Showing posts with label teabaggers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teabaggers. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Sometimes it feels good to know my people were all over in Europe when this happened, eating potatoes and making pierogis.


On Sunday it was rainy and cold, as Spring Sundays in Ohio are more likely than not to be. I drove out to Avon Lake, and stopped at a park near the power plant, the one that everyone says is giving them cancer and probably is. It was dismal, I was feeling nettled by the constant drizzles, I wanted to be drunk and unawares but instead I was staring at things through a camera, which has the opposite effect, makes you more aware really of the things going around you. When you are uneasy about things in your life, you are teetering on an edge. To drive away the uneasiness, you can fall to one side or the other. Become more immersed in yourself, or be swallowed by the rest of the world. It's avoidance either way. But I chose to fall into the world instead of out, and that's how I saw the surfers above. Who are definitely falling in not out. Ohio is a beautiful state of mind.

The other night I watched the first part of that History Channel Patriotism Extravaganza, The History of US. The first part is of course the Colonies and the Revolutionary War. Now, being thirty years old and fairly educated more so than the average bear, I have been taught various sundries about this revolution we speak of so reverently. I do not regret the formation of the country I live in. I feel a glow in my heart that roughly translates to "yay for us for owning all this awesome pretty stuff, resources and land and bald eagles and whatnot." I don't subscribe to this belief that nobody can really own the land. It's not true. Whoever can keep the land away from other people owns it. I think we ought to be more mindful, sure. We ought to take better care of the pretty things we got. But it's ours, right? We're not giving it back, however nastily we got it. Every country, every demarcation of property on this planet was obtained with bloody devious devices. This is the way history works. My ancestors, not mine personally of course but US, OURS, got themselves a lion's share, and now I can travel between oceans without a passport which is kind of awesome, considering how annoying that whole getting a passport thing is.

Nonetheless, I also believe in not killing local populations, not discriminating against people, and helping people in need and wussy stuff like that. So it's hard to be patriotic when looking at the formation of America. But the Revolution right!? That brief and shining moment when we cast off the shackles of fucking douche superpower England, who nobody likes anyway, and we are free! Well, at least the white people are free. The white men. But it's the beginning of the march towards freedom for all! Of this particular moment, all Americans can be proud, without guilt or regret.



Except.

Except well so I'm watching this show, and I already knew the Revolution was staged by these wealthy guys, but it hurts to have it spelled out so. Cause they didn't like taxes right, since they were rich guys who had come over here solely to make money, so they didn't want anyone else to have it. Then England REVOKED all the taxes, except on tea, and we were still like Fuck You Not good Enough, and then there was the Boston Tea Party which was probably spearheaded by whichever one of those white guys grew tea. The rich white guys used all sorts of propaganda to convince the poor people that this wasn't about their money, it was about YOUR FREEDOM and your FAMILY'S FREEDOM, and the TYRANNY of England. Some young guys got all up in arms, and protested, and some got shot by the police/redcoats. Then everyone starting forming militias, because if England was going to tax your hot beverages, it was obvious they were going to take your farms too, logical that. And the British were not very diplomatic, and tried to take the guns from the people who wanted to shoot them, and we went to "war". Which was less of a war for a while, and more like "terrorists hiding in trees and shooting passing redcoats" or "really angry farmers standing in front of the redcoats shooting at them and being killed really quickly". But what were they really angry about? The money of rich people.

Of course, this was portrayed on the show as being very patriotic, though patriotic to who is questionable, since there was no USA yet and it certainly wasn't very patriotic to England. What made me incredibly uncomfortable was the fact that these revolutionary heroes were in fact acting exactly like the present day teabaggers. The Tea Party is doing an incredible job of staying true to their colonial forefathers' goals, which boil down to "leave me and my money alone". I mean, good for them. They are exactly the sort of people who started the Revolution. And I completely disagree with them. Which means I completely disagree with the reasons for the American Revolution. If I was alive back then, I would be a Loyalist, no doubts. Cause I think it's stupid for rich people to lead poor people into a slaughterhouse over money.

I mean, so we killed all the Indians too, and this is how we got all this land. I enjoy having all this land. But if given the choice again, I would never say "this is an acceptable way to achieve this." Something in history is done and done, and now we reap the awards of it, it turned out well for our particular bloodlines. But it doesn't make it right that we did it in the first place. And it doesn't mean we do it again. We're supposed to be better people, modern men. This isn't some backwoods colony anymore. This is a crazy complicated system of states and funding and utilities. You can't pretend that the same strategy is going to work again. Don't want to give us your money anymore? Then move. You've certainly told my kind that enough times. You are a not a rich Virginia landowner with slaves you can send off to fight people. It is no longer okay to make your own rules because you have guns. We are supposed to evolve, we are supposed to change, which is why we are also supposed to encourage immigrants remember?

This wasn't supposed to turn into that last paragraph, but there it is. The other thing that made me so uncomfortable was that the whole damn series is sponsored by Bank of America, and before commercial breaks they would have this "infomercial like thing", the history of Bank of America as applied to the American government. Like, Bank of America was the first bank ever. And Bank of America helped build the White House. And without Bank of America, there would no America. In between these snippets were other ads, for other companies that had received bailouts. Like GM, whose ad started with "We've paid back the whole bailout in full already, early, so please buy our cars again." History of US is like the thank you card from these companies, I guess. I would have preferred better health care reform personally. Or better public transportation.

So I understand why people in Cleveland would brave the freezing cold April lake, in wetsuits, to surf in the wake of power plants. You need to cleanse your mind of the detritus of history. Your history, our history, their history. It all needs to fall away into something, like waves, or asphalt, or optimism. Slate gray waves equals clean slate.


Or we are all just crazy lake people who shouldn't be surfing near power plants.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

I Don't Need To Tell You My Mood. Just Guess. Here Are Some Clues.

So the following conversation was had by me today on Gawker.

All I'm saying is that if some sort of "revolution" comes, and you tea party people think you're going to be offing a bunch of liberals without guns, think again. Just because we're liberal doesn't mean we're not prepared. After all, we live in sinful Sodom cities right? We were practically raised in the Apocalypse. Also, we're smarter than you.

@SharpShinyClaws: I'd venture the numbers of gun toting liberals is minuscule compared to gun toting republicans.

@brianesser76: That's because our hunter/pot dealing boyfriends don't let people play with them at parties or take them out in public.

@SharpShinyClaws: You know who was a liberal? Einstein. What did he do? He came up with the idea for THE ATOMIC BOMB. That's right, teabaggers. BRING IT.




I made this dinner last weekend when I had to make something, which is how this happens. Skinless chicken breast dredged in egg/flour/cornstarch/five spice, then deep fried and sauced with this glazey stuff that was half honey, half siricha, splash of soy sauce and fish sauce. Potent. Snap peas sauteed really briefly in garlic, butter, and soy, so they are still snap crackle poppy. Look what pretty colors! Proving once again that fish sauce makes everything good.

Then I made apple crumble in my toaster oven, with pecans mixed into the crumble and a premade shortbread crust that was sitting around and saved me from having another dish to do. So it was more of an apple crumble pie. Less sweet, more apple buttery. I've been eating it all week. Look, it has a halo. And thus I avoided 5 apples going bad. I am a good shopper. Sort of.


The Boy has figured out the perfect way to keep me around. Get me addicted to The Wire, then only feed me a few episodes every other week. It's ingenious. I will never be able to break up with his Netflix account, or at least not for a really long time. How many seasons are there? I'm on like, episode 5. Seriously.

Speaking of tv, Time Warner did some hoodoo shit to their system, and now all my scheduled DVRs are erased, and I don't have half the channels under 23, which by the way includes the channels ANTM and Lost are on. So that's two episodes of ANTM to catch up on, and one apparently really riveting episode of Lost, and I hate you Time Warner. They tell me I have to switch my box, but they don't really have a fucking clue, and if I miss either of these shows next week, I'm just cancelling my cable cause fuck, I find I don't care that much. Cable, your hold on my loyalty is more tenuous than you think. There's a lot of unrequited "smart people don't watch cable" guilt wafting around my head. You'd better tread lightly.

Also, my brother showed me the Cutest Thing Ever, Cuter Than Squirrels

Just in case you get the wrong impression, here's my dinner from last night.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Please hire me to name your group

Teabaggers - people who hate taxes

Birthers - people who believe Obama was born in Kenya

Flamers - people who burn crosses

Mooseheads - Palin supporters

Second Lifers - christians

Lifesavers - anti-abortion protesters

Schmears - supporters of NRA president Ron Schmeits

Cherrypickers - supporters of abstinence only education

Bradys - people who believe in hetero marriage only

COBRA - Cheney's secret death squads

The Black Hundreds - Fox News fans

Dead Fish Society - Glenn Beck fans

The Beekeepers - people against cross-pollination

Thursday, April 16, 2009

America's Next Top Model Cycle 12 Recap: The Taxman Only Knocks Once

Alright, I have sat here for like fifteen minutes trying to figure out a way to write about ANTM as related to Tax Day. But I'll be honest. I totally forgot about April 15th, until my Twitter was overtwitten with the mention of Teabaggers. So thank you Teabaggers. Because of you, I paid my socialist dues on time.



The Urban Dictionary defines Teabagger for you, several times. The most comprehensive is this:

teabagger
multiple meanings. 1) one who carries large bags of packaged tea for shipment. 2) a man that squats on top of a womens face and lowers his genitals into her mouth during sex, known as "teabagging" 3) one who has a job or talent that is low in social status 4) a person who is unaware that they have said or done something foolish, childlike, noobish, lame, or inconvenient. 5) also see "fagbag", "lamer", "noob"


I do look askance at "fagbag", I'm not entirely sure what that means.

Now that that's clear, let's talk Model.

Allison starts the episode by lamenting her lack of distortion, much like Glenn Beck should be lamenting his inability to use the word patriot without crying, or his inability to do a wheelie. Celia recommends she think about sex. And we're off. Or Celia is anyway.

I think the subtle differences in this cycle of ANTM are important to note, because of what they denote for the future. 1. All those billboards of Tyra are crazy retouched. Like, uncomfortably so. 2. All the pictures in the opening credits are of Tyra acting like she's a photographer, instead of the contestants. 3. Tyra delivers her mail in a locked silver box. Every time they open it, I keep hoping it's going to be a severed hand or something.

London turns out to be actually crazy, like crazy enough to use Teabagger as the name for your totally spontaneous organic fungi-like grassroots organization sponsored by Fox News. Yes, that's right, I called her crazy for believing in god. Cause let me tell you, if you tell me god is the reason you're on ANTM, wearing shorts and selling headbands, I think you should probably not be allowed to have children. I think you belong on a street corner.

Jay Manuel gets all #3 bitter, like "yo motherfuckers APPRECIATE me" and makes the girls be Creative Directors for a day. Natalie promptly makes a black girl look like a hooker.

Allison proves to everyone she should probably have a job that requires a bit more brain power. Teyonna proves she has probably just enough.

London makes Allison look like London, hoping Jay will mistake her for the real thing and pull Allison aside instead to tell her she's too fat to be a model.

Aminat gets all #4. See above.

Then the girls go to bed, and when they wake up, Jay Manuel is still getting bitter and showing up at their house at 5:30am with coffee only for himself. Ciara gets released from her special cave inside Jay Z's headquarters, and Pho (she of the Clay=genius fame) is once again all "She's an icon!" leading me to wonder if Pho has 2 dads. Oh, the girls are going to pose with Ciara, a singer, but wait they're going to pose for a photograph. Where no one can hear her when she opens her mouth. Smart boy, Jay.

One by one the models are fed to Ciara intravenously. One by one they assimilated. I'm sorry, am I not being clear? London looks like a Borg.

During a commercial break we learn that ex-ANTM girl Bree is now a spokesperson for something called Drop Dead Gorgeous, also known as "The worst name for an anti-child sex trafficking organization ever."

Finally it's panel. Miss Jay teabags Pauline. Tyra teabags Nigel. London complains that God is testing her, and then it's announced they're all being sold into slavery in Brazil, except for London who is pregnant by immaculate conception.

And then God, in celebration, made it rain on all the strange people covered in teabags, and NRA meetings smelled like Earl Grey for the next month.