Gustavo Arellano writes:
But after porn star Linda Lovelace claimed her then-husband was going to force her to get “fucked by a donkey in Juarez, Mexico” in her 1980 memoir, Ordeal, the act quickly seeped into mainstream American culture. Three years later, the search for a donkey show in Tijuana is a plot point in the Tom Cruise film, Losin’ It; by the mid-1980s, a pioneering ska band called themselves The Donkey Show—based out of San Diego, no less. Really, the biggest culprit in spreading the donkey show myth is Hollywood—in the past decade alone, there’s been mention of the act in at least a dozen high-profile projects, from The 40-Year-Old Virgin to Two-and-a-Half Men and more. This proves once again that Hollywood’s stereotyping of Mexicans haven’t changed in a century—but what else do you expect from screenwriters (notwithstanding the awesome writers at the new ABC sitcom Cristela and the upcoming FOX cartoon, Bordertown, for which I’m a consultant) who know Mexicans mostly as their nannies, car washers, gardeners, cooks, and the janitors in their offices?
Ann Coulter writes:
It’s becoming increasingly clear this is just another platform for Obama to demonstrate that we are citizens of the world. The entire Ebola issue is being discussed — by our government, not the United Nations — as if Liberians are indistinguishable from Americans, and U.S. taxpayers should be willing to pay whatever it takes to save them.
Maybe we should give them the vote, too! If Ebola was concentrated in Finland and Norway — certainly Israel! — we’d have had a travel ban on Day One.
The head of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, Dr. Tom Frieden, justifies Obama’s refusal to prohibit flights originating in Ebola-plagued countries, saying, “A travel ban is not the right answer. It’s simply not feasible to build a wall — virtual or real — around a community, city or country.”
What is it with liberals living in gated communities always telling us that fences don’t work? THAT’S WHAT A QUARANTINE IS.
‘Over on Twitter, 58 year old grandfather and Disney animator Dave ‘Darlie’ Brewster, a Men’s Rights Activist and lifetime transvestic cross-dresser …’
…who “transitioned” late in life, “doxxed” a young transgender named MiriamAfloat, posting his private information, because the young person had offended him by suggesting that some elements of transgender activism were inarguably anti-feminist.
Also today, Sarah Brown, an unemployed trust-funder and former LibDem candidate who claims to suffer extensive traumatic dissociative psychiatric black-outs when women criticize his politics, contacted the organizers of the Manarchist AFem2014 “TransFeminist” conference to block the attendance of another “transwoman” who once publicly discussed a study which documented male predators (in this case pedophiles) who use transgenderism to get better access to victims.
From The Atlantic:
Despite the challenges posed by the fickle media landscape, WWN has preserved its distinct editorial tone—a synthesis of comedy, hard news, and old maid’s tales. McGinness is loathe to categorize the paper at all, saying that despite the ludicrous front-page stories (“Severed Leg Hops to Hospital” came to mind), it’s not comedy. Nor does it skew very serious. “We publish news of suspect credibility,” he says. There are three three types of WWN reader, according to the editor—those who believe, those who don’t believe, and “those who want to believe but aren’t sure.”
As I couldn’t help but add in the comments, I was Ed Anger for about 18 months, during 2009-10.
I wrote a new one every morning, Monday to Friday. Even for me, it was harder than it sounds.
I was kind of relieved when I got the inevitable “We’re going in a different direction…” email.
They still have my St. Patrick’s Day one up, and just change the date every year.
Here’s one of mine, from February 2010:
I’m madder than a hippie with a busted hookah!
Every single day, I read a new story on the computer machine about how this global warming thing was just a scam from day one!
Now it turns out the WWF had something to do with all this baloney. I always knew TV wrestling was phony, but this is ridiculous!
How did a bunch of egghead pointdexters get fooled by what Hulk Hogan thinks about panda bears?
This is worst than last week, when the global warming guys’ “scientific research” turned out to be an article from an old Readers Digest they stole out of the dentist’s office.
It’s like I keep telling you people: these so-called scientists are no smarter than you and me. Some of them are even dumber! Turns out one of the big shot scientists is some weird looking old Indian guy who writes dirty books.
It’s true. And by Indian I don’t mean a real Indian like we have here, with their tomahawks and casinos and so forth. I mean one of those foreigner Indians who eat smelly food and pray to the statues with the fifty arms.
This Indian guy whose been telling us the world is going to explode turns out to be writing porno this whole time. The only “warming” is in this guy’s pants – or whatever it is those people wear.
He needs to go back to snake charming or running the 7/11 or working at the call center, and leave the science stuff to Jesse Ventura! At least he’s a red, white and blue blooded American and not some slimy foreign pervert! Hasn’t this outsourcing stuff gone far enough?
Journalism, like so many other industries, is built on contacts. Frequently, those contacts are Mom and Dad. Wealthy parents often parachute their kids into comfy internships, while talented graduates with no connections are left out in the cold.
Yet even if these unlucky saps manage to land a placement, they may not be able to get anywhere. An internship takes so much unpaid, full-time work that only the most privileged can afford to keep it up for more than a month or two.
The result is an increasing number of journalists who all come from the same backgrounds, creating an echo chamber where you’ll never hear an alternative voice.
In the UK, things have gotten so bad that a government study concluded that journalism was the third-most socially exclusive profession, with only 10 percent of all reporters coming from a working-class background.
The fortunes of Kurds and Yazidis are of no importance to the U.S.A. It’s nothing to us whether Iraq remains one nation or splits into three. Syria, Libya, Yemen, Afghanistan: these trash can nations will never have any constitutional government, nor any economic, military, or cultural significance. Leave them alone, or at the mercy of their neighbors, to work out their own destinies. They are nothing to us.
Likewise with West Africa. The entire effect on the U.S.A. of a total ban on contacts with Liberia, Guinea, and Sierra Leone would be a rise in the price of chocolate—not exactly an existential threat.
Tom Teicholz writes:
A decade ago, Cohen was ready to retire. He had become overwhelmed by a fear of disappointing his live audiences that he could not go on stage. Then, after becoming a victim of embezzlement forced him back to work, Cohen took up a tour so arduous — filled with three-hour shows each night — a tour so powerful, so joyous, so satisfying, that in just three years, Cohen earned his way back to financial stability.
“Popular Problems” is a capstone to the artist’s triumph over his own demons. In “A Street,” he sings, “The party’s over / But I’ve landed on my feet / I’ll be standing on this corner / where there used to be a street.”
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There is a medieval record in Kent of a group of blacked-up woodland people who said they were servants of the Queen of the Fairies. There is a 1485 law of Henry VII’s era that makes having a painted face in the countryside a felony. But this rural blacking was mostly about self-protection. Disguise was the poacher’s first defence against identification.