So deep is the hate-juice among some conservatives for John McCain that they favor an opponent over the possible (likely?—in this crazy campaign, I’m not going to say that) nominee of their own party. Jimmie Dobson has been rumbling again, for instance, and Limbaugh has been working himself into a faux-frothing-at-the-mouth fury. This more or less reminds me of the hard-core Green Party Nader voters of 2000. It’s a long standing theme in American politics going back decades when a party splits into its component factions. But nothing tops this little gem:

Of course, it’s been making the rounds and chances are good you’ve seen it already, though if you haven’t, watching Colmes’ reaction to Ann is damn funny. No, if there’s anything new to this, it’s Ann’s little line on John McCain “he has led the fight against torture at Guantanamo” about a minute in. Has “torture” been turned into a one-word talking point? WTF?

Mind-twisting quasi-logic of the John Yoo variety I understand (he is a law professor after all), but Ann goes out of her way to correct Hannity when he uses the term “interrogations”. Props for being honest, I guess, but… whoa. Chuck Norris in the movies might do that, but I’m not sure where the Chuckster stands on it in real life, and Chuck does know the difference, though evidently some conservative commentators don’t understand that ’24’ is a TV show. (Anyone know?)


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ObFascism Tag: Can’t you just see Ann as one of Josef Goebbels’ girlfriends in a different life?

Land of Enchantment to Finally Develop Economy?

by Angry Midwesterner


Someone needs to call Guinness! For once in its pitiful existence, New Mexico may be on the verge of developing an economy! For a state which currently has a pitiful GDP of $61 billion, ranking it soundly under the poverty stricken states of Arkansas and Mississippi (the poorest states overall in the nation), and placing it globally among such wonderful contemporaries as Nigeria and Bangladesh, fortunes may soon rise for New Mexico, if only the voters can find two brain cells to rub together. Are the days of New Mexico begging for handouts soon to come to a close? Will New Mexicans finally become responsible contributors to the national economy? I have my doubts, but it would be nice for them to stop free loading. Currently, for every dollar a New Mexican pays in taxes, they steal $2.00 from the national pot, making them the largest drain on our tax dollars of any US state, and second only to DC if you include federal territories.

If New Mexican voters approve the current plans for a spaceport they might finally be able to develop a serious industrial and commercial sector around it. With recent innovations and corporate support already putting out cash and interest, the time is ripe for economic development, something New Mexico could use dearly. Given the surplus of arid and open land, useless for other economic activities, New Mexico is well poised to exploit the newly developing sector of space tourism, and the industrial enterprises which are sure to crop up as space is finally opened to the private sector.If they want to cash in on this opportunity the voters will have to act quickly and decisively, as they aren’t the only ones with their eyes on the prize. Wisconsin also has plans to develop a spaceport; plans have already been approved to go forward with the new Spaceport to be situated in Sheboygan. Florida, California, Texas, and Virginia also have similar plans to pursue the economic benefit sure to be provided by such a development.

In truth, the only thing which will win this project for New Mexico will be decisive action placing them on the market first (and gaining the momentum imparted by being the first), and full support from the community, as there is little else that New Mexico can offer to make itself attractive. Unlike California, Florida, Texas, Wisconsin, and Virginia, New Mexico lacks a highly ranked University with good marks in engineering and research. The copious amounts of empty land it can offer are also assets held by California and Texas, and unlike California, Texas and Florida, it has no experience in dealing with access to space.Still if voters in New Mexico are smart enough to realize the opportunity presented by this deal, the state could be on its way to a healthy economy, and decades of prosperity as they reap the benefits of innovation. In the long run this will likely improve the quality of life enjoyed by everyone in their state, and reduce the burden they place on the shoulders of their fellow Americans, as we constantly work hard to help dig them out of their collective poverty. Please, New Mexico, for our sake and yours, vote yes on the Spaceport.

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Who the Heck Thought Handing 198 million Taxpayer Dollars to a Crazed Rich Guy is Sound Policy?

by Angry New Mexican


As the state of the union with the highest number of PhDs per capita and a 50+ year history of R&D on the most destructive weapon mankind has ever devised, we’re no strangers to bleeding-edge technology here in the Land of Enchantment. Besides, if my quick look at the Top 500 List tells me anything, we’ve probably got more computing power per capita than any other state. This isn’t a surprise; along with California, we’ve been driving serious computing for over half a century. So I suppose it’s natural, that seeing New Mexico’s brainpower, Richard Branson, would choose us as the location for his $198 million phallus spaceport.

Fortunately for Mr. Branson, New Mexico is run by a man who wants to be President and he’s failing at it miserably. So despite being bat-shit insane, Mr. Branson clearly knows a mark when he sees one, and Bill Richardson appears to have “stupid” written all over his forehead. With his proposed UNM embryonic stem cell institute in shambles (ANM: radio reports indicate the legislature nixed it, but the Internet has reported nothing yet), Mr. Richardson is desperate to piss away state money to revive his campaign. Actually, I misspoke, he’s desperate to get the population of Dona Ana county to put up the equivalent 2.7% of their yearly median household income to fund Mr. Branson’s latest crazed venture (about $49 million overall; statistics here). Despite having much better things to spend money on, Mr. Richardson is willing to put the state in hock for another $149 million just so Mr. Branson can have a place to shoot his toy rockets into space.

Now I’ve always been of the opinion that funding a space program on the good graces of people whose sole redeeming virtue is that they have enough money to make Andrew Carnegie and John Rockefeller look poor, is the least sensible thing I’ve heard since thinking it was just fine to let a young Austrian wallpaperer remilitarize the Rhineland. Good grief! If Mr. Branson wants a spaceport, he can pay for it himself! I mean, the total cost is about 3.4% of his $5.72 billion net worth. But no, like any good bourgeoisie snob, Mr. Branson must insist on milking the public teat for every last drop. Why he chose middle-of-nowhere New Mexico for his self-monument is beyond me. I mean, the place is a three hour drive from the nearest airport (and that’s in the booming metropolis of El Paso, Texas). I suppose the advantage of having your spaceport in the middle of nowhere is when your spaceship explodes into a fireball, it’ll at least minimize the casualties (and lawsuits) by us ordinary Joes when fiery ash rains down from the skies. Well, if Mr. Richardson insists on taxing us for this latest insanity, I can at least get a good view of the fireworks.

Throughout the history of this blog, I’ve tried to defend the Bush Administration where I thought they were under unfair attack. I’ve even made light of the righteous purity and increidble heroism of the Democrats. Now, I feel only the deepest shame and guilt. I have been so wrong.

Recently, while trying to gather information for an upcoming rant, I came across a website purporting to give “the real truth” behind what happened on 9-11. Expecting the standard rehash of stupid conspiracy theories, I was utterly unprepared for what I found. Absolute, incontrovertible proof that Karl Rove is personally responsible for every evil act committed by Americans. Yes, personally responsible. For. Every. Single. One.

It’s incredible, I know, but it’s true. The website is long gone, of course. The rumor is that Karl Rove personally execute the webmaster in a special ceremony for the Skull and Bones central committee. In a past life I would have laughed at that, but now I know it’s all too likely. Fortunately, I had cached the pages and will now, at great personal risk, reprint the key images below, so that you can know the truth that I know: Karl Rove is not merely one evil Republican among many, but the singular source of American evil in this age—and every age.

Karl Rove present as Indians are given smallpox-laden blankets.
Bad, Rove, bad!!!

Karl Rove present at “negotiations” with Indians, in which they gave away their land to white invaders.
Oh, Rove, no!!!

Karl Rove present at the assassination of Abraham Lincoln, the one true Republican and secular messiah of Illinois.
Damn it, Rove, he’s a Republican!

Karl Rove watches as Jack Ruby eliminates Osward.
Rove, stop, just stop!

Karl Rove advises Reagan on how to survive the Iran-Contra crisis.Whew, this one isn’t too bad…

Karl Rove, Sen. Kerry and Sen. Harkin pledge their support to Nicaraguan dictator Manuel Ortega. (Rove played both sides in the Iran-Contra deal to ensure maximum casualties on all sides.)
Oh, no, Rove, not the Commies!

Karl Rove and American Ambassador Glaspie urge Saddam Hussein to invade Kuwait.
Saddam was right, you did trick him!  Darn you Rove!!!

And, by far, the worst:

Karl Rove meets with Osama bin Ladin to coordinate the 9-11 attacks.
What, no!  Not with Osama.  That’s it, Rove, we’re done!!!

As you can clearly see, Karl Rove is hardly the mild mannered family man he claims to be. He isn’t even the evil Republican mastermind of spin and rigging elections the Democrats claim him to be. No, he’s the unique human manifestation of American evil, who lives in every age to bring misery and suffering to the world, American Style!

And I, Angry Overeducated Catholic can no longer take it. I can’t be party to this hideous evil. So I now pledge my faith to the stawalt defenders of truth, justice, and the American Way—the Democrats. Because protected by their clever masquerade of pork-barrel politics and foreign policy which assumes our enemies are sweetness and light, they are gathering forces to oppose the true evil of our times: Karl Rove.

One of the few good things about living among the peasants in this strange new land is the startling revelations it provides into the mindset of these strange people, whose heretofore intrusions into the sane public square of the old country were unintelligible.   The social elite here (if you can call them that) have a distinct self-hatred in which they almost totally fail to convince the proletariat to participate with them.   Amongst the hazards of living out here is that many people actually take the Academy Awards seriously.


I suppose you could say that this was the first year I know someone who saw the Oscars “live”.   The soon-to-be Mrs. Angry Immigrant saw the spot lights over Hollywood from her apartment.   That’s as close as I’ll let her approach to those kinds of people.


This year was the triumph of the Goracle, the King Midas of self-hatred himself.   Everything he touched turned into small golden statues.   Pardon me, statuettes.   They can’t even spring for a whole statue, they only give out a partial one.   Cheapskates.   They must be spending the rest on carbon credits.   A man who spends all of his time telling other people how to live — and then utterly fails to come anywhere close to following his own advice – must have a healthy amount of self-loathing.   I can stand people telling me how to live – as long as they don’t actually expect me to pay any more attention to them as they do to my advice for them.


This week started scary, and is ending hilariously.   The Goracle was receiving adulation and worship from the rich line-readers and camera junkies that inhabit the butt-end of the US (the East Coast being much more face-like, and the Midwest being obviously both the brain and the heart).   The reverent silence that overtook the crowds of empty shirts was one of the times I’ve been truly frightened.   I’ve seen crowds of 800,000+ people hanging on every word of the Pope, and even those people were not merely taking his words “as gospel” – even though what he was discussing was literally The Gospel.


To see so many people with their ears open and their brains turned off was truly disturbing.   It was like watching credulous retirees on infomercials learning about how they, too, could win billions on the currency markets.   It pissed me off that Americans aren’t smarter than that.   I guess I can take comfort that more and more of the “faces” are foreigners, and therefore they aren’t my fault.


Fortunately a brilliant (though perhaps senile) foreigner has provided the true solution to catastrophic anthropogenic climate change (ok, I’ve hit my buzzword quota for this post).   As you’ve know doubt heard from (honorary-ish) Dr. Gore, there’s no way on Earth we can stop producing carbon dioxide fast enough to stop the catastrophe.   No way on Earth.


Thank God for aliens!


Former Canadian defense minister Paul Hellyer says that governments should be truly responsible and use the alien technology gleaned from covered-up crash sites to revolutionize terrestrial production and transportation within one generation, thus preventing (and reversing) catastrophic climate change!


That’s right – green bug-eyed monsters to the rescue.   Cold fusion.   Hyperdrive.   Impulse warp engines. Phasers.   The TARDIS.   Tang.


And no one can figure out why the rest of us think these people are crazy.


Mr. Gore wants to spend several trillion dollars on unproven ideas to reverse a condition that hasn’t even reliably been predicted, much less counter-acted.   He can’t even reliably bring down his own electric bill, much less the global temperature of the Earth!   He makes the Canadian look downright reasonable.


At least Mr. Hellyer wants to spend money on proven technology – his spacemen must have successfully traveled a long long way to get here.   Their propulsion and production tech must be steady as a rock.   Just avoid the landing systems.   Those seem a bit shaky.


Maybe we could trade them some Hollywood “faces” for their human zoo.   Those people seem to be taking up most of the resources.   Maybe we’d be a more “green” planet without them.   I think we should really look into Mr. Hellyer’s concept here.   Once he saves the planet he deserves some real recognition.   Maybe I’ll give him a statuette!