote for Obama,” she said, conceding that “there have always been conflicts between blacks and browns.

New Mexico : Betting on the West : The Rocky Mountain News By Katie Kerwin McCrimmon, Rocky Mountain News

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A tip of the hat to Heath Haussamen for the link. While my hat is doffed, let me smack him upside the head with it for his feckless Liberal Blogosphere nonsense.

Presumably Haussamen didn’t mean to say the entire blogosphere is majority liberal — though, that is what his word choice implies. Perhaps, he’s just a lousy writer.

A more moderate individual would note that every issue has extremists on every side — these are angry, divisive times and fighting is in our blood and zeitgeist.

However, be clear that there is a straight-line tradition from Watergate, the GOP “Southern Strategy” (Message to White People: Be afraid, be very afraid.) through Willie Horton, to Bush/Rove’s anti-McCain tactics in SC 2000, and on to Swiftboating. Are there ugly, excessive liberals? Of course. However, Lush Limbaugh, Karl Rove, Duhbya, Cheney, the Bathtub Jerk, Ralph Reid, ad maxima nauseum, have proven there is but one fundamental Conservative belief: Win at any cost. To the Radical Wrong, everything is warfare and war allows for anything (including torture and shredding the Constitution).

Liberalism just doesn’t attract the same caliber of stormtroopers and *dangerous* zealots. We dream we can win without lying, cheating, stealing or bludgeoning. (The only tactics left to Republicans in 2008, thanks to DUHbya.)

I had mistaken Haussamen for a journalist. He’s just another blogger — my cohort. peace, mjh

Dim Foley

I’m reminded by Dim Foley that “it is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt.”

Dan Foley says, “Barack Obama seems to think the only way to win this election is to destroy the very credibility our country has taken centuries to build. Barack and his merry band of far-left advisors believe that if they spend any time talking about the successes of this country, it will hurt their candidate and their chance to occupy 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.”

First of all, no one has done more to damage America’s (and the Republican Party’s and Conservatives’) credibility than George Duhbya Bush. Duhbya has nearly wrecked the nation. Secondly, it did not take centuries to establish our credibility. The world has repeatedly embraced us with optimism. We have, indeed, renewed that credibility after blunders, just as we will when Duhbya’s back to clearing brush fulltime.

Foley opines, “Now, don’t get me wrong: I believe candidates should try to win, and do everything in their power to do so. But this win-at-all-costs and destroy-everything-in-your-way strategy is a recipe for disaster.”

Of course, Foley believes in win at all cost — he’s a Republican and that’s their operating principle. As for recipes for disaster, being a Republican is one, voting Republican is another (recall the last 8 years). peace, mjh

PS: This is from Heath Haussamen on New Mexico Politics by Heath Haussamen

A weekend article in the Albuquerque Journal examines a state-government insurance contract that has paid thousands of dollars to outgoing House Minority Whip Dan Foley.

Chaves County Commissioner Harold Hobson — a Foley critic — has asked the attorney general to look into the situation in which Foley, an Allstate insurance agent, helped his company win a state contract last year that pays him a 10-percent commission on all policies sold, according to the Journal. Some 500 government employees in New Mexico have signed up for the supplemental cancer, accident and universal life-insurance policy.

Foley has been a lawmaker since 1999 but lost the June primary and will leave office on Jan. 1.

Yippee!

The Turd in Our Fishbowl

Jason Daskalos — Daskaloser — is on the front page of the Albuquerque Journal again. Ooh, I hate seeing his smug mug. (Curiously, at 11am, that article is not anywhere on the website. I’ll link if it ever turns up.)

This time, Daskaloser was stopped by a cop while weaving down the road in a black humvee. (Of course, he’s practically a caricature of the rich-as-leeches.) Drunk? Drugs? Blow-job? Daskalos admits he was driving while talking on his cell phone (oh! was it the new iPhone?!!). This is a crime in Albuquerque, though the Journal doesn’t mention that. Instead of that crime, he was written up for “failure to maintain a lane.” You might think: BFD, but Daskalos is hell-on-wheels and destined to kill someone. (Only himself, one can hope.)

This ticket should be enough to get Daskalos thrown in jail based on a judge’s ruling earlier. JD’s not worried. The cop who wrote this up dated the ticket “11/7/08.” Daskalos attorney says the wrong date invalidates the ticket. Perhaps the cop is recently from Europe or, more likely, the cop knows that same bit of law. (“Don’t worry, Mr Daskalos, here’s how were going to get you off this time.”)

Daskalos fancies himself a race car driver and a big fish in our little pond. He’s really a spoiled punk with way too much money and — is there a connection here? — many friends in high places. It must be his money, because Daskalos shouldn’t have a friend in the world; he should be shunned until he grows up and apologizes to the entire planet for his astonishing self-centeredness. peace, mjh

See also: Criminally Stupid (Sat 06/16/07) and
Idiot on Board (Sun 01/14/07)

NewMexiKen: Worth knowing

That title is true in more than one sense. NewMexiKen notes another flaw in the “Let’s drill our way out of this hole” argument. Ask a Republican to sponsor legislation requiring all domestic production to be consumed domestically and watch him or her sputter about the Sacred Free Market (half-Santa Claus, half-Old Testament god (the one you really don’t want to piss-off)).

NewMexiKen: Worth knowing

“A record 1.6 million barrels a day in U.S. refined petroleum products were exported during the first four months of this year, up 33 percent from 1.2 million barrels a day over the same period in 2007. Shipments this February topped 1.8 million barrels a day for the first time during any month, according to final numbers from the Energy Department.” (Forbes)

Put another way, we are exporting more than twice as much oil now as we could expect the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge to produce when it came online in 15-20 years.

Exporting.

More than twice as much.

NewMexiKen: Worth knowing

ANWR represents a pot o’ gold for BushCo — nothing more than that. Point that out — again and again and again — along with the fact that oil companies already have many leases they aren’t drilling (I thank god, but that’s beside the point). peace, mjh

mjh’s blog — Let’s Finish Destroying What We’ve Started Before Destroying Something New

In other words, 10,000 well permits have been stockpiled by the already cash-bloated oil and gas industry. In addition, 47.5 million acres of onshore public lands are leased by oil and gas companies. Only 13 million of those acres are actually in production. …

NATHAN NEWCOMER
New Mexico Wilderness Alliance, Albuquerque

A Quiet Night at Home

For us, the Fourth of July is like Halloween to fundamentalists: A night when evil is abroad, a time when seemingly decent people become devils. At the very least, a time when one realizes just how out of step one is with the broader culture.

My own dislike of the noisy Fourth is magnified by the terror it strikes in poor Lucky Dog. He cowers; he trembles; he slinks from spot to spot, finding no escape. I have held him shaking, his heart pounding; it is hell for him.

When I was a kid, I loved fireworks, of course. I had little interest in snakes and sparklers: I liked flying things, like helicopters and rockets or the spinners one nailed to a tree. I recall wheedling my father into buying a huge assortment of fireworks for an outlandish price. As I got a little older, I bought my own fireworks. There was an afternoon I methodically studied the effect on various objects of single firecrackers extracted from the long chains favored by the Chinese. As you would expect, the effect was delightfully destructive — and in the name of science, yet. I had no sympathy for the neighbor who called to complain and threatened to call the police. Old fart.

But I grew up. While I haven’t put away all childish things, I have turned my back on the destroyers and those who love loudness. I sit here, all the doors and windows closed, the stereo up, the swamper rattling futilely overhead as it sucks in sulfurous smoke, wishing to drown out the noise that so delights others.

A year ago, after a very long period filled with extremely loud, explosive rockets that flew directly over our house, littering our yard, I stormed out into the street and charged my neighbors in a rage, a human Roman candle. For days now, I’ve wondered what to do, where to go, how to escape. Is there anyplace people don’t go mad over pyrotechnics? Dare I take Lucky to the woods or the wilderness. What if there is a passel of patriots where we end up? (I’ve had many camping experiences ruined by gun nuts delighting in noise and destruction. And those were regular days, not even the Day of National Ejaculation.)

The way we celebrate the Fourth is the epitome of Americanism: Short-lived, loud, flashy, expensive, destructive. Underlying it all, the smug certainty that we Americans live in the Shining City Upon the Hill, the Greatest Nation on Earth and of All Time. Add in an aggressive indifference to anyone who doesn’t like the way we do things — We’re Number One, Screw You!

Still, we’re not the only nationalists and chauvinists; it’s as natural to our species as murder. Years ago, in a beautiful campground in Canada, we were awakened by booming music thumping from a stereo as some local began his drunken celebration of Canada Day at 6am. There are loud idiots everywhere. Today is one of their high holy days. peace, mjh

PS: The clearly illegal rocket racket — Operation Slackened Jaw — lasted almost until midnight. The streets and park are littered with debris.

KOB.com – Dozens cited for illegal fireworks

Fire officials show off fireworks confiscated in the past three days

In the last three days, Albuquerque police and fire marshals say they have given out more tickets for illegal fireworks than all five days of enforcement last year.

Since Tuesday, 69 tickets have been written. Additionally, they have confiscated a large amount of fireworks, some of which officials liken more to small explosives.

Fire marshals said they are planning a massive enforcement operation on the night of Independence Day to keep everything safe and legal. They say it will be no small task.

“It appears to be much busier and we anticipate with the fourth being on a Friday night, that it’s gonna be real busy,” an official said.

Firefighters say if you are lighting off your own fireworks, keep it safe and legal.

“If you’re gonna do fireworks, please just do the ones that are sold in the city and not any of the arials or anything because its fun for a while but the whole department is gonna be out tonight,” an official said.

If you are caught with illegal fireworks, you could face a $500 fine and 90 days in jail. If authorities see you launching one, it is punishable with a second ticket of $1000 and up to six months in jail.

KOB.com – Dozens cited for illegal fireworks

The Fun Stops Soon

Just over 24 hours left in the Wilson-Pearce knife fight. I’m gonna miss seeing Republicans subject each other to the treatment they normally reserve for Democrats. I’ll miss the hearty laugh I got from Pearce calling Wilson a liberal. (Snort.) I won’t miss Pearce’s arrogance in implying New Mexican “values” are solely conservative. Fuck you, Steve — I’m as New Mexican as you are. Heather’s shrewd, Rovian triangulation of “common-sense conservative” isn’t going to save her (calling him a right-winger cost her more votes), but she will be right about Pearce being unelectable. Good riddance to both of them.

I laughed as well at little Scotty Darnell’s claim that, unlike Democrats, Pearce and Wilson have had a good, clean, honorable disagreement. That kind of self-delusion — or lying — should get him a job at BushCo. Not that he’s so stupid as to take it. (I wouldn’t insult the tyke that much.)

In the fall, don’t forget Darren White’s impersonation of Claude Raines in Casablanca, pocketing Duhbya’s filthy lucre while saying he doesn’t recognize the man. (Part Peter, part Judas.) You can only distance yourself so far from someone whose pockets you have your hands in or whose arse your lips are glued to. That goes for McCain, too. peace, mjh