Gonzales received another report of an NSL-related violation a few weeks later. “A national security letter . . . contained an incorrect phone number” that resulted in agents collecting phone information that “belonged to a different U.S. person” than the suspect under investigation, stated a letter copied to the attorney general on May 6, 2005.
At least two other reports of NSL-related violations were sent to Gonzales, according to the new documents. In letters copied to him on Dec. 11, 2006, and Feb. 26, 2007, the FBI reported to the oversight board that agents had requested and obtained phone data on the wrong people.
In an effort to lash out at the world for the grinding horror of their sad meaningless jobs, flight attendants have taken to using sadistic paranoid hatred as a weapon against their helpless captives.
One passenger on a Delta flight from Los Angeles to Salt Lake City was arrested for leaving his seat to go to the lavatory less than 30 minutes before landing (due to the incident, air marshals ordered all passengers to put their hands on their heads for the rest of the flight).
“God is the one who chooses our rulers.”
– Katherine Harris, Our Founder
Not content with appointing herself God in her role in appointing our Commander Guy, Harris wants everyone to know that she still has an enormous set of hats. So watch out.
Also: Longboat Key Kiwanis Citizen Of The Year sez fuck all y’all bitches!
An emotionally disturbed 30 year old male poses as a 27 year old submissive female on Craigslist. Then he posts all responses with full email, contact info and pictures to a public wiki. On his blog, he asks his readers to help personally identify everyone. LOL!
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?
What’s the second cutest thing about bloodthirsty worshipers of the God-King of War? They think you’re crazy. You’re crazy because you’re somehow linked with Them. THEM! They who oppose! Strange but true. There’s no explaining the dark mysteries of conservative psychology….
What’s the cutest thing about bloodthirsty worshipers of the God-King of War?
In an effort to fight terrorism (no, seriously), Attorney General Alberto Gonzales has proposed an array of expanded intellectual property laws to Congress. Some of the highlights include the right to wiretap suspects in intellectual property crimes, and to make it a crime to attempt to infringe a copyright.
“I look forward to continuing cooperation with our government to protect America’s ideas and innovations.”said MPAA chairman and CEO Dan Glickman.
But it must be this way. To fight terrorism.
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!
(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…
Life-long Republican mayor of New Orleans Ray Nagin delivered a very moving, anger-filled outburst on the radio, which has made him something of a spokesperson for all the outrage at America’s failure in the Gulf.
But it turns out he had no reason to be shocked by the abandonment of more than 120,000 of his city’s poorest and most helpless residents. Because not only was their abandonment part of his overt plan, he was in the process of distributing DVDs to poor neighborhoods which spelled out this fact.
As I write that, I still can’t believe it.
They made a DVD to give to the poor telling them that in the event of a major hurricane, their only hope for escape was to stick the DVD up their ass, spin around like a motor boat, and make a beeline for fucking Cancun.
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.
You thought the “MSM” was too focused on the bloody realities of war? Not so fast! Gaze in wonder as Powerline’s hindrocket savors the magic of opposite day:
almost every major newspaper in America is committed to the proposition that we aren’t really in a war, so they aren’t interested
You thought violent right-wing extremists would only use the ashes of the WTC as hallowed ground? Gaze in awe-struck befuddlement as Ann Coulter drenches the graves of New York firefighters with a stream of her rancid urine:
it’s far preferable to fight them in the streets of Baghdad than in the streets of New York, where the residents would immediately surrender. That strategy appears to be working. Then again, maybe it’s just that it’s so damnably hard to find parking in New York…
Even extremist cleric Pat Robertson is losing the battle against himself in the wake of his bewitching hymnal, “Onward Christian Death Squads.”
Times are tough in Cognitive Dissonance Land. Multimillionaire propagandists suddenly find themselves sputtering like mis-programmed robots, “white crosses bad, white crosses good, good bad! bad good!” while sparks fly out the back of their heads and smoke pours out their ears.
Yes, it is satisfying in it’s own way. But when violent robots get caught in their own bad programming, things can get ugly. Stuck in gunslinger showdown mode, the lunatic automatons just keep firing away…
How many of us will they take down before they return to their true calling? Namely, schizophrenically yammering at telephone poles on street corners, finger-thrusting angrily at vapor.
Also, just so we’re clear, Little Green Footballs:
Search results for conditions victory iraq (0 matches)
One of the renowned freeway shootings just occured at the 5 and 14 interchange. Windows blown out, no injuries. The interchange is about two miles from me, and I drive through it twice a day.
NPR now does a story on the springtime freeway shootings — “a flurry.” They try to work the gang angle. From their DC headquarters, they broadcast LA television news clips at me, which is something I’ve avoided so well up to now.
“Their [police] best weapon might be commuters and their cell phones — two things Los Angeles has plenty of.”
NPR reporter: Luke Burbank
Little Murders, 1971. Eliot Gould
furthering the mood of an apocalypse occuring in my peripheral vision — as I was driving home on the freeway, I saw a streetlight flashing madly between it’s colors like a video game monster. I could only see it in the mirror between trees, so maybe it was nothing. Nothing at all.
I’ve never fully understood what global climate change deniers are thinking. First saying nothing was happening, finally admitting that an insignificant little something or other was happening, then occasionally admitting that maybe a big something was happening but that it doesn’t actually matter. What’s eight degrees, right? Hey, eight degrees! Whatever!
Such total ignorance of scale and complexity is sort of like saying that’s it would be cool if you were dropped from a height equal to a thousandth of the Earth’s diameter. Hey, come on . A thousandth! That’s like, almost nothing! What’s the problem here?
I haven’t been able to figure out if this lack of awareness is genuine brain dipped in shit stupidity, or if it’s a deeply cynical apocalyptic awareness which is just trying to rake in a few bucks before the inevitable Crash.
… it’s like a pizza delivery boy trying to imitate Harrison Ford.
Oh ye self-rightious ribbon-magnet slappers. Oh ye with-us or against-us chanters. Oh ye “never saw the movie but you know it’s all lies” — These are your people. You giggled at their shiny baubles, and pawed the air at their dangled trinkets. You licked the hardened sap from the nape of their wooden necks and called it sweat. You willingly voted for these zombie lords.
Now — as they live on, rotting in the open air, walking the earth with arms outstreched, sneering and sneering — now, you must sniff them.