Twisted Spinster

About this column, another hysterical Sarah-Palin-basher by Canadian-tax-payer-salaried Heather Malick, I have only two things to say:

One — her coy “is it racism? I wouldn’t know, as my pure and innocent mind is incapable of recognizing that awful thing!”* statement speculating why so many Americans are choosing McCain/Palin over Obama/What’sisname; does she know that Sarah Palin’s husband is a Yup’ik Indian Eskimo**? That’s it, folks — the word “racism” officially died today as a term meaning anything.

Two — what the hell is “violently rich”? Does she think that being wealthy is a state of being, like being ill — it just sort of happens? (She’s got a master’s degree in English and works for a government institution, so she probably does think that.) Or does she imagine that after garnering over a certain set amount of money people go insane and become psychotic killers? Gee, I know Bill Gates doesn’t have the greatest reputation in the world but I was unaware until now of his mad rampages through the midnight streets of Redmond with a bloody axe.

Via many people, but the latest was The Anchoress so she gets the link.

*OK, I paraphrased, but not that much.

**Eskimo? Indian? Indian? Eskimo? Whatever — all I know is I refuse to use jawbreaking, carpal-tunnel-inducing PC terms like “Native American.”

Are people really this clueless? What the fuck is “lemon chiffon cake” anyway? I always thought it was lemon chiffon pie.

(Via Tim Blair, who finds this stuff somehow. It must be a gift.)

For God’s sakes, Obama, you’re only a couple of years older than me — you can’t possibly give a real shit about what happened at Kent State. You were frickin’ nine years old.

I smell flop sweat.

I continue to tweak the site. What can I say, I have no life. Anyway, despite the fact that I think Century Gothic is an oh so pretty font, I have changed it to MS Trebuchet, which is a tad easier on the eyes. Those of you who have neither font on your system will see some other sans-serif font.

I know you waited all day to read this.

Update: I think it helps to spell the font name correctly in the style sheet. I’m just sayin.’

To any of my fellow drivers on Orange Blossom Trail who were wondering who that woman was screaming “It’s a French word, dummy!” ino the dawn — I got to hear the following from the deejay of the jazz station I listen to, about the word “vignette”:

English is such a strange language. It’s pronounced “vin-yet,” but it looks like it should be pronounced “vig-netti.”

 Aarrgghh!

Robert McMahon creates artworks of astonishing beauty.

He is also known as commenter “lyle,” the Poet Laureate of Tim Blair’s blogs (both the old and the new).

He has also apparently written a screenplay.

He is obviously a modern-day Renaissance man.

He must be destroyed!

My latest pet grammar peeve: the increasing habit people have of using the word “utilize” when they should simply use the word “use.” No, that’s not “utilize the word ‘use'”, it’s “USE THE WORD ‘USE'”! For example, heard today on the HGTV channel:

You’ve been utilizing this room as a bathroom.

Argh! No! They’ve been using the room as a bathroom, you pretentious little designer twat! Grr, kill everyone.

So, how’s your morning been?

I’m trying out this widget thing — the tree-clock thing on the right side bar should show the current time. Let me know if it freaks out your computer or anything. Also, if you click on it to go to the “get a clock page” be careful — it asks if you want to download some sort of .exe file. I clicked “cancel.” The “get widget” link at the bottom of the image is safer.

When you sicken enough of your own, what do you think you deserve?

[…]I thought the extremely bizarre story, so obvious a blatant lie, that somehow appeared in The Daily Kos, claiming Governor Sarah Palin had somehow faked her own pregnancy to cover up for her wayward teenage daughter would be laughed off and quickly vanish from the Kos pages like the trash it was. It was a joke, A sad, sick joke.
But instead of the aborted fetus it should have been, it was born full grown into the waiting arms of liberal bloggers and journalists, who quickly passed out cigars and congratulated themselves as proud mamas and papas. All this in spite of the fact that absolutely everyone knew the story was an absolute lie.
The only thing we aborted was the truth.

Maybe the divisions between us shouldn’t be labeled “Democrat” and “Republican” or “conservative” and “liberal.” Maybe they should be called what they are: the sort of people who are disgusted by the tactics described above, and the sort of people for whom they are a-okay. Or in other words, “normal people” versus “scum.”

(Via.)

I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting old or what, but I found the nice dark theme I had loaded up here difficult to read. This one is still dark in parts, but the text is dark-on-light, which most people prefer anyway. And it’s still pretty. It’s a girl thing.