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I'll head over there, but I can't post there right now. I need to get myself another log in.

Roquefort Robert wrote:I'll head over there, but I can't post there right now. I need to get myself another log in.

I'll save you the time, "blah blah blah people who want peace on both sides blah blah peace".

Doctor Detroit wrote:

Roquefort Robert wrote:I'll head over there, but I can't post there right now. I need to get myself another log in.

I'll save you the time, "blah blah blah people who want peace on both sides blah blah peace".

Thanks. I read the first line of his post from four days ago and I stopped after the third spelling/grammatical error. I'm going to need about $12.50 for that one.

The guy probably has some worthwhile opinions, but I put some value on the proper use of language as a means of effectively communicating one's thoughts & feelings. My dronings may drag on forever ("may!!" HAR!!) but, if you hang with them, the sentences are complete and they accomplish a wayward-but-successful errand.
If Gibran is too fucking lazy, or weak, to assemble actual sentences with "punctuation 'n' shit" and organize them into actual paragraphs that signal the completion of one segment of his thoughts and the beginning of another segment, then I'm not going to respect his postings enough to bother with reading them.
Which I haven't, and don't.
The guy is constantly commenting on a topic which is of considerable interest, to me, and still I have never read even one of his posts all of the way through. Not once.

gullycanyon wrote:The guy probably has some worthwhile opinions, but I put some value on the proper use of language as a means of effectively communicating one's thoughts & feelings. My dronings may drag on forever ("may!!" HAR!!) but, if you hang with them, the sentences are complete and they accomplish a wayward-but-successful errand.
If Gibran is too fucking lazy, or weak, to assemble actual sentences with "punctuation 'n' shit" and organize them into actual paragraphs that signal the completion of one segment of his thoughts and the beginning of another segment, then I'm not going to respect his postings enough to bother with reading them.
Which I haven't, and don't.
The guy is constantly commenting on a topic which is of considerable interest, to me, and still I have never read even one of his posts all of the way through. Not once.

Cross to Spot-on. I've never gotten through one of his posts either.

Actually, I have a lot of thoughts about the recent upheavals, over that-a-way, and the roles of social networks, American media, our on-going relationships with the various principals involved, and the current stances of both President Obama and the State Department, all o' that, and I'm busting to let some of them out, but I don't sense any great interest here in HFD, and I'm still in my "conscientious objector" status over there.
But, given the plummeting group-I.Q. over there, I'm pretty sure that I'm better off not reading, or logging, any posts on the topic.

One thing I will say, right here & right now, is that anyone who was quick to judge, and be highly critical of, President Obama's handling of the "Egypt Thing" was not pausing to recognize the incredibly blazing-hot potato thrust into his hands by that entire sequence of events.
And that which appears to be Over isn't really Over.

protesting: ur doin it wrong

Doctor Detroit wrote:

protesting: ur doin it wrong

Detroit apparently isn't the only place they've cut public mental health funding.

Doctor Detroit wrote:

protesting: ur doin it wrong

That's like a homemade, halal version of one of these:

Amadeus wrote:

Doctor Detroit wrote:

protesting: ur doin it wrong

That's like a homemade, halal version of one of these:

That got an out-loud guffaw out of me.

I figure it's possible that one or two Fudgeniks actually may work for the CIA. Shit, all kinds of folks work for the CIA, and they don't go around announcing it or leaving their ID-badges on the bar for The Beav to bump into when he's wiping it down and looking for the tip he didn't get.

So, just in case anybody here does work for the CIA, I have a message which I would like to publicly deliver:

About Libya's Gaddafi. (That's the way I most often see his name spelled, and as a gesture of disrespect, I'm not going to bother to check, too far, into the spelling.)
Tell your boss, and ask him to tell his boss, and on up.

We have heard plenty of stories about you fuckers taking people out. A lot of folks consider the murder of Chilean Salvador Allende to be one of the songs from your set-list. I don't know; maybe so, maybe not.
In any case, if you guys have, or get, the chance to blow Gaddafi's head clean off, I implore you to do so. Speaking as a regular old, basically standard-issue Baby Boomer American guy, I would be very pleased to hear that, somehow, a shell powerful enough to blow a hole through my car had been fired directly into his face.
My permission is meaningless, but you most certainly have my blessing.

I've been meaning to say something, a postscript to my earlier enthusiastic praise of Anderson Cooper.
I haven't lost any respect for Cooper, really; it's more that prolonged exposure, drawn from my daily attendance to his reports from, and about, North Africa, has somewhat re-arranged my view of him.

I don't think a journalist could "mean well" more than does Anderson Cooper, and he is more intelligent than is necessary, probably, for his job; additionally, he is well-educated and literate.

He is, however, a bit of a Drama Queen, as well as, seemingly, a sort of Frustrated Poet. He strains himself trying to find lyrical ways to describe events from which there is little lyricism to be gleaned. In fact, he and his "Go-To Guy" for Middle-Eastern matters, Fouad Ajami of Johns Hopkins, almost seem to make a contest out of that pursuit, with Ajami winning hands-down thanks to his willingness to sling verbal rhapsodies which, to my ears, are embarrassingly excessive and inappropriate to the situation. (As a guy who could, with some accuracy, be accused of sometimes indulging in a similar form of linguistic over-indulgence, I will say that those performances come off better in print than in person. When speaking, it's best to tone that shit down a couple of notches on the dial. While I am capable, without rehearsal or notes, of speaking in nearly the same florid fashion as the one with which I drive away internet-forum loiterers, I pointedly avoid doing so, because its apparent high-handedness is alienating. It isn't an act of "dumbing it down;" more an avoidance of verbal over-dressing for the average affair and thusly causing other folks to feel funny about their casual apparel, apparel of which they have no cause to be self-conscious.)

And, like so many TV-based journalists, the man is an Interrupter. I realize that a TV-host must stay attuned to the constraints of time & schedule and that some guests, wholly non-cognizant of those constraints, would, if allowed, prattle on for three hours, but that's not the issue to which I refer.

Cooper had a Libyan official set up for a remoter-view, last week. This was a guy who was quite prepared to act as a mouth-piece for the Gaddafi regime, to issue some sketchy statements and to obliquely reply to a few general questions.

I realize that it is difficult to "sit still" for a performance of that type, but given the chance, this oily, smirking fuck-monkey would have painted an entirely absurd picture of a situation about which some evidence is readily available & obvious; given the rope, the self-hanging was imminent and unavoidable.
But, did Cooper just shut the fuck up, for four seconds at a time, and let this dip-shit verbally paint himself into the nationally-televised dunce-cap for which he was headed? No. Cooper interrupted incessantly, barking out questions-- most of which were about the "hallucination tablets" issue, an issue which is just ridiculous enough to ignore and skip over, like a flatulence that one pretends to have not noticed-- and, despite the Libyan's courteously-phrased pleas for a chance to complete a sentence, or two, without being run over by Cooper, never once allowing his guest to have the floor long enough to string so many as seven words together free of interference from Cooper, who came off as the Ugly, Rude, Poorly-Bred American.

gullycanyon wrote:He is, however, a bit of a Drama Queen,

Hahahahaha. You're half right, at the very least. Was this interview that you speak of, live?

Cooper's sexual preferences are of no interest to me. "Don't Care" outweighs "Is He, Or Isn't He?

The interview may have been live. Don't know. At 1015PM our time, it's still dark in Libya, too.

"Interrupter" works as a tag to hang over the collectivity of today's radio & television interviewers. As a P.I. is nude without his trenchcoat or a rapper is incomplete without a sideways hat and ridiculous jewelry, the standard-issue interviewer (a) must have an axe to grind, (b) must be or feign being angry, incredulous, or both, and (c) demonstrate their anger and champion "everyman's" cause by being an asshole to whomever simultaneously represents the forces of darkness and occupies the interviewee's seat. These are supposed to be journalists, dang-it (sorry, it's Lent), not an angry spouse bickering over who's parents will be hosted for Easter dinner. I've been hearing more of this on NPR lately, which is probably why many times I'll just give up and then ride with silence.