they’re going to be called monsters anyway

Glenn Reynolds finally pundits his way into open threats and unambiguous fascist rhetoric:

The real danger is that we who support the war will reach the point that we say we might as well be taken as wolves then as sheep.

[P]eople assume that there’s no point in behaving morally when they’re going to be called monsters anyway. This seems rather uncontroversially obvious to me.

Could these lurid evocations of wolf packs and armed mobs really have any effect on a prosperous, well-educated, civilized nation?

Getting Even

Forbes is publishing a cover story by Daniel Lyons called “Attack of the Blogs” in which they suggest an array of techniques that defenseless corporations can use against the hideous scourge known as people with web pages. Hot tips include “If you get attacked, dig up dirt on your assailant” and “sue your attacker for defamation… chase him for years to collect damages.” Pity the underdog corporation and their packs of slavering underdog corporate lawyers.

But here’s where Forbes has caught themselves in their own trap: one of their suggestions is to “threaten to sue his Internet service provider under the Digital Millennium Copyright Act.” And as some commenters have noted, the DMCA does not require a violation of copyright — it only requires an accusation of a violation in order to force an ISP to shut down a site.

Unfortunately for Forbes, they’ve lifted many of their vengeful dirty tricks from the 1982 book: Getting Even: The Complete Book of Dirty Tricks. Not only is this a clear violation of the DMCA, it is also an insult to the original spirit of the book, since Forbes leave out all the stuff about stink bombs…

Perhaps it would be a good idea to contact the upstream providers of Forbes.com and inform them of their client’s reprehensible violations of our sacred Copyright Protections….

Daniel Lyons himself is also no stranger to dirty tricks in the name of a noble cause — he’s been on a crusade against linux and open source software in general for years… (I wonder when he stopped beating his wife?)

America

Us:

Having filled up the wife’s Suburban with gas days before, and gotten the house ready as can be, we headed off with 2 kids, 2 dogs and 3 fish that the 2 kids would not leave behind. When we left at 4:20 a.m. yesterday morning we knew things would be bad as far as traffic. Rather than joining the parking lot on I-45, which took 8 hours to drive from our location to before the North beltway on 45 (still in Houston!), we decided to use my new Microsoft GPS software and hardware and hit the back roads. Almost exactly 12 hours later, we arrived at my sister’s house in Dallas, where I’m e-mailing you from.

 

Them:

No Way Out: Tears, Anger As Some Try to Flee and Many Poor Are Stuck in Houston

Judie Anderson of La Porte, Texas, covered just 45 miles in 12 hours. She had been on the road since 10 p.m. Wednesday, headed toward Oklahoma, which by Thursday was still very far away.

“This is the worst planning I’ve ever seen,” she said. “They say, ‘We’ve learned a lot from Hurricane Katrina.’ Well, you couldn’t prove it by me.”

On Bellaire Boulevard in southwest Houston, a weeping woman and her young daughter stood on the sidewalk, surrounded by plastic bags full of clothes and blankets. “I’d like to go, but nobody come get me,” the woman said in broken English. When asked her name, she looked frightened. “No se, no se,” she said: Spanish for “I don’t know.”


Miles of Traffic as Texans Heed Order to Leave

as many as 2.5 million people jammed evacuation routes on Thursday, creating colossal 100-mile-long traffic jams that left many people stranded and out of gas as the huge storm bore down on the Texas coast.

Acknowledging that “being on the highway is a deathtrap,” Mayor Bill White asked for military help in rushing scarce fuel to stranded drivers.


Up to 24 Dead in Texas Bus-Fire Tragedy

A bus carrying nursing home residents fleeing from Hurricane Rita caught fire and was rocked by explosions Friday on a gridlocked highway near Dallas, killing as many as 24 people, authorities said.

No Fatties

Continuing to update the horror show of hurricane exploitation quotes. This one from Glenn Reynolds deserves a little extra mention since it such a clear demonstration of how rich conservatives think, which is essentially that the dumb lazy bitch deserved what she got:

Most poor people in America can afford food (that’s why so many poor people are fat). They do have other problems that make preparation less likely, though (if you’re the kind of person who thinks ahead and prepares for emergencies, you’re much less likely to be poor to begin with)

So according to Glenn Reynolds, if you’re poor, you’re probably also a stupid fatty. And stupid fatties are too stupid and fat to waddle their big fat stupid ass out of town . But obviously — because they’re so damn fat — they can afford to buy a few extra fifty cent hamburgers and keep them in storage until disaster strikes. It’s just that they’re too stupid to do that!

Stupid fatty!

(And because Bush is neither poor nor fat, he is clearly not responsible for his own administration? Hmmmm…)

I have to say that the stupid fatty defense is a fairly original entry in the list of disgusting conservative disaster responses

Hurricane exploitation – the quotes

Writing from the hurricane ravaged front-lines of Australia, a right-wing blogger digs up up some quotes which he offers as evidence of leftist hurricane exploitation. I know it’s “Hard Work” to search for quotes, and clearly the extremist right is making “Good Progress” — which leaves them little time to dig up evidence of their own fetid verbal vomit. So I’ll help out by finding a selection of some of the choicest hurricane commentary by Republicans and Republican collaborators.

there is more to see   → → →

I don’t think anyone anticipated the breach of the levees.

No one anticipated the breach of the levees?

No one anticipated the fucking breach of the fucking levees???

The lake is now level with the city and the heavy lifting helicopters needed to fill the breach have not even arrived? Four days later?

The director of FEMA is an estate planning lawyer?

As of today, in the middle of the worst natural disaster in American history, Condolezza Rice is on vacation in New York, shopping for fucking shoes on fucking 5th Avenue?

What else is there to say…

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Yeah. He actually said it. No one anticipated the breech of the fucking leeves. “No one” apparently doesn’t include FEMA, who named it one of the most critical potential disasters in America, according to the nobodies at the New York Times, in 2001.

We are all at dire risk from the self- proclaimed incompetence of these monsters.

Desolate Path to Apocalyptic Ruin

Desolate Path to Apocalyptic Ruin
by Goatwhore

The seething light inhales
Breath of mourned delight
Awaiting… The storm
Blood, fire, chaos, and war
From the black abyss
Damnation… Of the pure
Fires consume eternity

The quest for higher pain
Endless trail to an extinct plain
Obsessed with the murdering hand
This numbness covers my mind
Blind… Slowly
Breaks my laws
Almighty… Gods of war
Besiege the holy throne
Light… Betrays me

This is my alone
Drifting on the winds
Beneath midnight skies
Coldness covers my latent eyes
Snake skin forms to ignite sin
Smearing the hatred of disgust
Upon the faces of the meek

Their lips burn with the taste of plagued virtues
The hands of destiny are non-immortal
Deaths foretold of past
Condemned to repeat this disease
Loss of divinity
Divine loss of sight
Black as the cold silence

I’ve felt the wars of the empires
Breaking this seal inside for the son of all wars
For the reign of a forgotten faith
Conversion of the flame to fall to sea
Filling the oceans with all, now i will become the seas

I contest this prayer to my hatred
All man’s lies fall into sea to exist
Reburn this seal for a closing of might
The divine bound to writhe into eternity
This is my blame for the loss of the sky
To declare war over these lips of spite

Elmer Rove

Army Men

James Lileks decided to vent his anger over the dead American soldiers in Iraq not by crying out for the kind of state funeral that Italy had for it’s war dead.

No, clever warblogger that he is, Lileks decided to pointlessly vent at Iraqi blogger Salam Pax:

there’s a picture on the front page of my local paper today: third Minnesotan killed in Iraq. He died doing what you never had the stones to do: pick up a rifle and face the Ba’athists. You owe him.

Actually, you owe him, mutherfucker.

After saluting flags at gas stations for the last year, while writing proud and beautiful words about Evil and Them. After praising our administration for sending our soldiers to defend our country, then winking when there was nothing to defend us from. After talking about Noble Causes while teenagers get moved around and blown apart with as much attention as plastic army toys, which is as close as their leaders ever got to war.

Now when these very real solders are dying in a very real guerrilla war with no end in sight, attempting to rebuild a destroyed nation for a people who increasingly hate them for the destruction and the invasion… now you bravely blame a man who’s relatives and friends were killed by Saddam’s men. A person who actually has to deal with the mounting pile of shit being left by a botched occupation. How witty!

You even dare to stand on the bodies of the dead men you wanted to send to their deaths while cursing an Iraqi for pointing out the epic scope of the disaster in his country. But there’s a lot more than the three dead you use as your podium.

And among those American soldiers you just noticed, there’s also more than a hundred amputees out of about 8,000 wounded. Give or take. More every day. Hey, what does it matter when there’s a Noble Cause at hand? Something so worthy that you could say it proudly to the face of an armless man. Something so glorious that it’s truly worth all the maiming and death. Something at the very core of our American values and way of life. Something like… preventing NATO or the UN from having a political role in the occupation.

You owe them all, coward.