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New York’s 31 Electors fail to cast votes for John F. Kerry

As amazingly stupid as it reveals the brilliant LLMs of new York to be, it’s true: every stinking last one of New York’s electors failed to cast their votes for the person they were pledged to vote for.

Don’t get me wrong: none of them defected to Bush, and all of them, apparently, voted for The Prancing Pony for Veep. But none of them cast their votes for John F. Kerry!!

Even I had difficulty believing it.

See the official document to which each of these vaccuum-headed loons set their signatures.

Top 20 annoying liberals

A thinking man’s “hit list”—counting down the top 20 liberal hits

John Hawkins at Right Wing News has his list of the 20 most annoying liberals in the U.S. up. A sample, from #17:

“Listening to [Jimmy] Carter’s advice about how to run the country is like listening to Bill Clinton explain how to be faithful to your wife: nobody buys it, nobody wants to hear it, but they nod along because he used to be the President and they have to show some respect no matter how annoyed they are.”

A tad snarky? Yeh, but spot on, for all that.

Oh, you want another excerpt? Well, who am I to deny you one of this life’s wholesome pleasures? Here’s a quote at the linked post from #6, Chris “Loudmouth Liberal Lemming” Matthews:

“I wish we lived in the day where you could challenge a person to a duel.”

Sure, you do, Chris. Unfortunately, even Chris Matthews knows that if he challenged someone to a duel , they’d get to pick the weapons. Hmmm, how about “Wit at 50 paces”? It wouldn’t be fair, of course. In a duel of wits, Matthews wold be totally unarmed.

Now, if it were a screaming match…

(h.t. Powerline)

“Over-educated”?

A brief comment, since no one’s asked, about my bio claim to being “over-educated”.

Think of me as a highly trained monkey, treading water as best I can in the ocean of theology, the sea of philosphy, the lake of science, the doggie bowl of popular culture and the cesspool of politics and Mass Media.

That’s quite a list of accomplishments even for a multiple personality monkey “educated” far beyond his native intelligence.

A Series of Unfortunate Events

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly: banned in Decatur*

Today, my wife, my home-from-college son and I went to a movie. A Series of Unfortunate Events. Neither by son nor I were familiar with the books the movie is based on by “Lemony Snicket” (Daniel Handler). My wife’s an elementary/jr hi librarian, though, and has read/reviewed the books. I went primarily just to go to the flick with her. Our son? Well, he’s a good guy.

🙂

I have to tell you, though, we all loved the flick. Of the movies I’ve seen i n the last year—in theaters and on video—I’d rank it easily in the top 5. Surprised me. Imagine, if you would, a kind of Gothic “Boxcar Children” (and if you don’t know who the Boxcar Children were, shame on you. Look them up and read. 🙂

First, the good. The children. As I said, I haven’t read the books, but I cannot imagine better casting of the children. (My wife agrees, and you’ll recall she has read at least some of the books). Each of them were gems, and the twins who played the youngest child, Sunny, actually had me believing the subtitles that appeared over their baby talk. The staging, direction, sets, costumes: all were wonderful. And the rest of the casting? With one small exception, among the primary and secondary players, unbelievably great. Billy Connolly and Meryl Streep were particularly delicious in their respective roles. The only exception to great casting in the primary and secondary roles was Cedric the Entertainer as the detective. Completely unmemorable.

Tertiary actors? Competent. (And a cameo by Dustin Hoffman was slightly fun.)

Oh, and casting Jude Law as Lemony Snickett narrating the tale? Not as bad as I had feared. At least he was barely seen (and then not readily recognizable), and his voice was only an occasional distraction.

The bad? Well the plot, like the Harry Potter books and movies, was utterly predictable. It just goes with the genre. Kids books, no matter how they attempt to be surprising, are almost never anything but predictable and formulaic. No matter. When you relate to the story within its own genre, the predictability disappears as a problem. An underlyinmg theme is a problem, and I might most succinctly deal with it by contrasting it with an underlying theme found in a situationally similar set of books already referred to.

The Boxcar Children series by Gertrude Chandler Warner featured a destitute family of orphaned children who set up household on their own in an abandoned boxcar. The underlying theme was one of overcoming great difficulty (similarly to “Lemony Snickett’s” Baudelaire children), but often with the (usually) anonymous help of adults who admired their “pluck” and self-sufficiency. In A Series of Unfortunate Events, without exception, all the adults are stupid, dense, fearful, incompetent or evil. Some are well-intentioned, but the well-intentioned adults are all stupid, dense, fearful or incompetent—and all of them pay not one bit of attention to the children, who are all brighter and more competent than they.

It’s this silly Rouseau-ian view of children and adults that, of course,appeals strongly to kids, but which does nothing to aid in encouraging kids (or adults!) to mature.

The really bad? On this, the third day of its release, there was only a house of 17 viewing. Counting us. Not good.

That aside, great flick.

Oh, the ugly? Jim Carrey, of course. Finally a role he seems made for: the evil, though thoroughly incompetent, Count Olaf. Carrey is type cast as a sock puppet of evil incarnate, and he carries the role as only a sock puppet of evil incarnate could. Of course, that his perfect role is as the paper cutout of an evil villain in a series of children’s books pretty much says it all about this sock puppet of an “actor”.

I could wax prolix about the title graphics, the music, etc.(all terrific), but why not just go see it yourself?

*OK, it’s the Lemony Snicket books that’ve been banned in Decatur, Georgia.

Ambivalence

Miracle in Maryville

[Yeh, strictly speaking, the story isn’t in Maryville, but the line scans better than “Miracle in Skidmore”.]

This story is all over the news. Little Victoria Jo Stinnett was “from [her] mother’s womb/Untimely ripp’d”* and will never see her mother, Bobbie Jo, because her mother was strangled to death by a monster. (A monster who, strangely, continues to draw breath… )

Joyous occasion, indeed, that she be reunited with her father.

The ambivalence? Noted above: That her kidnapper, the murderer of her mother, hasn’t already been converted to a rotting corpse, hanging from a pole and serving as target practice for every passing kid with a .22, her soul now serving a sentence of eternity in hell.

But at least Victoria Jo Stinnett lives and has a father. 1/2 of a Happy Dance… (And, of course, would have been an over-the-top Happy dance if Bobbie Jo had also siurvived. Better yet if she had been “armed and dangerous”—dangerous to Lisa M. Montgomery, the monster who ought to have died, instead of Bobbie Jo… )

Little Victoria jo will never know her mother’s arms, her mother’s voice, her mother’s love. But she will live and have her father, and in this marred, sinful world, that must be miracle enough.

*Apologies to The Bard for corrupting the famous line from Act 5, Scene 8 of The Scottish Play…

Sunday Sermon

Miss hearing good Advent sermons? Try this

Be sure and check Donald Sensing’s Sunday Sermon, tomorrow, for today’s Advent sermon. Today’s the fourth Sunday of Advent. His last three Advent sermons have been worth reading.

It’s good to find someone who both knows how to preach and has a sense of wonder about the Incarnation. I hope he posts his fifth Advent sermon (for Christmas Eve) a little early. It’d be nice to use it with family.

Offended?

We Red Staters can get offended, too

Dave Oliveria, writing in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho’s Spokesman-Review is offended by easily-offended blue staters, among other things.

Excerpt:

“…I’m offended that Dan Rather wasn’t fired as the CBS news anchor after his bald-faced attempt to smear the president with bogus documents. By “I support the troops, but I’m opposed to the war.” By hard-lefties, like cartoonist Ted Rall, who use racial terms and stereotypes to attack Condi Rice and get away with it….”

Just read it.

I love these little Christmas tree ornaments

No, I am not blogging in my pajamas.

I don’t wear any.

Strange thing. (Did I already post about this? Well, too bad if I did. I’m too lazy to go and check.) After all these years, I may have finally found the solution to the problem, Christmas Tree+ Cats=Disaster Waiting to Happen.

I found these neat little Christmas tree decorations at Dollar General. Little mechanical thingies that the cats apparently don’t like and, with the addition of a string of habanero peppers, strung like popcorn or cranberries, have served to keep them away from the tree.

Try it. I think you’ll find that these little Christmas tree decorations (for some strange reason they are called “mouse traps”) really are disliked by felines… Some assembly (and disassembly) required. (Just loosen the spring on one side and paint ’em red or green or gold or whatever.)

Easily Amused

“The Things We Do for Love…”

Ya know me, ya know I’m cheap. Yep. Way beyond frugal. Recent remodeling efforts are a good example: a large—no, LARGE—portion of the materials have come from, well, junk piles, dumpsters, etc. Amazing the amount of very good, high-quality materials people toss out just because something does not work as originally designed. Good parts. Every single one of the computers on our network at home are combinations of bits and pieces of cast-off computers (with the rare highly-discounted part bought on closeout, etc.).

So, it should come as no surprise that yesterday, thinking of animal crackers and almost simultaneously seeing an off-brand bag really cheap I picked up the off-brand bag and brought it home with me (after reluctantly paying for it. It’s not the cost of the product; it’s the sales tax that gripes me. 🙂

Well, in spite of the fact that I have very much liked other offerings from the same off-brand food packager, these turned out to be a little strange.

First, taste. Not bad, just not to my taste for animal crackers. So, I’ll eat ’em anyway. (Dunk ’em in coffee. That’s the trick.)

But the appearance… College son, home for the holidays, holding up an animal cracker:

“Dad, what’s this supposed to be?”

“Son, they’re not animal crackers; they’re animal turd crackers. Just try one.”