Sometimes you are the bug, and sometimes you are the windshield. Right now, our pal Jurassic Pork is definitely the bug.
If you can give some money to Jurassic Pork, now would be the time to do it; there’s a paypal button on his website. If you prefer (and don’t like PayPal and I cannot blame you if you do), you can buy his book, American Zen at Amazon.
Regular readers know I think the world of JP, he’s one of the best writing stylists on the internet with a voice that roars. I cannot begin to tell you how diminished I think we would be without Bob.
This is such a good post, I stole it legally:
…in which we give a shout out to the MPS blogroll. Why do we do it, you ask? Because we always liked *YOU* best!
Actually, we recognize that everyone likes to be linked now and then, and because it increases your Google ranking and allegedly give you a bump in Technorati’s Authority (if anyone still uses that thing) the more often you are linked.
If you want to be included in the fun next month, all you need to do is to follow our blogroll guidelines: put MPS in your blogroll, and we will put your blog in ours (Caveat: commercial websites are NOT included).
And now, on to the links!
This is an opposition ad for Texas Gubinatorial Candidate Wendy Davis, presumably put up by supporters of Xristian Xrazie Greg Abbott. If you feel so compelled, please visit Juanita Jean’s where she lists various ways you can help; you don’t have to be in Texas, by the way.
It’s time once again to give some linky-luv to the blogroll, because everyone loves to be linked now and then, and because it helps all blogs when they are linked. It increases something that The Googles calls relevance and it increases Technorati ratings for each of the blogs listed below.
Brother Pierce nails it:
In merciful brief, the president attempted to explain to the world why the self-destructive and mendacious decision of the United States to engage in aggressive war in Iraq in contravention of god alone knows how many provisions of international law was manifestly different — politically, legally, and morally — from Vladimir Putin’s land grabbing in and around Ukraine. Before anyone gave him a chance to be president, and throughout his unlikely rise to the White House, the president famously called the war in Iraq “the wrong war in the wrong place.” It was the first stark difference between the president and Hillary Clinton in the 2008 Democratic primary campaign and the clearest difference between the president and Senator John McCain in that year’s general election. It represented the cleanest break available to the country from the bloody stupdity of the previous administration. It was the seedbed for all the hope and all the change. The problem arose when the architects of the American fiasco were allowed to escape any real accounting for what they’d done in Iraq and to the United States. There was no public punishment, no public shaming, no indication from the new administration that it was ready to demand penance from the old. And yesterday, the president illustrated quite clearly the size of the corner in which his basic philosophy had painted him.
Go read the whole thing at Esquire.
…you should. It’s muscular writing, heartfelt, and good. It’s the kind of thing a I wish I could write here, but I know I won’t.
Anyway, here’s a sample of Brother Pierce laying into Bloody Bill (Always Wrong) Kristol:
Blow me, you monstrous, bloodthirsty fraud, you silly, stupid chickenhawk motherfker who plays army man with the children of people who are so much better than you are, and who would feed innocent civilians in lands you will never visit into your own personal meatgrinder to service your semi-annual martial erection…
I’ve been re-reading MFK Fisher’s excellent How To Cook A Wolf. For those of you not familiar with this book, it is a series of essays about how to live and eat well when you have no money (and maybe no food); she wrote the essays during the Great Depression and then the food rationing of World War Two. Spoiler: she made it through the Depression, WWII, and lived a long, full life in Northern California. Part of what she tells us in this book is to not give up.
I mention this only as a reminder that we are living in a second Great Depression. This is a hard time for many of us, our democracy has failed us (and so richly rewarded the, well, rich), and we subsist on a small piece of an ever-shrinking pie, if we subsist at all.
Many of us have been told (usually by a perky 20-something contracted by the company to deliver the bad news and offer resume writing tips) that we will never work in corporate America again. Not that there is age discrimination (that’s when the perky 20-something produces reams of paper that shows the age range of the 5,000 other people let go that day. Message: don’t sue us, we’ll kill you with data.), and sometimes the perky 20-something offers you the chance of a lifetime, to stay with the company by moving to where your job went (usually a country ending in -stan) and accepting the local wages. Oh, and you get to pay for your move there (“and back,” says Perky, “if you change your mind.”).
Sometimes Perky tells you about creating your own Brand You, which at that moment sounds more like a fuck you. And then Perky concludes with a small confessional, “I’ll never have a full-time job. Doing these contract jobs is the best I will probably ever have.” You find yourself, strangely enough, trying to comfort Perky, whom you have come to realize is just as screwed as you are.
Our old pal, Jurassic Pork at the excellent Welcome Back to Pottersville is at the end of his considerably long rope and thinking about using it as a noose. If you have some extra money, I can think of few, kinder ways to use it than to send it to him. There is a PayPal button at his place.