Demons Out!
This might be the funniest thing I've seen in months - intended for immature audiences only:
http://gorillamask.net/fartingpreacher.shtml
Amen.
I am a college senior at George Washington University studying English and political science. In this space you'll find occasionally thoughtful and rarely witty musings on current affairs, political goings-on, and the glories and peculiarities of American culture, in the service of individual liberty, reason, limited government, and the perpetual war of ideas.
This might be the funniest thing I've seen in months - intended for immature audiences only:
After watching the Scorsese/Dylan "collaboration" on PBS last night, I have to agree with Devin McKinney's assessment. The film is more than comparable to 'The Last Waltz', the one is a template of the other - in cinematic inertia, soporific interview-narrative, and an utter contempt for aesthetic and emotional effect. Obviously loathe to take an expansive view of Dylan's body of work, or to draw some kind of inspiration from anything interesting Dylan ever said or did as a youth, he opts instead for trotting out weathered folkie-chums, uninteresting childhood acquaintances, and most atrociously, Allen Ginsberg. Like Dylan (and other idols of the '60s experience), Scorsese lusts after his own departed muse, and gives up any chance he has of capturing the humanity and complexity of a figure whose art is as humane and complex as any in contemporary music. That the film's most inspired moment was circumventing the annoyingly sentimental story of a young Dylan rushing to the deathbed of his own inspiration, an infirmed Woody Guthrie, while probably a deft directorial move, suggests something about Scorsese's creative state.
With the spine of the federal government pressed desperately against the fiscal floodgates, Fred "Big Government Conservatism" Barnes reports that a proposal by Republican Study Committee to cut federal spending by $102 billion in one fiscal year was shot down by the House leadership and the White House's budget director - for being "politically unrealistic." If it is politically unrealistic, than so is the prospect of renewing fiscal conservatism in future Republican congresses and administrations.
The always-astute New York Times calls him "a gifted orator with a flair for the verbal showdown." For his own part, he is famed for his effusive praise of Saddam Hussein, Bashar Assad, and Yasir Arafat, once assuring the first that he was resolutely "with you until victory, until victory until Jerusalem!" His monomaniacal ego and propensity for self-flattery is possibly unmatched in Western politics (no mean feat).
I was talking to a friend recently, and the discussion turned to Bastiat, whom I've read in relatively small part (I'd first known him for his Swiftian swipe at trade protectionism, 'The Candlemakers' Petition'.) But he's probably better-known for his analysis of the 'broken window fallacy'. Talking about it, I got to wondering where President Bush, Secretaries Rice and Rumsfeld, and certain strident war-hawks would be without it.
In one corner, The Reverend Pat Robertson thinks we should kill Hugo Chavez to get at his oil. In the other, less illuminated corner,The No Less Reverend Jesse Jackson believes we must maintain a cordial bi-national dialogue and progressive diplomatic relations with the Castroist tyrant...to get at his oil.