Y’know what? Let them fail. For the first time in my life I’ve found myself agreeing with a REALLY weird cast of characters: Pelosi (who I’ve been angry at ever since she ‘took impeachment off the table’), Pat freaking Buchanan, etc etc.

No one forced them to create giant gas-guzzling monsters, no one told them to convince the American public to buy them using cheap credit (which isn’t as available — if available at all — as it’s been in recent years). There’s WAITLISTS for the Toyota Prius and other hybrids, and I think the case can be successfully made that this indicates that people want them!

Neil Young can’t write worth a damn, but this is pretty interesting, too.

Handouts or Hybrids?

(And if you’re in the mood to read a lot about Detroit’s sins, here’s the post roundup page at HP).

(And if you’re just feeling snarky, like I am right now, read this, it’s funny).

Concerned about “the mark of the beast” and using a hand scanner at work? It’s ok. Recognition Systems wants to allay your fears.

(via)

See also re: tomorrow’s protests, and this, too.

While we’re on the topic of Alan Wilder (see last post)…from the fan forum on his website, a response to someone begging him to play their wedding:

My terms for booking are as follows:

I get to shag at least 2 of the bridesmaids.

I expect to be propositioned by an extremely drunk and sexually-frustrated older woman in the toilets (mother-in-law?).

There should be a good fight (got any Irish relatives?).

Somebody must be present with a video camera to catch the bride falling over during the first dance (should include knicker action if possible) and the bridegroom sneaking out of the men’s toilets adjusting his flies, followed by her sister.

I’m not coming if you insist on playing ‘Somebody’ at any point in the proceedings.

Tee hee.

Tamas’ friends post the most amazing things on Twitter. Depeche Mode performing “Enjoy the Silence” on top of the World Trade Center. Or, as I tweeted in reply: “Also? ALAN WILDER, TAKE ME NOW, YOU SKINNY ENGLISH MAN, YOU. *cough cough cough*”

Can someone please explain why I had a dream last night in which I was dating Danny DeVito? Wait, never mind. I don’t want to know.

From Wonkette.com, and bears repeating:

Palin’s behavior is exactly what happens when some ignorant white trash wins the lottery: total excess, ending in bankruptcy. But she bankrupted an entire major political party, ha ha. Also, her behavior is exactly like that of a gangsta-rapper who briefly hits the big time and immediately covers themselves in golden trinkets. Good god, Sarah Palin is human garbage:

One senior aide said that Nicolle Wallace had told Palin to buy three suits for the convention and hire a stylist. But instead, the vice presidential nominee began buying for herself and her family — clothes and accessories from top stores such as Saks Fifth Avenue and Neiman Marcus. According to two knowledgeable sources, a vast majority of the clothes were bought by a wealthy donor, who was shocked when he got the bill. Palin also used low-level staffers to buy some of the clothes on their credit cards.

A disgusted McCain aide calls the Palins “Wasilla hillbillies looting Neiman Marcus from coast to coast.”

McCain staffers tell Newsweek that Palin spent “tens of thousands” more than the original $150,000 reported before the election, as well as “$20,000 to $40,000″ in clothes specifically for her idiot husband, Todd.

This is who you tried to elect, GOP supporters. The rest of us are breathing a sigh of relief that you didn’t. Can you imagine what she’d try if given a taxpayer-funded budget?

Obama wins it! ♥ ♥ ♥!

Hey everyone! Lighten up, tomorrow’s going to be a better day. But meanwhile…

A SELECTION FROM GEORGE W. BUSH’S EAVESDROPPING TAPES: MATTHEW BARNEY AND BJÖRK PLACE AN IKEA PHONE ORDER

MATTHEW BARNEY: (On phone.) Matthew. Barney. Sure. It’s called the Flärke. F-L-A-R-K-E. It’s a bookshelf.

BJÖRK: (In background.) Ask if they have an aluminum igloo.

MATTHEW BARNEY: (Muffled.) I’m on hold. I’ll check when he gets back on.

BJÖRK: (Giggling.) Imagine if clouds were made of licorice!

I love me some Björk.






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