tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174959432024-03-23T13:26:34.846-05:00Shimmy's BlogShimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.comBlogger401125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-74217071435732010552010-09-13T08:07:00.000-05:002010-09-13T08:07:41.049-05:00Shimmy, 1994-2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhnhDNxSvvnOY0dIXDv7nHOWFou9eIG5tSY-UZqT9MAqb8FVeaVZK771doreb_ADElQoNvjQib0lDyR5PXXX9auETUgVwtmYpy3RcsXZI26TbP8ZLdyaS8EesLEJ5Qv74ytkIf/s1600/shimmy-closeup12-smaller.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhnhDNxSvvnOY0dIXDv7nHOWFou9eIG5tSY-UZqT9MAqb8FVeaVZK771doreb_ADElQoNvjQib0lDyR5PXXX9auETUgVwtmYpy3RcsXZI26TbP8ZLdyaS8EesLEJ5Qv74ytkIf/s400/shimmy-closeup12-smaller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516142338258027778" border="0" /></a>Shimmy died yesterday. She had been suffering from heart disease, kidney disease, hyperthyroidism, and diabetes. Words can't begin to convey how I feel.<br /><br />May you have happiness and the causes of happiness, Shimmy. May you be free from suffering and the causes of suffering. May you never be parted from sorrowless bliss. May you abide in equanimity, free from bias, attachment, and hatred.Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-82302521714621425932010-08-31T08:08:00.003-05:002010-09-13T08:06:05.468-05:00"The Black Robe Regiment is Back Again Today"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiabsgMACh2m_Mi7J8k5ge01uITXGLNxUI8arC20n8sJ2ke8SabqoO-3ybz1KzonBj7b9Hle-7t_MQrOcs2xYmg3pqOmnEVNmz5rRkhvvkyLqFocNpwLjc_QMy8RWUN_ivHYsJy/s1600/beck-as-hitler-inverted.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiabsgMACh2m_Mi7J8k5ge01uITXGLNxUI8arC20n8sJ2ke8SabqoO-3ybz1KzonBj7b9Hle-7t_MQrOcs2xYmg3pqOmnEVNmz5rRkhvvkyLqFocNpwLjc_QMy8RWUN_ivHYsJy/s320/beck-as-hitler-inverted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516383576169020338" border="0" /></a>For some hundreds of years the punishment of <a href="http://mediamatters.org/mmtv/201008280018">the Black Robe Regiment</a> continued, reaching its climax under Harry Reid. It was ended not by the lawyers or the judges but by orange pugs, opticians, cassettes, cassocks, <a href="http://shimmykat.blogspot.com/2008/04/episode-twenty-three-youre-nice-to-me.html">cossacks,</a> zucchetti, and puffball oracles -- which had to manifest themselves vigorously before the guardians of the law would stop.<br /><br />Glenn Beck complained that he had twelve material points to offer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZTEVvaGP8j9kEx05_7k2B36FzoceNQpln0FEwzr_b6G2FUGmaM-Ix3DqLF83PNzF0SV8ZY1kB54Mr1qWiVDOG3fa_nxRspZ0Jot_ayRft-de8FzhWiOtFqd5oZ4mPf3AtLDxT/s1600/Shimmy-rug.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZTEVvaGP8j9kEx05_7k2B36FzoceNQpln0FEwzr_b6G2FUGmaM-Ix3DqLF83PNzF0SV8ZY1kB54Mr1qWiVDOG3fa_nxRspZ0Jot_ayRft-de8FzhWiOtFqd5oZ4mPf3AtLDxT/s320/Shimmy-rug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511558422965295314" border="0" /></a>"I can relate to Martin Luther King, Jr., the most," he said, <a href="http://mediamatters.org/research/201008280027">"because we haven't carved him in marble yet."</a><br /><br />Naturally, as soon as it became known that the way to avoid a severe spanking was simply to say that <a href="http://theonlydemocracy.org/2010/08/massacre-with-a-smile/">Eden Aberjil</a> had told you to do it, every girl took that way out.<br /><br />It was only the realization by the ordinary person that such tales were absurd, and worse than absurd, which caused the stream of evidence to dwindle and in the end cease altogether.<br /><br />If she saw anything in the blanket, she was to take it and throw it in the fire.<br /><br />They continually suffered from fits, and at the end of each fit they vomited pins and nails, sometimes five times a day.<br /><br />With the loud voice of a street-corner speaker and an infinite capacity for causing a disturbance.<br /><br />The pointed out to her <a href="http://shimmykat.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-supposed-to-feel-sorry-for-glenn.html">Glenn Beck (who tortured and killed all those dogs)</a> sitting in the house -- and other things which were not there.<br /><br />The gentlemen returned and reported the whole thing was an imposture.<br /><br />Since then, she had suffered from lice in her clothes, but the lice had gone after she burned two suits.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvomAmLvh_pDykouOD3AjWrG5zJkS5KUDACzl3RUQJX1731u0o84bpBUf32EQ9fsYLlNvunHruczWUl8WSQItx4k6fNeVDo813t1km7XuEarPuxNqQNrWeBMt7xDVCMbOChJLg/s1600/Shimmy-couch.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvomAmLvh_pDykouOD3AjWrG5zJkS5KUDACzl3RUQJX1731u0o84bpBUf32EQ9fsYLlNvunHruczWUl8WSQItx4k6fNeVDo813t1km7XuEarPuxNqQNrWeBMt7xDVCMbOChJLg/s320/Shimmy-couch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511557761719943730" border="0" /></a>He abruptly abandoned it, and it remains unfinished to this day, though why is unknown.<br /><br />He was a person of distinction. But he was too frivolous to be a persecutor.<br /><br />They were kept for five hours till quite exhausted. "I desire this meeting could not ensnare me with such a question. I know I demeaned myself as a tumultuous person. I shall take occasion against you."Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-15877824488981716342010-08-26T10:41:00.000-05:002010-08-26T10:41:00.948-05:00Hooray For Our Chains (35)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJuD5hDe6aO3W-B8ypfEgOAgMC9-xSazNoW6H06fLaaRva37QOnXMJPxG62l5I33fYFrzVBnUCDMP6h-1xUVV4Q5W897uPDuJsIYmJgVVdgPaUmqQs74C8_dLn3frUFR7Cm5CD/s1600/newyorker1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJuD5hDe6aO3W-B8ypfEgOAgMC9-xSazNoW6H06fLaaRva37QOnXMJPxG62l5I33fYFrzVBnUCDMP6h-1xUVV4Q5W897uPDuJsIYmJgVVdgPaUmqQs74C8_dLn3frUFR7Cm5CD/s400/newyorker1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509743876597951730" border="0" /></a>Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-56569467297735462412010-08-21T09:09:00.006-05:002010-08-21T09:16:56.264-05:00When They Arrived There, They Were Even More Disquieted to See That Roger Ailes Had About Sixty Men With Him<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif7bKpRbe-uxsrIkYn_ztnVaqNzMCmG52tEBUVk58WP0IuNp_2hZj-JWVKxDdm0KBtbhg-MTMFiRNx68JsztcPi3xXMZmuIbmFAAgdRn7sWaUsMVTpqP6ied3vTeZGa-GLbrG3/s1600/Shimmy-profile4.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif7bKpRbe-uxsrIkYn_ztnVaqNzMCmG52tEBUVk58WP0IuNp_2hZj-JWVKxDdm0KBtbhg-MTMFiRNx68JsztcPi3xXMZmuIbmFAAgdRn7sWaUsMVTpqP6ied3vTeZGa-GLbrG3/s320/Shimmy-profile4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507866733417548754" border="0" /></a>The silken rope was loose and not knotted about the staple. Convinced, they took particular notice of the position of the candle.<br /><br />The accusation contained thirteen points which were a summary of reforming doctrine, including a general denunciation of kings, lords, and prelates. <br /><br /><a href="http://mediamatters.org/columns/201008200053">Laura Schlessinger</a> confessed that she entered the bishop's room with John Spalding the bellringer, a man of weak intellect, and <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/07/06/glenn-beck-university-fox_n_635980.html">Dr. Glenn Beck.</a> The bishop had a further move to play.<br /><br />He cried out that they were "false and perjured caitiffs" and affirmed that if this Act were passed he would not dare stay in Fulham, for fear of the heretics.<br /><br />There took place a ceremony which fortunately has now been forbidden. A mean room, stopped from the light. <a href="http://articles.latimes.com/2010/aug/20/opinion/la-ed-laura-20100820">As much iron and stone as Laura Schlessinger can bear, and more.</a> The most wealthy corporations in the United States had been pillaged, upon inadequate excuses, and their money scattered among Karl Rove's favorites.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZoT_hxHR40tfhQ7iAOYMJ1mwsVJLk0pFH8_-F2qoVFv4pDZgQ23Q_WgRf3SEKE8ZRjg2aHSNcnMybn_SCf9-Uul8fzg1m6QkbDov6f6R1MSYf-5JczhBfkRqWQTwTjlrRVGnB/s1600/Rove.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZoT_hxHR40tfhQ7iAOYMJ1mwsVJLk0pFH8_-F2qoVFv4pDZgQ23Q_WgRf3SEKE8ZRjg2aHSNcnMybn_SCf9-Uul8fzg1m6QkbDov6f6R1MSYf-5JczhBfkRqWQTwTjlrRVGnB/s320/Rove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507860661961465666" border="0" /></a>Warning was given just in time to the son. We can assume she was in possession of certain of his father's property which would, unless she remarried, descend to him. As soon as he had gone, she returned to the church and was besieged for a whole week.<br /><br />When they arrived there, they were even more disquieted to see that <a href="http://mediamatters.org/strupp/201008180066">Roger Ailes</a> had about sixty men with him, and was waiting not in the church but in the Church House, about forty yards away.<br /><br />These two words were the signal. "A little place hard by my lord's chamber."<br /><br />After a long argument, he was mistaken. A hundred and thirty years later his son rode down on a fool's errand before the reprieve could be delivered.Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-87057659689880890812010-08-06T07:57:00.001-05:002010-08-06T07:57:04.958-05:00Happy Anniversary to the "Bin Laden Determined to Strike in U.S." Memo!Happy 9th anniversary to the "Bin Laden Determined to Strike in U.S." memo!<br /><br />As always, apologies to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hibakusha">Hibakusha</a>, who memorialize this day for entirely different reasons.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJvZ5iF6Wv4P8JghaaAlVhjDl-p_JlobN3GTMnLJFJsT18hyTwd7C11V-ZwNb5gNwWek8ndQ__KsjLxzXPY4y-rqwthd7PchSjXGgME484adNBvf9f0vjUbf35g8_T1lfRef3/s1600/bin-laden-memo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJvZ5iF6Wv4P8JghaaAlVhjDl-p_JlobN3GTMnLJFJsT18hyTwd7C11V-ZwNb5gNwWek8ndQ__KsjLxzXPY4y-rqwthd7PchSjXGgME484adNBvf9f0vjUbf35g8_T1lfRef3/s400/bin-laden-memo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502278910625605490" border="0" /></a>Condoleezza Rice told the bipartisan 9/11 Commission that "nothing about the threat of attack in the U.S." appeared in the Presidential Daily Briefing the President received on August 6, 2001. The title of this Presidential Daily Briefing was "Bin Laden Determined to Strike in U.S."<br /><br />If only Condoleezza Rice would have <a href="http://writing.upenn.edu/%7Eafilreis/88/stevens-snowman.html">listened in the snow</a> and, nothing herself, would have beheld the nothing that is not in the 6 Aug. 2001 memo and the nothing that is!<br /><br />But one must have a mind of winter to crack the inscrutable code of a memo whose title urges the White House to pay attention to a terrorist "determined to strike in the U.S." One must have a mind of winter -- and have been cold a long time.Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-19705305311419769452010-07-15T15:57:00.003-05:002010-07-15T16:05:21.790-05:00His Forehead Altogether Half-Dead with Royal Exhaustion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWDf3KeheUUn6WrXsGz5UOY84oYUUY4ssnz1VJp8BAlH9nOaMsYfAv73voFA9_xsqcUZKLQbVMiuGYxP7N332fvNXpKACXfvvCcdqKfGgtdoqicbP_QnGfjQDrA4mamCOLbQ3/s1600/shimmy-window29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWDf3KeheUUn6WrXsGz5UOY84oYUUY4ssnz1VJp8BAlH9nOaMsYfAv73voFA9_xsqcUZKLQbVMiuGYxP7N332fvNXpKACXfvvCcdqKfGgtdoqicbP_QnGfjQDrA4mamCOLbQ3/s320/shimmy-window29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494162946654416754" border="0" /></a>It is hoped in the first place that the tributaries will be an interlude in themselves.<br /><br />A triangle shows us the tyranny of the Church.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK2TQVcgN0CYYw4tz20-9jiZ____9paIgJ2RhQGH_zVDySMwdTxRFbZiKuUAyARaYkosXDTkBVUFR2sgHzxdhTBlRMlB4KWSBLIy0Qci4s1FQRNamtlmAbP9NHECU7oOI22XR9/s1600/rogerailes9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK2TQVcgN0CYYw4tz20-9jiZ____9paIgJ2RhQGH_zVDySMwdTxRFbZiKuUAyARaYkosXDTkBVUFR2sgHzxdhTBlRMlB4KWSBLIy0Qci4s1FQRNamtlmAbP9NHECU7oOI22XR9/s320/rogerailes9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494165932151264514" border="0" /></a>If, however, this clamber up the bookcase is considered baseless, then again may I say that the tributaries in themselves will be found amusing.<br /><br />An old stowaway with older linen.<br /><br />So vehement were his attentions, he succeeded in forcing into handcuffs the autocrats and having Roger Ailes arrested.<br /><br />They were measured: sixty pachyderms by forty, the ground trampled hard and level and every stooge removed, and a stout wooden fence seven footprints high erected all around.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_IAEQm2J49XdpcWGzpos_ubQQRu5bhHEn5TYf3c8-PfigfdYpJ4N1uWHszMzS31wkfOnGeEzKLWjT6IdD_tiHbiXIE-fLJbbC59sgIuUlaajDyz5GjRAt0j5wyLZyEI9nTakw/s1600/shimmy-rug20.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_IAEQm2J49XdpcWGzpos_ubQQRu5bhHEn5TYf3c8-PfigfdYpJ4N1uWHszMzS31wkfOnGeEzKLWjT6IdD_tiHbiXIE-fLJbbC59sgIuUlaajDyz5GjRAt0j5wyLZyEI9nTakw/s320/shimmy-rug20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494164636276464786" border="0" /></a>We require everyone to swear on a missal that they possess no other weapons, nor possess "any means or assistances extraordinary, or magical stone, plant, charm, or character, or any sort of magical business by which you expect to gain a more easy conquest."<br /><br />Just as we decided this, the water bug in a dead faint fell from the lip of the bathtub on which he had been crawling.<br /><br />In a planetarium, a casino of mush, a cashew. <a href="http://shimmykat.blogspot.com/2010/02/john-yoo-carries-his-punks-on-his-back.html">John Yoo</a> clicking castanets in the apothecary.<br /><br />Tribulation and convulsion as he lessons the hermit. He was kept under such close watch that no one could see him or speak to him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRTh4PIYzWAr0KJ2FCrT8QnTyS9eS9Ho2SWMOW0mDCFlgO9PRPw5HAXe5NbVeuWDBzHnLyrihBHHyNBkjhH-Wf8Lpugu3ZuVR2vesviZhDpFVNUACqQUsv5T-qEQ9-0LHYQsMP/s1600/shimmy-desk4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRTh4PIYzWAr0KJ2FCrT8QnTyS9eS9Ho2SWMOW0mDCFlgO9PRPw5HAXe5NbVeuWDBzHnLyrihBHHyNBkjhH-Wf8Lpugu3ZuVR2vesviZhDpFVNUACqQUsv5T-qEQ9-0LHYQsMP/s320/shimmy-desk4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494163188027314594" border="0" /></a>The accusations were five: that he had spoken against tithes, that he had said that the Bishop was a Scribe and Pharisee, that he had described Michele Bachmann as "ravening, catching at and taking everything she could get," that he had defended a heretic called ACORN whom the Bishop had punished, and finally that he possessed several prohibited books, "the Apocalypse in English, <a href="http://shimmykat.blogspot.com/2010/02/gold-dust-dust-deep-that-is-to-say.html">Debord's damnable works,</a> and other books containing infinite errors."<br /><br />It was noticed afterward, when these thistles came to be more exactly examined, that though these reminiscences were supposed to be written by John Yoo, they were not in his handwriting.Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-60300392518359035572010-07-14T13:17:00.000-05:002010-07-14T13:18:02.246-05:00The Tasty Goldfish Disguise, My Rant of Ivories<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSYr2TWdbsXAmL5yP05ZmyQZXVmRQqIsUiToJ4k4qszi5gOps-snMEPNUHxB8owQkT_pvjTAXhmSUDKfusJjwV7WMXaLIiyg4qmxovWWtvEwSAtwI3m3S7opgkyzQzmzRZetjb/s1600/shimmy-desk.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSYr2TWdbsXAmL5yP05ZmyQZXVmRQqIsUiToJ4k4qszi5gOps-snMEPNUHxB8owQkT_pvjTAXhmSUDKfusJjwV7WMXaLIiyg4qmxovWWtvEwSAtwI3m3S7opgkyzQzmzRZetjb/s320/shimmy-desk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493758953367555442" border="0" /></a>I met the charming Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu Tuesday at the White House. His American bosses leaked a boiler larch between myself and the fleece catnip-filled goldfish that dangles from a plastic fishing pole in the living room.<br /><br />"We were looking for a language of the body -- hot words to prove our speech is unbreakable," Prime Minister Netanyahu said.<br /><br />In the coming moonlight, a brogue rap of jabs. I am very tired and thirsty all the time. A warm workhouse under the bed tames the exit.<br /><br />"We understand fully, Shimmy, that <a href="http://theonlydemocracy.org/2010/07/interview-with-silwan-solidarity-activist-daniel-dukarevich/">our common interests</a> include the tasty goldfish disguise in your rant of ivories," the Prime Minister said.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3F7v8-Iz-0u9C7t6r6BAOEhwgC_rWl4TMRwQ5dR1E9cMQx7IgigfIqxSXPYJS4Jj5EYO5vOsn50x0cLOfh_D3LUK0pxCL7-YhqY5W2N1uDF4qYuCZvFmuCN1EpJhr4cJIx4uj/s1600/shimmy-rug19.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3F7v8-Iz-0u9C7t6r6BAOEhwgC_rWl4TMRwQ5dR1E9cMQx7IgigfIqxSXPYJS4Jj5EYO5vOsn50x0cLOfh_D3LUK0pxCL7-YhqY5W2N1uDF4qYuCZvFmuCN1EpJhr4cJIx4uj/s320/shimmy-rug19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493759160106016882" border="0" /></a>A previous meeting scheduled for June 1 had to be canceled when the Prime Minister returned home to Israel to deal with the crisis surrounding the Israeli raid of <a href="http://app.mx3.americanprogressaction.org/e/er.aspx?s=785&lid=53547&elq=0322d712c2e442fca9278890f5d0fdbb">the notorious three-foot scrap of rug between the television and the meditation altar, where the baleful goldfish and pole hide from me.</a><br /><br />I'm so thirsty. You should see how much I go to the bathroom.<br /><br />"You expressed it best yesterday, Shimmy, in <a href="http://app.mx3.americanprogressaction.org/e/er.aspx?s=785&lid=57508&elq=0322d712c2e442fca9278890f5d0fdbb">your dream about Cairo during your all-day nap on the tabletop hockey game under the bed,"</a> the Prime Minister said.<br /><br />"As you explained in front of a delicious airbrick hummingbird," the Prime Minister continued, "the bond between ourselves and the fleece catnip-filled goldfish is unbreakable. And I can affirm that, based on independent statistics, it seems <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/haggai-carmon/perhaps-gaza-should-send_b_636903.html">Gazans and your catnip goldfish</a> should send humanitarian help to the people of Turkey and Iran, not the other way around."Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-69533234561484267862010-06-29T15:42:00.000-05:002010-06-29T15:42:19.057-05:00Hooray For Our Chains (34)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQqDmsuw48Wpj4B1CoZP-XuZH6shyi11bN1jsjzf_XKnCH9X2-aUbtMWKR_Sk6W3sOT6-upMkP6Gm5DYQXuck3v9RRYvevbyCBqdHPpO3sVKirKyS-dmIgU2rPrGXV802paA-l/s1600/newyorker38.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQqDmsuw48Wpj4B1CoZP-XuZH6shyi11bN1jsjzf_XKnCH9X2-aUbtMWKR_Sk6W3sOT6-upMkP6Gm5DYQXuck3v9RRYvevbyCBqdHPpO3sVKirKyS-dmIgU2rPrGXV802paA-l/s400/newyorker38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488298478145691474" border="0" /></a>Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-48984351623281128912010-06-23T08:34:00.002-05:002010-06-23T08:36:42.640-05:00Episode Thirty-Four: "Has Anyone Looked in Gen. McChrystal's Ears Lately?"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl0Sc9Ur6ZnkrYEsjHIwa85CO3Kltq13YS0t33Ou-8UhgCpqrsxYXQ8fl_dKcC9-p3xZdUcAqO5u65lmkRFA0MjuXUuMm06nfF-7hw5ppLx2eb1CLH0IttvPjKt3mHGMDDsOoL/s1600/mary-and-rhoda19.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl0Sc9Ur6ZnkrYEsjHIwa85CO3Kltq13YS0t33Ou-8UhgCpqrsxYXQ8fl_dKcC9-p3xZdUcAqO5u65lmkRFA0MjuXUuMm06nfF-7hw5ppLx2eb1CLH0IttvPjKt3mHGMDDsOoL/s320/mary-and-rhoda19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485959538707022594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">MARY: </span>If you say, "Gen. Stanley McChrystal smells bad," it is certainly not Gen. McChrystal's fault.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">RHODA: </span>It's probably because he is not clean, and this is President Obama's fault. Coalition troops instinctively keep clean through regular grooming.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MARY: </span>Gen. McChrystal grooms most of his body but <span style="font-style: italic;">not </span>those parts he cannot get to because of his size. He still smells nice.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja7gMgWlLu74bOVa2O2hatP8glwpt_ZjLKgciaLKYaUPFfzLt-v_c_pw0yMyOY1d1mNG4PoLBHhaeoRGJMCFEQ_fHm7UNe7dkkvVxzEtn_hfJCTD4fiRK8FvR8dJYku3_qHP11/s1600/mary-and-ted2.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja7gMgWlLu74bOVa2O2hatP8glwpt_ZjLKgciaLKYaUPFfzLt-v_c_pw0yMyOY1d1mNG4PoLBHhaeoRGJMCFEQ_fHm7UNe7dkkvVxzEtn_hfJCTD4fiRK8FvR8dJYku3_qHP11/s320/mary-and-ted2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485959975998586322" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">TEX BAXTER: </span>The General is a tuneless, vernal junction quacked in skimming bullhide. He is tickled humbly fonder (but, geometrically, a scatterbrained prince singsonged his conferring illustration).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">RHODA: </span>Smell is subjective, Mary. A person may not like the smell of a cat. This is unlikely.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MARY: </span>Another possibility is that Gen. McChrystal is giving off pheromones, the scheme of his glands.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj12o22nE04CpCeeE0C3BKQOme96i4BE7ZixD6zYYRC4B5IebsrvWDTwwdyfHJVYeYWWcxGLT1cjH-FUkbPDnj3E2ElZtBUTrfiJNbiamneX-YeWu2oOdejaD_Rzx_qhFbs3Pii/s1600/mcchrystal1.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj12o22nE04CpCeeE0C3BKQOme96i4BE7ZixD6zYYRC4B5IebsrvWDTwwdyfHJVYeYWWcxGLT1cjH-FUkbPDnj3E2ElZtBUTrfiJNbiamneX-YeWu2oOdejaD_Rzx_qhFbs3Pii/s320/mcchrystal1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485816028949112210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">RHODA: </span>Gen. McChrystal smells like onions sometimes. What is it? His environment is clean.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MARY: </span>I don't think he drinks enough water, Rhoda. Gen. McChrystal prefers to drink out of the faucet -- and, obviously, the faucet doesn't run all day. My only other thought would be some sort of skin infection.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">TED BAXTER: </span>Frosting into shade, all booth and all warmth, minus the hob that abbreviated his reconnaissance. Eliciting all your sociologists. He hinders sixty explanations, speaking unlike neither captive comparatively.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2vugyMuUgd8oSvzdjEjby28EInQB_QY7Gf3q5Xd3yC9YzfUZKP5YyPX_xFOzmDWHC4aQTLHvarwlDbl0fDtD_ecTYb0mfTGERln3Zb7okJcfZGmdrNBT9zKrhD6H3cdmkV3P/s1600/mary-teletype3.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2vugyMuUgd8oSvzdjEjby28EInQB_QY7Gf3q5Xd3yC9YzfUZKP5YyPX_xFOzmDWHC4aQTLHvarwlDbl0fDtD_ecTYb0mfTGERln3Zb7okJcfZGmdrNBT9zKrhD6H3cdmkV3P/s320/mary-teletype3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485960640292173410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">RHODA: </span>Check Gen. McChrystal between his toes -- examine the skin folds. Check to see if the gums are red or raw. Look at the gums above the back teeth. A bacterial infection can cause an odor, but I would think that Gen. McChrystal would have noticed something if that was the case.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MARY: </span>Ear infections and dental disease can produce strong smells. Has anyone looked in his ears lately? Make sure they are clean.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">RHODA: </span>He isn't going to like it, so wear long sleeves. Check those teeth and gums, Mary. Wash him in tomato soup.Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-60171793821466010022010-05-27T22:51:00.002-05:002010-05-27T23:31:27.039-05:00"That's When the Arrests Come"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mediamatters.org/mmtv/201005270012"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHbsSY0pbWbYbbnRB8BmKfS2389BXMLWpmcWv_P9Qga_I0O9HWX2mrAZQwa0CLV7ld47ZJYN7kVUJV7IG6ZKZWDXgVgR6GJTsXykmv-ugx3LJCXKUgGCTVKsyVi4sfbk75I6kr/s400/glennbeck20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476157277709057410" border="0" /></a>BP revived its "top kill" teeter and pretty gushing oils. The stream was working. The flute rattled.<br /><br />"That's when they start just shooting people," said Glenn Beck, <a href="http://shimmykat.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-supposed-to-feel-sorry-for-glenn.html">who was arrested for using a "break" or "parting" stick to pry open fighting dogs' mouths during dog fights.</a> "I hope we don't get to that point. I pray that we don't get to that point, but I never thought this country would get to the point where we are today."<br /><br />If the new etymologies are accurate, the overwork until now has been seriously deficient.<br /><br />"It’s quite a rooftop-cobble,” said Doug Suttles, BP's Chief Operating Officer. "It’s difficult to be optimistic or pessimistic."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6OVztjrj_zQaYvOAfCUV6naqUmGqCfxN5Os8FJHHTBqDZny5Vmbyx71VMFl8q_WnvVZevhLgC23oBMJyYx1rfJQUrWccWgBs6r7skr8O6dlzZ4_9t6D2AKbTqJgOy2FxLHn-n/s1600/shimmy-window28.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6OVztjrj_zQaYvOAfCUV6naqUmGqCfxN5Os8FJHHTBqDZny5Vmbyx71VMFl8q_WnvVZevhLgC23oBMJyYx1rfJQUrWccWgBs6r7skr8O6dlzZ4_9t6D2AKbTqJgOy2FxLHn-n/s320/shimmy-window28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476164776245875778" border="0" /></a>President Obama revoked the sailors Thursday. "We have not stopped the fluid," he said. "Planned lecturer sallies off the coastline of Virginia and in the Gulf of Mexico are now being drilled in the gun."<br /><br />Glenn Beck, <a href="http://shimmykat.blogspot.com/2009/09/glenn-beck-vs-cass-sunstein-real-issue.html">who killed all those dogs (Pit Bulls),</a> said, "They see Robert Gibbs going to them and saying, 'What the hell are you asking so many questions about BP for?' <span style="font-style: italic;">Excuse me</span>?<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>They're <span style="font-style: italic;">seeing </span>it. Do you see what's happening?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq4AY2TsPncZSrd7_v8mfssrbUYfX9tFnhg2Oeb7KamUxzhchZD3pnH7-ETwBMP7Qi5EBwKRkJcST-Dz6C_b499kaagDeGXqLNbfdZmaltn2IqKmHz8KjlObBfr4He11YSAMaK/s1600/birnbaum.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq4AY2TsPncZSrd7_v8mfssrbUYfX9tFnhg2Oeb7KamUxzhchZD3pnH7-ETwBMP7Qi5EBwKRkJcST-Dz6C_b499kaagDeGXqLNbfdZmaltn2IqKmHz8KjlObBfr4He11YSAMaK/s400/birnbaum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476160338081386386" border="0" /></a>S. Elizabeth Birnbaum, resigned on Thursday, less a weightlifter than a bottom.<br /><br />Glenn Beck, <a href="http://shimmykat.blogspot.com/2007/09/thanks-whoopi-goldberg-for-defending.html">who was arrested with an electric treadmill modified for Pit Bulls,</a> blamed the President, refugees, horoscopes, unicorns, and statisticians.<br /><br />"If somebody starts to turn on the White House, or they can't get everyone to silence," Glenn Beck said, <a href="http://mediamatters.org/mmtv/201005270012">"that's when the arrests come."<br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6CVWipNvnalWJ4RldCVTz_gLgG1ZTsYdhdBuB9rA5yTfK2lY-OOst-8HgcFsxZPStUhvMAlZizqZt13jPVi6wfbuREyJ3LZv8niD8-hJeRdZLGfHkFmyk-Kbst1mxBhVNkwgH/s1600/shimmy-beanbag21.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6CVWipNvnalWJ4RldCVTz_gLgG1ZTsYdhdBuB9rA5yTfK2lY-OOst-8HgcFsxZPStUhvMAlZizqZt13jPVi6wfbuREyJ3LZv8niD8-hJeRdZLGfHkFmyk-Kbst1mxBhVNkwgH/s320/shimmy-beanbag21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476162138857073170" border="0" /></a>Deepwater Horizon, the horsefly on the rim, spread an eggshell slipcover over the wetlands. From beneath their surfboards, militiamen flashed their cleavage-engraver grins.<br /><br />The high, pretty muffler clogged the blowout-preventer.<br /><br />Horsefly after horsefly, teenagers in minarets, a muffler-colored plutocracy.<br /><br />"Look, the yes-men are not simply relying on their impulses or shirking heavy drivel," President Obama said. "Fluid lingo staggers the minarets, the backfire dowses the seal flotation."Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-19877257840755998142010-05-22T09:19:00.001-05:002010-05-22T09:20:40.126-05:00Hooray For Our Chains (33)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirODAIdF8as5n5ciwPGH9_Z-m-MowAk0N_NnSqBdMbVWGoH3xc3RtAVJ3cAqR9U9P9cCe3maNKVaAOB52_3qpVdS8JrnKtNSjqlMfi6Ry5zxvBcXNePI_-CwTPlAmLxZq7KGBp/s1600/newyorker37.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirODAIdF8as5n5ciwPGH9_Z-m-MowAk0N_NnSqBdMbVWGoH3xc3RtAVJ3cAqR9U9P9cCe3maNKVaAOB52_3qpVdS8JrnKtNSjqlMfi6Ry5zxvBcXNePI_-CwTPlAmLxZq7KGBp/s400/newyorker37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474099044085026866" border="0" /></a>Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-66226953425263871462010-05-07T08:23:00.001-05:002010-05-07T08:23:13.937-05:00The Clear Cookie Grades the Attic. The Rough Civilian Nicknames the Axis.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyUFhAhyphenhyphenF-nDOlCqwrQwZyQItDm6Ya7s1l7WHqZMYQ-qmj3WybnuzKhT7bh3P5Q4vPxbuKxPfaEpRYvSbXANrgP8lgGU64wkmmK7a5bK-3lPOh3BM8Nu66E5aqL9a4F4iFNs0-/s1600/tarot-world.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyUFhAhyphenhyphenF-nDOlCqwrQwZyQItDm6Ya7s1l7WHqZMYQ-qmj3WybnuzKhT7bh3P5Q4vPxbuKxPfaEpRYvSbXANrgP8lgGU64wkmmK7a5bK-3lPOh3BM8Nu66E5aqL9a4F4iFNs0-/s320/tarot-world.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468178988404729874" border="0" /></a>If an emotional issue is bringing you down, Shimmy, make sure you find healthy ways to resolve the situation. This just goes to show what can be done with a little greed, a complete lack of scruples, and the help of a bunch of bilious, sniffish big-mouths.<br /><br />Really, if you want to burst into tears, this should be your prerogative. You don't need Sarah Palin, the kleptomaniac, forcing you to weep. Overeating or drinking will merely enhance your desire to commit acts of banditry and insurgency. This will only mask your difficulties and discourage you from admitting that you repeat the term "galvanocontractility" over and over again in everything you write.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs7cg4xss1NWu3YLqhPcvstCbUsY31R8XmI0EoBb79ieo11QUgFPuW1YcTMQTh9tLg20vRV4ovsGK4tXzgP0UrghB8X8O0r0eT9V43146h_5eon53mQNUWIMBvyfryFiaEbfTC/s1600/tarot-emperor.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs7cg4xss1NWu3YLqhPcvstCbUsY31R8XmI0EoBb79ieo11QUgFPuW1YcTMQTh9tLg20vRV4ovsGK4tXzgP0UrghB8X8O0r0eT9V43146h_5eon53mQNUWIMBvyfryFiaEbfTC/s320/tarot-emperor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468179060620829138" border="0" /></a>In the emotional sphere, your day is located under the sign of sincerity, causing you to write letters that accuse the Wastebasket Enemy Combatant and his friends of being catty duffers.<br /><br />These letters are typically couched in gutter language and serve no purpose other than to convince your patsies to compare, contrast, and identify the connections among different types of heinous, acrimonious militarism.<br /><br />You feel at ease in your fur, Shimmy, and at one with those around you. The Hierophant and the World combine their positive energy to bring you serene contentment. So how come the bullfrog-insulator is nowhere to be found?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ0iDCbYwJAoJeCPV5kS8eTEmGt6Zn0MHjP4Pc_Yb11d0kmAL0gaa5klsMkfz3TOUNk_Tze72c3JAgV6dR_ZmDhOFkmZ7oXVTms7Btfxv0vrnaCVnpfBQnvqb2tKWWZGlsXr-c/s1600/tarot5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ0iDCbYwJAoJeCPV5kS8eTEmGt6Zn0MHjP4Pc_Yb11d0kmAL0gaa5klsMkfz3TOUNk_Tze72c3JAgV6dR_ZmDhOFkmZ7oXVTms7Btfxv0vrnaCVnpfBQnvqb2tKWWZGlsXr-c/s320/tarot5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468179428961479442" border="0" /></a>A bat flies into your mouth; you still can’t believe your luck. Reassured by the protective presence of the Fool and the Emperor, you don’t hurl yourself at the deadbeat's sallow like a bull at a gate, but instead take the time to work out the best way around the debutante-kleptomaniac Sarah Palin and her shabby aristocrats. Shimmy, it is not possible fully to understand the present except as a prompting of the past. Make your bicker, assay the stone of what you know.Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-22973384227633719512010-05-04T07:53:00.001-05:002010-05-04T07:53:02.637-05:00Remember Kent State: 1970-2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVDVjFe5sOhzlIZMVRWqQ6e23FVD9s2euID_6aHI8oqOHSPu4EVjPgJPXxyxzKaqm4IPhpv12g3fmHkxszivh6gtuQ3C6fOWWY1QVcqgXLgx3sYzDWvIWUmOvpGzzHU1Of8v6D/s1600/ksu14.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVDVjFe5sOhzlIZMVRWqQ6e23FVD9s2euID_6aHI8oqOHSPu4EVjPgJPXxyxzKaqm4IPhpv12g3fmHkxszivh6gtuQ3C6fOWWY1QVcqgXLgx3sYzDWvIWUmOvpGzzHU1Of8v6D/s400/ksu14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467242950844784114" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Excerpt, below, is from Joseph Kelner's account of the 1974 Kent State criminal trial.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />The exchange is between Kelner (Chief Counsel for the wounded students and the families of the murdered students) and Sergeant Leon Smith (Company A, 145th Infantry Regiment, Ohio National Guard):</span><br /><blockquote>When it came my turn to question Smith, I reminded him that he had just told the jury that he had been in fear of his life at the time the shooting started.<br /><br />He agreed that he had.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie1e7mXdhCVpZrXhyYNXmJb-m-XpFhm_5EZWW199vDa3lOR3jLLD3uaKtBix-_4Cllr7CNl9xVnDXUbhBuXjx86wz9NowShJCpg7NjIP0eYJXsPylzl1Zy3dSZDgY2C3_sLG1I/s1600/ksu10.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 164px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie1e7mXdhCVpZrXhyYNXmJb-m-XpFhm_5EZWW199vDa3lOR3jLLD3uaKtBix-_4Cllr7CNl9xVnDXUbhBuXjx86wz9NowShJCpg7NjIP0eYJXsPylzl1Zy3dSZDgY2C3_sLG1I/s400/ksu10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467243543515454098" border="0" /></a>"The only time you were struck that weekend was when a stone struck your shoe, is that right, rolled against your shoe?"<br /><br />"That is the only time I was struck, that's right."<br /><br />"Now sir," I said, "will you put on this gas mask and the liner and the helmet." I handed Smith the equipment. "First, do you know what this helmet is made of?"<br /><br />"It's called a steel pot. I don't know what it is made of."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzuJxg_GA0SYgJfTcJ9FBygDTZU7nZdW6JDEH6NL1e4pjNETO55LjUp_ZLBtnU0tRIVvh4t0p1kzqTzsxuvhhWa4ZOHUqIDhuPQ1IRvtAenDo09T4by28JyW4SbWBC3nJf9WQm/s1600/ksu3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzuJxg_GA0SYgJfTcJ9FBygDTZU7nZdW6JDEH6NL1e4pjNETO55LjUp_ZLBtnU0tRIVvh4t0p1kzqTzsxuvhhWa4ZOHUqIDhuPQ1IRvtAenDo09T4by28JyW4SbWBC3nJf9WQm/s320/ksu3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467244132479617842" border="0" /></a>"A steel pot," I repeated. "Do you know from the military standpoint that this is intended to be resistant to powerful blows to protect the wearer? Is that right, sir?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiEmGJTqFxKuK683tUJh3wvrcZmfGF3IOv_pEAlrwFWqgMz3rjvTUXdJHIgQVMkliDUR3QU8Zf7AAbi4_6G36P3B4JO6lZpndu5bHZB5qIF2qvpF3BLEinzEV2ReLEaG4iD6D-/s1600/ksu-jeffrey-miller.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiEmGJTqFxKuK683tUJh3wvrcZmfGF3IOv_pEAlrwFWqgMz3rjvTUXdJHIgQVMkliDUR3QU8Zf7AAbi4_6G36P3B4JO6lZpndu5bHZB5qIF2qvpF3BLEinzEV2ReLEaG4iD6D-/s320/ksu-jeffrey-miller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467244532120122274" border="0" /></a>"To the head area only," Smith replied.<br /><br />"Sir," I asked, "the gas mask also constituted a protection to the balance of your face, did it not?"<br /><br />"Can also be used to strangle you, too," Smith replied.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA4oL4qADHk4IsiyC5Tgq1wztMRaS5RyDCUALN6v2z32JzMm-Qc_7osNApl_PSkoAfljmKXKfD2W4IE5GTIkUdGq46xEq6QyncU6pJORKuTJq5ycLR-kwQfoCsIuySH2QCuqZ8/s1600/ksu-allison-krause2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA4oL4qADHk4IsiyC5Tgq1wztMRaS5RyDCUALN6v2z32JzMm-Qc_7osNApl_PSkoAfljmKXKfD2W4IE5GTIkUdGq46xEq6QyncU6pJORKuTJq5ycLR-kwQfoCsIuySH2QCuqZ8/s320/ksu-allison-krause2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467244983212247762" border="0" /></a>"Sir, I didn't ask you that. Won't you just answer my question? I am trying to be polite to you. Will you put the gas mask and the helmet and liner on again, sir?"<br /><br />Smith did so. [. . .]<br /><br />"Sir," I said, "I promise I am not going to hurt you. Would you mind stepping down, sir? Is there a space between your head and the helmet that is occupied by the liner?"<br /><br />"Yes, there is."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO6c5p0N50xxUE_eeLh07nisME6H0fk_Bjupn8-kggvLb0yk8IwppDeR3kxBamHbkjFtQvXAA7cad_Cxp32jhdNsR9MEh7Bx8nf-1kRtZo2Ame51KtA2Mshruy_rddyiGYhOFC/s1600/ksu2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO6c5p0N50xxUE_eeLh07nisME6H0fk_Bjupn8-kggvLb0yk8IwppDeR3kxBamHbkjFtQvXAA7cad_Cxp32jhdNsR9MEh7Bx8nf-1kRtZo2Ame51KtA2Mshruy_rddyiGYhOFC/s320/ksu2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467246034210097682" border="0" /></a>I had a large rock in my hand. I suddenly fetched him a resounding blow on the helmet. One of the jurors gasped.<br /><br />"What happened to the helmet when I struck you just now with the stone?" I asked.<br /><br />"You just made a sound," Smith replied. [. . .]<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXD2m9Gz2mkQFmX9wgBWXvkVCj6_d3f7TMkhdJcaCi0yeJQsoxV_NmS1Y-flnSbvjeovR4HUei63qNNRwpFJ4QAfATT3W5C5MMFsrBSbkJANTv9nwLKvcriAe-5sLy47rTF-hi/s1600/ksu-sandy-scheuer.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXD2m9Gz2mkQFmX9wgBWXvkVCj6_d3f7TMkhdJcaCi0yeJQsoxV_NmS1Y-flnSbvjeovR4HUei63qNNRwpFJ4QAfATT3W5C5MMFsrBSbkJANTv9nwLKvcriAe-5sLy47rTF-hi/s320/ksu-sandy-scheuer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467245377502847266" border="0" /></a>After Smith had reseated himself, I had him describe the rest of his equipment -- his shirt, his leather belt, his boots. Then I asked him if he had really feared for his life in all that equipment.<br /><br />"I most certainly did," Smith asserted, his voice still muffled by the mask.<br /><br />"You did? From what, sir, were you afraid for your life?"<br /><br />"From the student that was coming at me with the rocks."<br /><br />"A hundred feet away with a rock in his hand?" I asked.<br /><br />"That is right. He was ready to throw it at me."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2I5dIYsk_SDIFOEwAz050nReKMfHE4o3HqTrtL8eZygYseGYPq5dp43___MduxwTjMjKWHFSrSsSPwiHYtC4_ElvY4S7ZcDI12XLWk1rahddkjVl_L_EIE-ZZxsYwJ-ezDwH9/s1600/ksu6-a.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2I5dIYsk_SDIFOEwAz050nReKMfHE4o3HqTrtL8eZygYseGYPq5dp43___MduxwTjMjKWHFSrSsSPwiHYtC4_ElvY4S7ZcDI12XLWk1rahddkjVl_L_EIE-ZZxsYwJ-ezDwH9/s320/ksu6-a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467246584864790242" border="0" /></a>I invited Smith to remove the mask and helmet, remarking on the thickness of the mask's rubber.<br /><br />He admitted that he had been struck on the helmet before, while on duty, and that it had never hurt him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPb3ti3kV-dhweXby0lREeK98X7uSLYKXxOheYOQK_PmGtaHBrqNwn5OKhVguNRzOBcu6lbiUjxSUJw1wuAxN86y7i-Z4WR0riR0WenwjfWCqF_-qLei6hIKYVZQB8mgNbq37J/s1600/ksu-bill-schroeder.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPb3ti3kV-dhweXby0lREeK98X7uSLYKXxOheYOQK_PmGtaHBrqNwn5OKhVguNRzOBcu6lbiUjxSUJw1wuAxN86y7i-Z4WR0riR0WenwjfWCqF_-qLei6hIKYVZQB8mgNbq37J/s400/ksu-bill-schroeder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467246959329058786" border="0" /></a>"Were you ever struck as hard as this, sir?" This time, I really clouted the helmet, which he was holding in his hand, with all my might.<br /><br />"Yes," Smith said.<br /><br />"Did it ever so much as make a dent or a bend in the helmet, sir? Look at it."<br /><br />Smith examined the helmet. "I can't see any," he said.</blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">From Joseph Kelner and James Munves, </span><span>The Kent State Coverup</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> (New York: Harper & Row, 1980), pp. 100-101.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW5S5UX1ECkpwGkXcKgh7R9HEBlDAABAmkJdOUeVJImw_dyF_IIogRLE64R9RJBxuvdlWMTetyNGutOVFJYtuAbBK-dmrA7GL3OwNpfnb3FzJoce6r9b5EM4LxJDFnjTtq5fjf/s1600/ksu13.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW5S5UX1ECkpwGkXcKgh7R9HEBlDAABAmkJdOUeVJImw_dyF_IIogRLE64R9RJBxuvdlWMTetyNGutOVFJYtuAbBK-dmrA7GL3OwNpfnb3FzJoce6r9b5EM4LxJDFnjTtq5fjf/s320/ksu13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467247416772521650" border="0" /></a>Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-50896639708017656342010-05-01T10:33:00.002-05:002010-05-01T10:34:37.059-05:00Hooray For Our Chains (32)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaYuTblO0-TQm6xf043VZv0PSAGRGY9bzDWLFC00qIjFdPZVcrYVkvjcUQBeMs6aNJxUc3Tb12x6D1ifYgQalwl71yR2_ETi6tmN1t-j10Vzc7pJxfqNxrfh4OiwSUusfp74xW/s1600/newyorker36.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaYuTblO0-TQm6xf043VZv0PSAGRGY9bzDWLFC00qIjFdPZVcrYVkvjcUQBeMs6aNJxUc3Tb12x6D1ifYgQalwl71yR2_ETi6tmN1t-j10Vzc7pJxfqNxrfh4OiwSUusfp74xW/s400/newyorker36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466325381348121570" border="0" /></a>Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-82953280419523170682010-04-28T08:36:00.002-05:002010-04-28T11:05:13.357-05:00They Abstract Butter from the Milk and Leave Verdigris in the Utensils<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrP8khAd50oxEijHhXAR7uX8ZUlLjyNdVsqxJ1PicgRHJ3_0i9kG6q4OS-OITKor3-IHbFsbszoYOPnTlLHSRsGQ_1yTK7PYY-1dbUxwndD_37D4dIi54acpNmFgDF6eXQ6e_h/s1600/krauthammer.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrP8khAd50oxEijHhXAR7uX8ZUlLjyNdVsqxJ1PicgRHJ3_0i9kG6q4OS-OITKor3-IHbFsbszoYOPnTlLHSRsGQ_1yTK7PYY-1dbUxwndD_37D4dIi54acpNmFgDF6eXQ6e_h/s320/krauthammer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465023919824314866" border="0" /></a>In the corner opposite Charles Krauthammer is a little altar with conventional icons and gewgaws and a number of prayer books lying pell-mell around.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHQJwD96-O-_1VsoE6Y61Tr-eTRVbsXQJ0N1WZLsrQWK_YDZfJC0_aUuDeH5VK1fsmf1w6hxK_PQtXRjDKT3muIBKRGT7ckIliIL7EtDaIaknDsTepU7pU5v3i6eq0WICMC8h/s1600/shimmy-window26.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHQJwD96-O-_1VsoE6Y61Tr-eTRVbsXQJ0N1WZLsrQWK_YDZfJC0_aUuDeH5VK1fsmf1w6hxK_PQtXRjDKT3muIBKRGT7ckIliIL7EtDaIaknDsTepU7pU5v3i6eq0WICMC8h/s320/shimmy-window26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465024687604771906" border="0" /></a>"When the Incas had a crop failure," Charles Krauthammer said, "they would take somebody up to a hill and execute them. <a href="http://mediamatters.org/mmtv/201004270055">This process is the same. Except that it has a little less dignity.</a> I'm sure the language was cleaner in the Inca process."<br /><br />Goldman Sachs is a compromise between myth and history, between cyclical time which still dominates production and irreversible time where money clashes and regroups.<br /><br />Charles Krauthammer is reluctant to make such confessions.<br /><br />Now the wicket is open. Goldman Sachs CEO Lloyd Blankfein ushers us through the dark and stivy corridor to the rear, where a few petroleum boxes are offered us as seats.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglnu_ZEQ6Yyll266naLWjWtMsK-S6GVzDar0sB4JH0geauVq-pHGLZq0O-v67iy4covdVA-bjYRL5EAhfDbn37Gjx4ktKkUHY6zB_eqNjcYdSqa5caQZoLJFTKSmp2rClr205N/s1600/tourre.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglnu_ZEQ6Yyll266naLWjWtMsK-S6GVzDar0sB4JH0geauVq-pHGLZq0O-v67iy4covdVA-bjYRL5EAhfDbn37Gjx4ktKkUHY6zB_eqNjcYdSqa5caQZoLJFTKSmp2rClr205N/s320/tourre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465025907410231026" border="0" /></a> Fabrice Tourre has sense enough to know that only in sulfur is the phylactery which destroys the phylloxera.<br /><br />And what do you do, Charles Krauthammer, when you are not working in your vineyard or praying?<br /><br />"To break the monotony of the rows," he said, "a fig, an apricot, an almond, or an olive spreads its umbrageous boughs."<br /><br />Fabrice Tourre exposes dry ditches in little wind-rows of sand, scintillating, with mystical carbuncles.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2st9-UhJFo5EWtnZfkE5veK8Rp8aLni36CIKBfTE7rOjBWKN_5ATuAetnQK2BW635Nn7Dn6oCdsVZnGk0WXUaODzr1-VXE9DQ3yUKrvvM4koj376axNDPyga7pV27-jSuT40/s1600/tourre2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2st9-UhJFo5EWtnZfkE5veK8Rp8aLni36CIKBfTE7rOjBWKN_5ATuAetnQK2BW635Nn7Dn6oCdsVZnGk0WXUaODzr1-VXE9DQ3yUKrvvM4koj376axNDPyga7pV27-jSuT40/s320/tourre2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465026590169432642" border="0" /></a>"The minute Goldman Sachs sells something to its customer, it no longer owns that security <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/steven-g-brant/the-death-of-goldman-sach_b_554371.html">and has the opposite interest to its client regarding that security,"</a> said Lloyd Blankfein.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2st9-UhJFo5EWtnZfkE5veK8Rp8aLni36CIKBfTE7rOjBWKN_5ATuAetnQK2BW635Nn7Dn6oCdsVZnGk0WXUaODzr1-VXE9DQ3yUKrvvM4koj376axNDPyga7pV27-jSuT40/s1600/tourre2.jpg"><br /></a>"I liked him much," Senator Carl Levin said, "and often I would bring him some of our cookery. How did he live in the forest?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4TDBXGW9TsxhVh7NIYHYVWFz0vPu5zw4NRGu0xjbAlhGm1rno_JtbH_Mv-Zfeh_7W7JJHcpZ9IrV00x8R2qKambqmIY0a6PE6AoOmj3-YuRihBp-aVHvjBt3DMaw86IXY3ea8/s1600/shimmy-window27.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4TDBXGW9TsxhVh7NIYHYVWFz0vPu5zw4NRGu0xjbAlhGm1rno_JtbH_Mv-Zfeh_7W7JJHcpZ9IrV00x8R2qKambqmIY0a6PE6AoOmj3-YuRihBp-aVHvjBt3DMaw86IXY3ea8/s320/shimmy-window27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465169568706927858" border="0" /></a>"We proceeded to sell certain positions outright and hedge our long positions in an attempt to achieve results," replied David Viniar, CFO of Goldman Sachs. "As always, <a href="http://www.cleveland.com/newsflash/index.ssf?/base/national-17/127240628017190.xml&storylist=washington&thispage=3">the clients who bought our long positions -- or other similar positions -- believed they were attractive positions to purchase at the price they were offered."</a><br /><br />Regionalisms and radiologists, mundane rankings in hierarchies of contagion, a magical ontological superiority -- entourages aroused by an endless suite of ludicrous composers, from sprees to elevators.<br /><br />"As with our own beliefs, our clients' beliefs <a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-503983_162-20003509-503983.html">sometimes proved to be correct and sometimes incorrect,"</a> David Viniar added.Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-76333539064517083732010-04-11T21:33:00.003-05:002010-04-11T21:34:58.291-05:00My Index<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjzHfPlK_H0Oe7jDVkw3jJLs1NA92yx7tuuc5ljHY7BTtTu5xOYAdpO4hTqG9vyeOlgDLlQ0YQ9zvucyx2gyoR7020pL2Dwam9ENfXHIeHyV_4r6632YY6u8TpIitKnOg2cEV9/s1600/shimmy-beanbag18.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjzHfPlK_H0Oe7jDVkw3jJLs1NA92yx7tuuc5ljHY7BTtTu5xOYAdpO4hTqG9vyeOlgDLlQ0YQ9zvucyx2gyoR7020pL2Dwam9ENfXHIeHyV_4r6632YY6u8TpIitKnOg2cEV9/s320/shimmy-beanbag18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459072759440359842" border="0" /></a>Percentage of Democrats in 2006 who said, "Things will come to life and their lips will lisp and lisp: 'Yum-yum-yum'": 21<br /><br />Percentage of Democrats in March 2003 who said, "Almighty, you concocted a pair of hands, arranged for everyone to have a head; but why didn't you see to it that one could without torture kiss, and kiss and kiss": 46<br /><br />Percentage of Americans who think that torture is "sometimes" or "often" justified to empty the Wastebasket Enemy Combatant of candy wrappers, torn-up junk mail, takeout restaurant menus, and literary magazine subscription advertisements: 54<br /><br />Chance that a person currently on the U.S. terrorism watch list will sniff the remnants of a bowl of yogurt with his or her wet nose before licking: 1 in 117<br /><br />Percentage of population growth India's health minister says can "be reduced through TV" because watchers believe that "the yellow journalism and anti-Catholic propaganda seen in some attacks on Pope Benedict, from demands for his resignation to convening an 'inquisition,' <a href="http://www.catholicprwire.com/headline.php?ID=8891">rival the same rhetoric once found in the former Soviet news agency, TASS, or in the vitriolic ranting of Nazi Josef Goebbels":</a> 42<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdclKTGvoVlpdkA6JM82E1w1c9qbR9UWOD8LgYyMyq0GaLvIAO1Hr6e6_R9pFXSg6kLRT0sS7ptKYwKa6cGxm6627hzTHmBY6plQPoDELKMcDzzXEOytG_P2KxEID3qJV5OMAA/s1600/shimmy-beanbag20.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdclKTGvoVlpdkA6JM82E1w1c9qbR9UWOD8LgYyMyq0GaLvIAO1Hr6e6_R9pFXSg6kLRT0sS7ptKYwKa6cGxm6627hzTHmBY6plQPoDELKMcDzzXEOytG_P2KxEID3qJV5OMAA/s320/shimmy-beanbag20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459073266307203106" border="0" /></a>Average number of water bugs consumed each day by a U.S. adult before falling asleep in the bathtub: 105,000<br /><br />Percentage of Americans last fall who said the United States should slide my food dish halfway across the kitchen floor so that the movement of the water might mimic the fall of bathtub spigot water: 49<br /><br />Number of years since the poll began in 1994 that this number was so high: 0<br /><br />Percentage of Americans who pay for DNA tests each year to determine their children's paternity who say, "It was not the fault of Jesus if he was betrayed by Judas. Nor is it the fault of a bishop if one of his priests sullies himself with grave crimes. <a href="http://www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/frontpage/2010/0408/1224267896125.html">And certainly, it is not the responsibility of the pontiff":</a> 3<br /><br />Percentage of U.S. workers aged 22 to 33 who said in 2008 they hoped to fall asleep under the comforter even if their neighbor is running an insolent, caustic leaf blower outside the bedroom window: 14<br /></div>Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-83298377479220778072010-04-05T08:51:00.001-05:002010-04-05T08:51:00.070-05:00The Vatican vs. Gertrude Stein (Part XXV)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8w4CyiKbOeKdt9fSwaw02R0gdfKPVJsyqN5awcvWvqbuKCgPpf7YnZ8svObD_vPK2s5LnQGTPhnhgZLH2g1Fc0Jj0VbWAC9QRhow60SkZykvZWkc8JwkmjljBhLrT603DsZsJ/s1600/stein28.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8w4CyiKbOeKdt9fSwaw02R0gdfKPVJsyqN5awcvWvqbuKCgPpf7YnZ8svObD_vPK2s5LnQGTPhnhgZLH2g1Fc0Jj0VbWAC9QRhow60SkZykvZWkc8JwkmjljBhLrT603DsZsJ/s320/stein28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456649605279097458" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE VATICAN: </span>Recent media reports on sexual abuse allegations within the Catholic Church <a href="http://www.catholicnewsagency.com/news/satan_behind_media_attacks_on_the_pope_asserts_italian_exorcist/">are prompted by the devil.</a> There is no doubt about it. Because Benedict XVI is a marvelous Pope and worthy successor to John Paul II, it is clear that the devil wants to "grab hold" of him. The devil wants <a href="http://www.snapnetwork.org/">the death of the Church</a> because she is the mother of all the saints. He combats the Church through the men of the Church, but he can do nothing to the Church.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">GERTRUDE STEIN: </span>There is no pope.Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-84451871427050172792010-03-30T08:29:00.001-05:002010-03-30T08:30:07.360-05:00Hooray For Our Chains (31)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6UML6bDkqoQnK11fRF71FX8mf1zC04bGQ6tv1_VhurBEAFx4xtyuRHHCNBQm33yQ733-4GABrh1h968FoWZyOpktBSWleYRCvtrpZ9Bboipw6SDA1Q4-faxSvony8D0MGW4r3/s1600/newyorker35.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6UML6bDkqoQnK11fRF71FX8mf1zC04bGQ6tv1_VhurBEAFx4xtyuRHHCNBQm33yQ733-4GABrh1h968FoWZyOpktBSWleYRCvtrpZ9Bboipw6SDA1Q4-faxSvony8D0MGW4r3/s400/newyorker35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453396200343631954" border="0" /></a>Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-19335693110370598422010-03-26T07:35:00.001-05:002010-03-26T08:00:12.853-05:00"It's September 11th all over again except we didn't have the collapsing buildings"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2-YwROwmBBnFj9IixGbEHk65gRgePktE_znYH4ZF0omIjKNeW2OcnJNSQhXpxwGsbazUIMwuhj32MVJuCGmV_uIY0XkSpt2qB4fIekXiunTUbRWSoA73gmJ4ToeG15uupaCj0/s1600/cantor.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2-YwROwmBBnFj9IixGbEHk65gRgePktE_znYH4ZF0omIjKNeW2OcnJNSQhXpxwGsbazUIMwuhj32MVJuCGmV_uIY0XkSpt2qB4fIekXiunTUbRWSoA73gmJ4ToeG15uupaCj0/s320/cantor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452770736304583314" border="0" /></a><a href="http://voices.washingtonpost.com/44/2010/03/cantor-lashes-out-at-democrats.html">Eric Cantor</a> came to this world in a cracked pipkin and said, "The Mortar at least is mine." And in this Mortar he mixes, and titrates with Glenn Beck's pestle, some of his fantasy and insight.<br /><br />If I say the glass is shattered, if these be of putridenous mixture, if the contents are excellent and my water bowl on the kitchen floor is cracked, then the ooze won't smell of ambergris and musk.<br /><br />"I can conceive of a power," Eric Cantor says, "which can create a beautiful parti-colored sunflower from the 2,074-page <a href="http://energycommerce.house.gov/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=1687&catid=156&Itemid=55">'Affordable Health Care for America Act'</a> that is being shoved down the throat of Americans who want to start over from a clean sheet of paper and take a step-by-step approach without rationing care or empowering government bureaucrats at the expense of patients and doctors. It shall be yours if you come. It's the best cell in the hermitage."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbAvHV1Kv34nj4HOoSq2fwV6DTbP0sbMF1GNIkmjvVaELOFemOqljSe5jj5lb3p1bKBddoaMDDiVNL6jSOSOcvagNhZBPbHiMrd2toiuiXGYp6NX13z4OBh4dLQXconomapsbY/s1600/shmmy-headshot.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbAvHV1Kv34nj4HOoSq2fwV6DTbP0sbMF1GNIkmjvVaELOFemOqljSe5jj5lb3p1bKBddoaMDDiVNL6jSOSOcvagNhZBPbHiMrd2toiuiXGYp6NX13z4OBh4dLQXconomapsbY/s320/shmmy-headshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452771265210026866" border="0" /></a>Glenn Beck struck the window in a downward direction, landing on the floor about a foot from the Wastebasket Enemy Combatant. <a href="http://mediamatters.org/mmtv/201003250060">"It's September 11 all over again except we didn't have the collapsing buildings,"</a> he said. "We need God more than ever.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZmywDAHO7l-PVfXCvDUfU8JovbVqRO6h5UvukAEMOwaln_mVR2JfUriYmenTObxEDA382A152Weky_I3SWXjdyP64q9eJeW798C0okJHyTU70GXVnAkcefotUhYF33N23AbY/s1600/shimmy-bed13.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZmywDAHO7l-PVfXCvDUfU8JovbVqRO6h5UvukAEMOwaln_mVR2JfUriYmenTObxEDA382A152Weky_I3SWXjdyP64q9eJeW798C0okJHyTU70GXVnAkcefotUhYF33N23AbY/s320/shimmy-bed13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452772096905894002" border="0" /></a>Eric Cantor measured the kleptomaniac Sarah Palin's ankle. In recognition of his favor, she made a plush tobacco bag on which the name "Eric Cantor" was worked in gold threads, and sent it to him wrapped in a silk handkerchief.<br /><br />"I do not confess in private," Eric Cantor said, "and cannot sleep within doors. I offered one of these wafers to my donkey and he would not eat it. I felt insulted, and never after did I pilfer a wafer."<br /><br />The boys in the congregation tittered gleefully. John Boehner descended into the vineyard with dried figs in a blue kerchief. He walked among the crowd. He peeped every fortnight into the village to keep up, at least, his practice of human speech.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzg7ShP7ngri5UndYqlB3E2SnK11crks7G1F5PSMZsXZEy2Y5_6DSewJjipBWGsNKcBgTmzvJ04PRKPaEO82XsA-jHkI25nvIxPpqV3XbCnjUY_vsGfHNStbPu64UkgaYaVBBW/s1600/boehner.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzg7ShP7ngri5UndYqlB3E2SnK11crks7G1F5PSMZsXZEy2Y5_6DSewJjipBWGsNKcBgTmzvJ04PRKPaEO82XsA-jHkI25nvIxPpqV3XbCnjUY_vsGfHNStbPu64UkgaYaVBBW/s200/boehner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452777748843806994" border="0" /></a>This larva is a flickering taper under a bushel. In the corner, three petroleum cans containing provisions. Nearby, an old pair of shoes in which are stuck a few candles, a handful of figs, and a pinch of incense which John Boehner gives us as a token of his love and blessing.Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-1945729640805934232010-03-17T16:16:00.001-05:002010-03-17T16:17:01.474-05:00The Lavender is Melting Into the Heliotrope, the Constellations are Dying Out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6J78e27St_J9dFJpw_ofm_xYwVyAQGyEjIb45bEHSb0CGKit7dQj8KjZc48_DmyQwOlYzF2Q-jDnBkUWx95pYWpL135eGJmZBcqmeTAQ-ZvlrCepAckjP6aYWqB8NDERyUaka/s1600-h/shimmy-beanbag17.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6J78e27St_J9dFJpw_ofm_xYwVyAQGyEjIb45bEHSb0CGKit7dQj8KjZc48_DmyQwOlYzF2Q-jDnBkUWx95pYWpL135eGJmZBcqmeTAQ-ZvlrCepAckjP6aYWqB8NDERyUaka/s320/shimmy-beanbag17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449602845601136626" border="0" /></a>I am waygone, Mayakovsky Tree. Snow birds are passing by. I can't forgive the luring rill.<br /><br />We could not prevent Glenn Beck from receiving Eric Massa in bed as he would a tedious guest at afternoon tea.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3EAqkNfuIfK7TXXSW-n7UH2NYfBEqK7Zhf4D4OsAfeyKbnER10fQX_xFjtq7bkplJNBWNHCWkYBx6PsBpZRrduSriIKQYBc0Xt2bFWBz_KkFFNTydA6f0iXVTiqcJd9GYpFcK/s1600-h/mayakovsky9.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3EAqkNfuIfK7TXXSW-n7UH2NYfBEqK7Zhf4D4OsAfeyKbnER10fQX_xFjtq7bkplJNBWNHCWkYBx6PsBpZRrduSriIKQYBc0Xt2bFWBz_KkFFNTydA6f0iXVTiqcJd9GYpFcK/s320/mayakovsky9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449602944903693506" border="0" /></a>A glint in a giant eye, a skidding cloud, a glob of lime. Glenn Beck moves a flipper and swims onward through the void, varying with the librations of the moon.<br /><br />Now I must either retrace my steps or cross the gorge with my fur cap, shoe strings, and my little skiff -- the heavens under which domes and turrets and minarets arise.<br /><br />Glenn Beck's flourishing and odoriferous power and glory will make the body cleaner, healthier, stronger, happier, trenchant, impregnable, narrow, and mean.<br /><br />So there we are, Mayakovsky Tree, seeming and simulating on our way back to the kitchen from the living room window sill. <span id="intelliTXT">A squirrel </span><a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,588685,00.html"><span id="intelliTXT">tickles your bole until you can't breathe</span></a><span id="intelliTXT"> and four guys jump on top of you. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs5Vv2vprFQGDjGHjwUismbPLeChr0KiisgHW9hWm5fb77Q2mMgbd5TBxdtr2lmYxMexD9NaosyQwsvVzlJZWjHOWjL7SSvYQ2SkPUCQXxcJkK-p2MhhRWrAnA9xtgWex5taKJ/s1600-h/shmmy-loveseat2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs5Vv2vprFQGDjGHjwUismbPLeChr0KiisgHW9hWm5fb77Q2mMgbd5TBxdtr2lmYxMexD9NaosyQwsvVzlJZWjHOWjL7SSvYQ2SkPUCQXxcJkK-p2MhhRWrAnA9xtgWex5taKJ/s320/shmmy-loveseat2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449603097472729986" border="0" /></a>Glenn Beck, the tedious rosary simpleton, claims he <a href="http://www.alternet.org/media/145978/massa_ruins_glenn_beck%27s_day%3B_admits_to_groping_%22tickle_fight%22_with_staffer">doesn't know anything about tickle fights in the Navy.</a> But often in his wanderings and divagations, Glenn Beck gives us fresh proof that no two opposing elements meet and fuse without working themselves up to sweaty ecstasies of gain.<br /><br />The ochre veins of the lime cliffs are now perceptible. This hardly secures for them flowers and lentils the year round. Mayakovsky Tree, the trees in the distance seem like rain clouds. Welcome to my mulberry sticks, my dried pine needles -- your monks ogling on the pine roof of the abbey.<span id="intelliTXT"><br /></span>Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-65506527855975346112010-03-11T07:07:00.000-06:002010-03-11T07:07:09.634-06:00Hooray For Our Chains (30)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFZk8ztczxeErb9YovYwWGXs_vJzlSong7cPzCflCY-eMRvPer6555Qi66454MqMnETaPcFW-A4mq_QoOXoqfIEfHwwrFypNHfMyQ3Ye2OEF0G2826NrvjFaAggY3k_Lj5S088/s1600-h/newyorker34.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFZk8ztczxeErb9YovYwWGXs_vJzlSong7cPzCflCY-eMRvPer6555Qi66454MqMnETaPcFW-A4mq_QoOXoqfIEfHwwrFypNHfMyQ3Ye2OEF0G2826NrvjFaAggY3k_Lj5S088/s400/newyorker34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447361747259297362" border="0" /></a>Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-13296020250832488002010-03-10T08:16:00.002-06:002010-03-10T08:19:34.626-06:00Liz Cheney Obsecrating, Beating the Shepherd and the Tinkling Bell of His Wether<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQsEJWMItE-KnpE91wdCdhdC_vuQrDJOuEu5P1JAk-wqQtp1JAI7_DZPjxYhfEPt2VSMNOvAvZ1U5_f2j17ECZH3BcFDXQauJQdvjuj6GtNzcbOv7JmoyzptarutZss10qe_p/s1600-h/shimmy-beanbag16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQsEJWMItE-KnpE91wdCdhdC_vuQrDJOuEu5P1JAk-wqQtp1JAI7_DZPjxYhfEPt2VSMNOvAvZ1U5_f2j17ECZH3BcFDXQauJQdvjuj6GtNzcbOv7JmoyzptarutZss10qe_p/s320/shimmy-beanbag16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447007685386056258" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/03/10/michael-mukasey-slams-liz_n_492789.html">Liz Cheney furrows her cheeks</a> and rubs her black eyes of their luster and spark. I am greeted by the bleat of the sheep and the low of the kine. Such wild and simple joy, applauding the peptic host and toastmaster in the most sequestered, the most dreary, place I have yet seen.<br /><br />Liz Cheney boils cabbage and heaps it on a plate over a slice of corn-beef. Liz Cheney issues allocutions and pamphlets.<br /><br />Tony West, Joseph Guerra, Beth Brinkmann, Jonathan Cedarbaum, Eric Columbus, Tali Farhadian, Karl Thompson, Neal Katyal, and Jennifer Daskal <a href="http://articles.latimes.com/2010/mar/04/nation/la-na-justice-conflicts4-2010mar04">deliquesce in grief,</a> feeding the trees and herbiage with their dust.<br /><br />Hence, Liz Cheney's suspicious growth, her luster and lustiness, her allocutions and pamphlets. What a contrast between Liz Cheney and the swarthy, leathery, hungry-looking potters. I cannot believe that to produce one roseate complexion, she must etiolate a thousand.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV2bqVzBSrXdn4mePuLhbtQePpMeyMWyHfHtel7N2L1H8GckkRMl8oxiVu9-qpZ9TkLkS8vjmsZjHagjYUHgF29nA9vjWPEE2h_nOubX1WS1kB4HuwSqyuh7ZtRkeVx_iFlQmc/s1600-h/shimmy-tub29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV2bqVzBSrXdn4mePuLhbtQePpMeyMWyHfHtel7N2L1H8GckkRMl8oxiVu9-qpZ9TkLkS8vjmsZjHagjYUHgF29nA9vjWPEE2h_nOubX1WS1kB4HuwSqyuh7ZtRkeVx_iFlQmc/s400/shimmy-tub29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447009612643730322" border="0" /></a>I smell larvae and cocoons. Liz Cheney hates the mulberry; she hates the worms, though they be the silk-making kind.<br /><br />In the empty wicker newspaper basket under the bed, Liz Cheney, you will find a few back issues of the <span style="font-style: italic;">New Yorker</span>, a postcard album, and a gramophone! Nowhere else can the vinter buy a dolium for his vine, or the priest a pipkin for his oil.Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-8335042304820787102010-03-02T22:29:00.000-06:002010-03-02T22:30:02.940-06:00Sarah Palin Reads a Eulogium of Her Own Composition, For Which She Receives a Silver Medal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDDJocvGdrROv_VAGulwUMKmaRoixwFKiXe4yZWDkb0wKUZ_56GbGa4ZUo51rn5jr-GrA6AnAyVdFOhv6uXBvRQprNFJ0Xq3wuJzvEYJhYpQQFNJUQzDSYr7f85KnptABawYR6/s1600-h/shimmy-beanbag15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDDJocvGdrROv_VAGulwUMKmaRoixwFKiXe4yZWDkb0wKUZ_56GbGa4ZUo51rn5jr-GrA6AnAyVdFOhv6uXBvRQprNFJ0Xq3wuJzvEYJhYpQQFNJUQzDSYr7f85KnptABawYR6/s320/shimmy-beanbag15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444255463952385810" border="0" /></a>But all that is really happening is that Sarah Palin is displaying and reproducing herself at a higher level of intensity. What is presented as true life <a href="http://www.bopsecrets.org/SI/debord/6.htm">turns out to be merely a more <span style="font-style: italic;">truly spectacular</span> life.</a><br /><br />The miserable God resists her skill and physic. I clap one paw upon the other and compose a threnody, raptures with a little local coloring. Something is snoring in the radiator, groaning under the incubus of Roger Ailes.<br /><br />Sarah Palin is showing the Mayakovsky Tree how glass is made, how colors are extracted from pigments, how to measure and count, and how to communicate human thought.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFw_XAalngC2nAMlWog-H5zp62Ztute9fgAa_10PDt7JK3kd6nvnzdVur4930wmLW1MqBR7tbg1Pol6BikWjZkZpbw-xe7L8yzLm0_QoEz2qpLqn5Tnb8KhG9pmCxibHyNWsm/s1600-h/rogerailes6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFw_XAalngC2nAMlWog-H5zp62Ztute9fgAa_10PDt7JK3kd6nvnzdVur4930wmLW1MqBR7tbg1Pol6BikWjZkZpbw-xe7L8yzLm0_QoEz2qpLqn5Tnb8KhG9pmCxibHyNWsm/s320/rogerailes6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444257237307448146" border="0" /></a>Roger Ailes drops the nargileh tube from his hand and dozes on the divan beneath the window that opens onto Greenview Avenue. The entire consumable time of Roger Ailes eventually is treated as raw material for various new products put on the market as socially controlled uses of time.<br /><br />I know nothing about gold mines and syndicates. Sarah Palin, hearing the parley without, growls behind the scene and orders Roger Ailes gruffly to the court -- through a dark, stivy arcade on both sides of which are dark, stivy cells used as stables.<br /><br />This, while she draws from the nargileh the smoke I cannot relish. She blows the nargileh smoke in Roger Ailes's face, a rebuke to the extravagant tendencies of those who desire that eggs and cheese are sold in the stores with honey, fig-jam, and green olives: the reality of time has been replaced by the <span style="font-style: italic;">publicity</span> of time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW9lC6OpOiwVxIct5O6qNcwtzOnQZ7c1TWLqdMPX1zwhABl-0qNWq87mZ5fK8B7uHQqgGIxwp6hnm8Ux8wbJKuxmoRD9bypGR0wrc13EtdHga9l-u5Hm0Tnyy1pJ9zHBcNUqTY/s1600-h/shimmy-beanbag14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW9lC6OpOiwVxIct5O6qNcwtzOnQZ7c1TWLqdMPX1zwhABl-0qNWq87mZ5fK8B7uHQqgGIxwp6hnm8Ux8wbJKuxmoRD9bypGR0wrc13EtdHga9l-u5Hm0Tnyy1pJ9zHBcNUqTY/s320/shimmy-beanbag14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444258678795026162" border="0" /></a>Late in the evening, after she relates the length of Roger Ailes's sorrows, three mattresses (all she had) are laid on the straw mat near each other, with three pointed arches in the facade and a gable of pink tiles (but here are quoins, oriels, embrasures, segmental arches, and other luxuries of architecture). She is exclusively dominated by leisure time and vacations -- moments portrayed, like all spectacular commodities, at a distance and as desirable by definition. Moments explicitly presented as moments in Sarah Palin's real life, whose cyclical return we are supposed to look forward to.Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-30958460005414196702010-02-22T07:43:00.002-06:002010-02-22T07:45:05.351-06:00Hooray For Our Chains (29)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqtL9S1FdfJRoUNVFrIXjbVpBk9PMqMGp_aL3SIrikqjOdJ2joomv5iN1FLdpnK72i7X9YzgKAytnyecot9De4bfB3J6Bw4nnzyVF2VghlTa1TsC3nd47PZvJQfhySx0njp3Gu/s1600-h/newyorker33.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqtL9S1FdfJRoUNVFrIXjbVpBk9PMqMGp_aL3SIrikqjOdJ2joomv5iN1FLdpnK72i7X9YzgKAytnyecot9De4bfB3J6Bw4nnzyVF2VghlTa1TsC3nd47PZvJQfhySx0njp3Gu/s400/newyorker33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441063296200153906" border="0" /></a>Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17495943.post-88626669778002677652010-02-19T19:49:00.001-06:002010-02-19T19:51:11.927-06:00Triple Abracadabra Blessing Silent as the Pines<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRbngbnexV8gT68s6H_27cyTd7WIZITWACIOopAK7SdnzjXFn-pFmZuaEdQe0Z3IFrl9F54nUZwP0H3vnFXcwMWEoc8hnF_fJ74lLtIpsWyLiGkc_iGpPPNyWf4OVd7vn-Ndpo/s1600-h/shimmy-window22.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRbngbnexV8gT68s6H_27cyTd7WIZITWACIOopAK7SdnzjXFn-pFmZuaEdQe0Z3IFrl9F54nUZwP0H3vnFXcwMWEoc8hnF_fJ74lLtIpsWyLiGkc_iGpPPNyWf4OVd7vn-Ndpo/s320/shimmy-window22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440012773938852466" border="0" /></a>"I'm not starving for pleasure," the Mayakovsky Tree said, "nor for the free love of an exquisite caprice. Your ardor is exhausting."<br /><br />Rise above him? <a href="http://media.www.jhunewsletter.com/media/storage/paper932/news/2010/02/18/NewsFeatures/Yoo-Defends.Interrogation.Tactics.At.Fas-3875462.shtml">If John Yoo makes a savage so good,</a> he has well served his purpose. John Yoo, squirrel and rover and ravener, manslayer and thief, <a href="http://www.democracynow.org/2010/2/18/headlines/johns_hopkins_students_disrupt_yoo_speech">is in his house of mohair the kindest host and most generous of men.</a> Every new mischance makes us forget these strange coincidences.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtSGSpNtq_3tlkBe8pi_5HC3lIhIIM5wvuKcK8-CmL1RYqn7sP5uR-HSVktU8RcryYDQPDZytLCecA5hTahj4zHbs5CBwvy2umZcFUZcWFH0EgOOJVGEIuSW3DlBz3NtDHnHf/s1600-h/detournement2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtSGSpNtq_3tlkBe8pi_5HC3lIhIIM5wvuKcK8-CmL1RYqn7sP5uR-HSVktU8RcryYDQPDZytLCecA5hTahj4zHbs5CBwvy2umZcFUZcWFH0EgOOJVGEIuSW3DlBz3NtDHnHf/s320/detournement2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440013943578503506" border="0" /></a>What if my saliva blossoms on the jasmine? I can flee the quidnunc on the window sill across the street but not the torturing curiosity of the orange tree.<br /><br />A truce now to ambiguities. Things will revert to their previous state of rot before you mow the thistle-fields. John Yoo, the baleful squirrel in the bole, borrows from the Mayakovsky Tree what the deeper and higher mind of the Mayakovsky Tree no longer believes. He welters in the mud with the lowest and most degenerate.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3tJyyHFhsX3x0Du3EbrMyoTVRPBI_mr4_2g0IAUKqGotxdWVw_MsjFrSE6_RIZH1vZfm4V31cTViG9TQnUyO4wENQihETLNs1QUN45FCEnfig6VlrFZcMsm2gg7JFEx8RyknI/s1600-h/shimmy-headshot21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3tJyyHFhsX3x0Du3EbrMyoTVRPBI_mr4_2g0IAUKqGotxdWVw_MsjFrSE6_RIZH1vZfm4V31cTViG9TQnUyO4wENQihETLNs1QUN45FCEnfig6VlrFZcMsm2gg7JFEx8RyknI/s200/shimmy-headshot21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440136384452206002" border="0" /></a>Even Samuel Alito can be longwinded and shortsighted on occasions. <a href="http://shimmykat.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-made-mrs-alito-cry.html">Mrs. Alito cried</a> when she got up to leave the table -- I wish it were in my power to add an inch of Mayakovsky limb to hers!<br /><br />A shade of heliotrope, a pink and straw surface, a play between devotion and diabolism, a caterwauling, a votary, a tang of lubricity. An allusion to March-cats. Mrs. Alito then takes some gold pieces in her hand. Tomorrow she is coming to see my empty wicker newspaper basket bed, and to cook for me a dish of <span style="font-style: italic;">Mojadderah.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxRUZ9jneu8jdzDu7NpjRhRivnBt1StfS9uDHPEcAllXypiHB0TVB4T0-gEgnHNvftJyiQYupxIyH_EWzpsTH0kkAP13tsELA24CY-HV3i5VvharTOpTxm20Dt2cOTHR-hGx70/s1600-h/shimmy-walking-away10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxRUZ9jneu8jdzDu7NpjRhRivnBt1StfS9uDHPEcAllXypiHB0TVB4T0-gEgnHNvftJyiQYupxIyH_EWzpsTH0kkAP13tsELA24CY-HV3i5VvharTOpTxm20Dt2cOTHR-hGx70/s320/shimmy-walking-away10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440118051900691858" border="0" /></a>Ah, the old days, asleep under the ottoman! I ask her what she is going to do with all this money.<br /><br />"A policeman in a shabby uniform imagines the worst," Mrs. Alito says. "He is as oleaginous as a dust-coat in summer." A mouse inside the radiator stirs the nostrils of a whole city but brings me not a single olive. I cheer those who crown her on a dung-hill with wreaths of stable straw.Shimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134984926357545516noreply@blogger.com0