Look at all the silly little children

If you caught Erin Burnett's Monday evening opener for her new OUT FRONT spot on CNN, you might have wondered if you were hearing correctly. I know for sure that I had to double, then triple check to be sure. And, yup, the hearing was just fine. What appears far less fine was Ms. Burnett's depiction of the Wall Street protesters as silly, oafish clowns. She actually referred to one as " "Hero" Vincent, suggesting that he had a self-aggrandizing view of his participation in the protest.
Basically, she clowned on him. And, on all of them. Totally.
But, I get it now. Mainstream media is absolutely OWNED by big $$$, and will, in no way, take the side of the little folks.
A Huffington blog this morning higlighted the inconvenience the protesters were causing local shop owners.
Maybe she should rename her blog, the Tory Times.
BTW: In case you might think that I am capping unfairly on Ms. Burnett for her skewed piece on the protests, please be advised, she has just announced her engagement to Citigroup exec David Rubulotta.
Nice reporting job Mrs. $$$.

Another BASE note

   So, lemme see if  have this business aright.
   A bunch of young Republicans at UCB held a bake sale. The price you paid depended on your claimed etnnicity. Whites paid $2, Asians $1.50, Latinos $1, Black $.75, and Native Americans $.25. Women got an additional $.25 discount.  No discounts were asssigned to persons claiming Gay as their subgroup, mostly, I guess, owing to the fact that Gays are, in the larger social context, not permitted to have the same cookies or cupcakes as non-Gays.This event was purported to be a protest against proposed laws which would take into account race, gender and ethnicity in collegiate admissions policy.
   Interesting form of protest, especially when you consider that ethnic, racial, and gender subgroups often needed to use bake sales, rent parties, and various other subgroup methods to afford tuition, housing, and food costs in a social structure which had/ has for so long denied said sub-members access to all of the above.
   For the very life of me, I am hard-pressed to recall events in which groups of Republicans anywhere have held bake sales in support of anything, or anyone at all not White, Straight, and mainstream Protestant.
   Mayhap someday, after they have a chance to get to know a few of those other folks, who might actually be enrolled in their schools.
     

B.A.S.E. Bad As Slimy Entrails

Pretty much the polar opposite of GIMMIE, a thing about which I shall rant and rail.
Tonight's topic for scorn: TERRA NOVA,  the "new" sci-fi show about a family transported back to a prehistoric setting.
It contains a plot line with a surly teen son, a formula-spouting brainiac daughter, a tough and tumble pop, a practicing MD mom, bad guys galore, hi-tech weaponry, and loads of JurassicParkasaurs.
None of this will carry this show much further into the programmers' scheduling future.
TERRA NOVA= TERRA ANTIQUA.
Nihil sub sole novum!

At The Moment

                                  At The Moment

                          At the moment of your death

                          Did you perhaps not see,

                          Each and all that signifies,

                          Of love, to you and me?

                          When closed at last, that one last time,

                          Your now unblinking eyes,

                          Held you thoughts of my dear heart,

                          And our eternal ties?

                          And will you now that you have gone

                          Still wonder at our troth?

                          As I remain, forlorn this night

                          For all that love hath wrought.

RAINBOW, DARK

                                                     

                                               Rainbow, Dark

                              Come thou with me hither.

                              See colors and prisms

                                    of sky-tossed wonder as they

                                    radiate now, soft in glowing tendrils.

                      Marvel while this wonder makes its way,

                                             Cascading now in day, where

                                    Scorpio, Libra and Gemini shall in the

                                    Dark hours of the night dance and sing.

                                    Hiding there a darker skin, one ne’er seen,

                                    Nor seen, bidden enter.

Britillations

 

BRITILLATIONS

      Could be that I am slow to comprehend. Could be that British law is slower on the upturn. Could just be that Equality Minister, Lynne Featherstone has inadvertently misplaced her copy of the Magna Carta.

   Some things are so terribly complex. Others, however, proffer no Gordian Knots requiring lengthy unravellings.

   Please, someone, whip out Alexander’s sword.

   Ms. Featherstone has, according to gay-rights activist, Peter Tatchell,

“postponed” the planned government consultation on the issue of civil partnerships and same-sex marriage. She portrays herself, and her Liberal Democratic Party, as champions of LGBT rights, seeking to “ensure that there is full implementation across Europe, of the Council of Europe’s measure to combat homophobic discrimination”.

   Not being, myself, a Brit, I confess ignorance as to the machinations of British legislative action.

   But, I’m thinking in my slow little brain, that a “conference” is an altogether mild view of her obligations to ensure full equality under law for all British citizens.

   At this exact moment, a full six months removed from Spring 2012, thousands of ostensibly equal citizens in Britain, are excluded, based solely on account of sameness of gender, from entering into binding legal contracts with other amenable, competent adults.

  Specifically, they are enjoined from entering into that historically rights-granting legal state known as marriage.

   Marriage has, after all, always been, a simple matter of agreement between amenable (sometimes), competent (usually) adults (well…).

  As in, you may have my daughter, in marriage, if you agree to give me ten goats. Or, you may have, in legal matrimony, my middle son, if you agree that he shall have hereafter, and forever, free, full title to your herd of swine.

   Simple, civil, agreement. Terms of partnership, if not endearment. A civil partnership, if you please.

   So, why a delayed conference? Why any “conference” at all? Is there a lack of clarity on the matter? What is there, exactly, that requires lengthy discussion, debate, chatter?

   Though penned a fairly long time ago, the Magna Carta was indisputably written in English. Even my slow wit can comprehend the intent of Article 29, in the updated version, circa 1297.

   “No freeman is to be taken or imprisoned or disseised of his free tenement or of his liberties or free customs, or outlawed or exiled or in any way ruined, nor will we go against such a man or send against him save by lawful judgment of his peers or by the law of the land. To no-one will we sell or deny or delay right or justice.”

   Really? Conference? March 2012?

   Sword, please! Madame, lay the scissors down!

                                                     

 Sources:

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 Content: www.telegraph.co.uk/news

               www.guardian.co.uk/profile/petertatchell

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