Thursday, April 06, 2006

If Republicans Were Smart...

Ah the world of fiction it's a great place to live. President Bush lives there. It's where Iraq is turning a corner and is definatly NOT on the verge of civil war. It's where the deficit doesn't exist. It's also wear it's ok for him to authorize leaking classified information for politcal gin. Now he hasn't said that yet but it seems likely that he will eventually have to make a case for this. Then he'll have to explain why he's lied about it for the last three years.

Scooter Libby the first White House officially indited in the Valerie Plame case, testified today that the leaking of Plame's name was indeed authorized by the Prtesident.

If Republicans were smart they would throw their Comander in Chief to the wolves. If they werte smart a Republican Senator would call for impeachment. It'll not only make them look good it will make them look better than the Democrats which are not even whole heartedly behind censureing the Prez.

In related news this man (Harry Tailor, 61) is incredibly brave. The link to the video is on the side of this PAGE.

Tina Fey's New Show

The Times has an interesting article about Tina Fey's pilot for NBC. I'm psyched. Sounds smart and edgy so maybe we'll get two episodes out of it.

In it's favor it has Alec Baldwin in it. Can't hurt but has anyone ever gone to a movie to see Alec Baldwin? (I haven't.) And Tracy Morgan who had a huge hit* with The Tracy Morgan Show a few years back. The other selling point is Tina Fey is really pretty. (See picture to the right, which is actually less flattering than most Tina Fey photos.) She's not in the show or anything, it's just a selling point for me to know attractive people can find work in TV.

*By hit I mean total failure.

Today's "Best Song Ever"

Silver Jews "Punks In The Beer Light"

I recently made the statement: "If you're ever really in need of a new Pavement album just listen to the Silver Jews." This is remarkably reductive and quite honestly a huge over-simplification of the songwriting abillity of Steve Berman. On this song (like many in his catalogue) Berman uses the shattered narrative and absurdist seemingly non-sequiter lyrical styling popularized(?) by Pavement to reflect inner termoil and his depressive bent. It's the sort of emotional honesty that Stephen Malkmus in all his fractured genius glory could never mustar.

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