Steven Tyler is doing commercials for Burger King. Rock & Roll just died a little.
So Andrew Breitbart is dead at 43, and it couldn’t have happened to a more deserving person. My only regret is that it didn’t happen when he was 33, or 23, or 13, or 3, or at the embryonic stage. How ironic, and what a pro-choice argument it would be, if Andrew Breitbart had been stopped in his tracks at an abortion clinic and ended his existence in an incinerator for medical waste. Truly a despicable human being. Is it insensitive to say good riddance?
Just in case you don’t remember or know who this lowlife was, he was the right-wing activist who doctored videos and made up lies to score political points (Acorn, Shirley Sherrod et al). He also outed Anthony Weiner as a closet perv, but he had that coming.
Here he is showing off the essence of what it was like to be Andrew Breitbart at a demonstration outside CPAC 2012.
So burn in hell, motherfucker!
I only read the title of this article by Michael Payne I aggregated from AlterNet.org, but sign me up already, baby. Finally someone who sees things the way I do (and it just had to be an online pinko rag!).
Occupy Valentines Day: Celebrate Love, Not Commerce
An Occupy V-Day Tumblr makes the point that it’s wonderful to celebrate love, but it shouldn’t depend on buying certain products for the perfect experience.
February 13, 2012 |
The morally vacant, inexplicably beloved Don Draper memorably said, “What you call love was invented by guys like me, to sell nylons.”
Valentine’s Day, so inextricably tied to commerce, bears this notion out well.
But this Valentine’s Day has been “occupied.” Samhita Mukhopadhyay, executive editor of Feministing, has started the Occupy V-Day Tumblr, whose mission is to show that, “Celebrating love and romance is a wonderful thing, but it shouldn’t depend on buying certain products for the perfect experience…or on your gender, sexuality, race, class status or marital status.”
“Down with couple-talism!” the site commands, and below, a photo of Rachel Maddow leaning against a kitchen counter is accompanied by the following romantic sentiment, “Hey girl, why spend money … when we could spend our time dismantling the romance industrial complex?”
The most pernicious effects of Valentine’s Day, Mukhopadhyay says, occur “through heteronormativity, which assumes male dominance, female subservience, and traditional ideas of courtship.” A big part of the Occupy V Day project is to provide examples of love that defy the straight, white romances that dominate advertising and media. Loving relationships of all kinds are shared and celebrated. One poster will celebrate Valentine’s Day with her 15-year-old cousin. Another bought two of her friends vibrators and Inga Muscio’s book Cunt to “celebrate our gorgeous female friendships and revel in the power of ourselves.”
A woman says of her sister, “I have never known a love like this before.” There’s a quote by The Rumpus’s Emily Rapp celebrating female friendships: “Friendships between women are often the deepest and most profound love stories.” An image of one “platonic girlfriend” kissing another says, “She’s Straight. I’m Queer. Who the fuck cares.” A couple holding hands on a beach say,”Our relationship isn’t perfect. But we have a happy and healthy love. So, why does it matter to you what color we are?” A woman, in bed with her partner, holds a sign that reads, “The best gifts my partner ever gave me were Forgiveness and Unconditional Support of my dreams. (Oh, and all those orgasms.)” Jill Filipovic, of the blog Feministe, bears a sign pointing out, “Love is beautiful. Compulsory heterosexuality + commercialized romance are not.”
Ultimately, the site tries to separate love from the larger cultural and economic forces that have warped and shunted the eternal feeling into a rigid, commercial, politically expedient form.
Mukhopadhyay says, “Less people are getting married than ever, traditional gender roles have shifted, women are making substantial financial gains, gay marriage legislation is passing.” The new meaning of love is, in total, “one of the biggest questions of our generations.”
Just finished sitting through the Grammys, at least as much of it as I could stomach. The whole thing disgusts me. It’s a corporate money-fest and all the “artists” are trampling over each other for a piece of the pie, including notables such as Bruce Springsteen and “Sir” Paul McCartney. Anybody who participates is by definition a sellout and anti rock & roll. And Whitney Houston was a fucking malignant cunt. Yeah, you heard me. I’m glad she’s dead!
I’ll tell you what: corporate corruption. There are exactly four players in the game of health care fuckyouover. 1. Doctors/hospitals, i.e. the actual providers of the hands-on health care. 2. Pharmaceutical companies. The corporations that manufacture the medicine that’s supposed to cure you. 3. Insurance companies, the people who pay for most of your health care (if you’re lucky enough to have insurance in the first place). 4. You, the patient.
Here’s the deal, and what makes it so fucked up. Doctors and hospitals make money (profit) when you use their services. There is a financial incentive for them to treat you as much as possible, whether you need it or not. Pharmaceutical companies make money when doctors prescribe drugs to you. There is an unhealthy relationship between doctors and pharma, and a financial incentive for both to make you take as many drugs as possible at the highest possible price for the longest period possible. Insurance companies pay for doctors and drugs. They make money by collecting premiums. There is a financial incentive for insurance companies to hike up the premiums as much as possible and deny you coverage whenever they can get away with it. The patient ends up being fucked over six ways from Sunday.
I’ve been seeing a gastroenterologist, Dr Jonathan T Simon with Gastroenterology Specialists PC, 22 Westfield Avenue in Ansonia, CT, for some stomach problems I’ve been having lately. The guy is a total douchebag who would rather do conveyor belt colonoscopies than actually listen to his patients and suggest reasonable treatments. He diagnosed me off the bat with irritable bowel syndrome and suggested I eat more fiber. When I asked him if there was a treatment, he rolled his eyes and proclaimed that there “is no silver bullet for IBS”, and that was it.
Of course we set up a follow-up appointment, and when I two months later showed no improvement from his non-treatment (go figure) he gave me a prescription for an antibiotic called Xifaxan (Rifaximin). He let me know that my insurance probably wouldn’t pay for it since it was a bit on the pricey side, and that was it. I could tell you more about Dr Simon, but for now, suffice to say that the guy is a total cocksucker and I would recommend him to my worst enemy.
At the pharmacy they let me know that my insurance actually covered the medication (!) and my co-pay was $40, which, when I tell you the retail price of Xifaxan, isn’t all that bad. Without insurance a ten-day supply of Xifaxan, sixty tablets total, would have cost me $795.99. No matter how you spin it, that’s a FUCKING INDECENT PRICE! I would expect medication in this price range to be made primarily of gold, diamonds and the hymens of angels, and to cure AIDS, Alzheimer’s, cancer AND grow me a new and better penis.
So I’m guessing you can tell that I’m pissed off at “the best healthcare system in the world”, as republicans refer to it. The free market fixes everything, except it doesn’t. If you’re happy with an industry flourishing off of people’s bad fortune, pain and misery; if you’re comfortable with the indecent inverse proportionality between executive bonus growth and the decline of your health; if you’re happy with a political system where the lobbyists write the laws and you are the least influential and important of the aforementioned four players in the health care game; if you are not offended by the hidden dictatorship of K-Street and the Koch brothers, by all means vote for the Republican candidate in November. Obama is a two-faced douche, but orders of magnitude better than anything the opposition can come up with.