Sunday, August 31, 2008

Sunday Night at the Radio!

And one last bizarre DNC juxtaposition.

First up, Jack Benny! A two-parter: "The Fright-Wig Murder Case" (25 January 1942); and part two (2 February 1942).

The juxtapo: At the pro-troops rally at Pioneer Monument last Sunday, it was hard not to notice this guy:


Didn't realize it at the time, but that's Mike Jones, destroyer of Pastor Ted Haggard and an occasional subject of D-blog "humor." Never mentioned him in the context of the DNC, though. When worlds collide.

And a Vic and Sade. A little tinny, but an absolute classic: "Honorary Titles" (4 January 1943). Great wartime PSA at the end, too.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Sowellian DNC

Random "thoughts" on the convention just past:

  • If Recreate-68 isn't bitterly disappointed in the turnout for their protests, they're even more delusional than I thought. After months of predictions of up to 50,000 (and with occasional backtracking), they never mustered more than a few hundred people for any one rally, except the first "major" protest on Sunday with Cynthia 'n' Cindy 'n' Wart ('n' Griff Jenkins, Battlin' Journo!). That drew maybe 800, and that was the high point.

  • One of these days, the demonization of Fox News by the MSM and the left (but I repeat myself) is going to get a reporter or cameraman killed. Every time I saw a crew it was being swarmed, pushed around and screamed at. Could have gotten really bad.

  • But R-68 still didn't come close to 9/11 troofer and all-round (literally) conspiracy psycho Alex Jones in his attempts to incite a riot against Fox News' Michelle Malkin. (More pics from El Marko heah.)

  • The eponymous Mr. B, out here visiting and something of a newcomer to evil leftoid scum-watching, after seeing R-68 co-founder Mark Cohen interviewed on Denver Open Media: "They'd absolutely be violent if they had the strength."

  • There are several Denver Open Media channels, by the way. They had a lot of DNC stuff, and appear to be frequent moonbat roosting places.

  • Snaps is owed an apology, by me (Christ that's hard to say), for poo-pooing her belief that the guy immediately to Wart's right in this pic:


    is former CU ethnic studies instructor Benjie Whitmer of the filthy Try-Works blog. It probably is. He just grew hair. Almost as big a poser as Wart, "ain't" he? On the other hand, gotta dig the go-to-hell fedora with Indian band the fake Indian is wearing.

  • Snaps also notes the similarities between the incident with Griff Jenkins, Battlin' Journo, and the brouhaha known to history as "The Genocide of Benjie's Hand" (h/t: the mincing pirate with the Play-Doh parrot), starring Heath Urie of the Boulder Daily Gamera.

  • Amazingly, by the way, Benjie Whitmer once again escaped arrest during the R68 protests. Come to think of it, he never gets arrested at the Columbus Day protests, either. In fact, for a violence-advocating militant he's pretty passive. Probably can't take the chance of his irascible boss discovering he has an evil alter ego.

  • The combination of senile theatricality and old-womanish fear that makes Ward think he needs a bodyguard--let alone one the size of Godzilla (is that you, Charley Arthur?)--is bizarre. Nobody cares enough to harass you, Ward (except Griff Jenkins, Battlin' Journo!).

  • Ward didn't look too good. Gut. Still smoking. A little bluish, like the blood isn't getting around very well. I know the look. My father had it the last couple of years before he died of a heart attack. He also did zero marching (Ward, not my dad, though for that matter my dad did zero marching too.)

  • Better quit the cigs, old boy. (Think any of his rad sycophants or co-creeps ever says that to Ward? Me neither. Not even Natsu, who'd better quit, too. Women are more prone to lung cancer than men.)

  • Despite all the whining from the likes of Larry Hales (and, admittedly, perhaps a few overreactions by the cops), there were only 154 arrests during the convention. We've had more than that at a single, entirely homegrown Columbus Day protest. We'll see what comes of the usual threats to sue.

  • Left logic by the ridiculous Larry Hales (from the link above):
    Larry Hales, a leader of the Recreate 68 Alliance and of the youth group FIST (Fight Imperialism Stand Together), noted that any violence that has occurred was initiated by the Denver police. Recreate 68 demands all police be removed from the park. Hales stated that since Recreate 68 has a permit to hold its activity in the Civic Center Park, the police have no business there.

    Rigggghhhht.

  • Biggest disappointment? My apparently failed attempt to broadcast live web teevee reports from Obama's Invesco speech--"apparently" because I haven't bothered to look (too embarrassing). Even if it had worked it probably would have been boring (I'm no Ted Koppel), but I interviewed, among others, a Cherokee from Oklahoma who'd never heard of Ward Churchill and was a former Hillary supporter; an older black gentleman speaking about Obama's nomination ("never thought I'd see it in my lifetime"); and Lucifer and an angel--over-rehearsed perky "kids" trying, allegedly nonpartisanly, to get out the youth vote for an organization called "Trick or Vote." They sucked. I also got shots of lines lining, flags waving, knotheads speechifying, etc. Sniff.

  • Greatest fun? The Rage Against the Mechanism march on Wednesday. By far the biggest march of the convention, and the PPC was all over it (just scroll; it's all good). Best part of the march, though, was when protesters, having accomplished nothing but a promised meet with unnamed Obama aides (we'll never hear about that again), began filing out of the pen they had filed into:

    Protester One (halfway back in the protest line): "What's happening up there?"

    Protester Two (coming from the head of the line): "We lost."

    Pithy.
  • Friday, August 29, 2008

    Announcing the Drunkablog Archive of Worthless DNC Crap

    AKA, his-toe-ree. The often-ameliorative Mr. B. and I latched on to every piece of literature and (mostly) free item we were offered. Over the next several decades I'll post a large sample of it.



































    Update: Got pictures of junk like this? Let me post them.

    Invesco!

    Yeah, whatever. The lines were long:





    About an hour and 45 minutes from queueing to getting through the security tent.



    Poor kids: This scuzzbo probably had her picture taken 50,000 times yesterday.



    Why?



    Notice the psychotic look in his eyes and his hand on the little red phone.






    The security tent. As part of the greenest convention ever, it had a handgun-recycling bin near the entrance.



    From our vantage point high in the northeast stands.


    On the big screen:


    Talentless hack Michael McDonald of the Doofie Brothers sings the worst fake-blues version of America The Beautiful I've ever heard.


    Years ago he was known as "Little" Stevie Wonder.



    New Mexico Gov. Bill Richardson, looking like a hippie. Get a haircut, hippie!



    Klaatu Barata Nikto (burp).

    Didn't get any pics of Sheryl Crowe, speaking of talentless hacks.



    Village People. (Mr. B.)



    The teleprompter spun as "ordinary" Dems told their tales of woe.



    David Brooks: "We were thrilled by his speech in front of the Greek columns, which were conscientiously recycled from the concert, 'Yanni, Live at the Acropolis.'"



    Farworks.



    Confetti.



    I-25, 9:30 p.m.

    Nope, no pics of Barack or Slow Joe Biden or famblies. Everybody's seen a million of 'em.

    Update: Zombie was taking pics, too. Looks like he/she got there later than we did, so her/his crowd pics are even more crowded than ours. It was definitely a mob scene.

    Barack thanks D-blog

    This just received via "e-mail':
    John --

    This night could not have happened 40 years ago -- or even 4 years ago.

    And it could not have happened without you.
    Aw, shucks. Just glad to help. Back where I come from, we call it being neighborly.
    You believed, against the odds, that change was possible [I did, didn't I? I'm kind of noble that way]. I felt your passion here tonight [oh, that was you, you nasty man], and I know it was shared by millions of Americans who are building this movement all across the country.

    Tonight is your night. But tonight is just the beginning.
    I need your support more than ever.
    Anything, dreamboat.
    Make a donation of $25 or more right now.
    (D-blog runs away)
    Thank you for everything you've done,

    Barack
    More tomorrow, you lucky losers.

    Thursday, August 28, 2008

    Teaser

    Don't forget, your darling D-blog will be at Obamacon '08 at Invesco Field this afternoon. Go over to the People's Press Collective for unique covertage. At once!


    See you at Invesco!

    Rage march

    Caught the apr├ęs-Rage Against the Machine march at 15th and Arapahoe, the marchers actually having marched from the Denver Coliseum, four miles away. It was by far the biggest protest yet, which isn't saying much. There may have been 4000 people all told:





    Everything For Everyone.




    Somehow I spotted Glenn Spagnuolo (center):



    The Iraq Vets Against the War were a larger presence in this march than in any before:



    I have no problem with vets protesting the war. (Big of me, ain't it?) But consider this man:



    Didn't catch his name if he said it, but he claimed that he and his squad sent Iraqi soldiers out on patrol after disabling their AK-47s. Guess who he blamed for this criminal act. That's right: Chimpleron X-7 from the planet Halliburton. And this evil punk had the balls to feel sorry for himself: "No amount of therapy will change the fact that I may have killed men I don't even know."



    Radical chic.

    Nobody seemed to know where the march was headed, except that it wasn't to the Freedom Cage.


    Ready for a baton-twirling exhibition.



    This little barbarian spent the time standing in line (there was a lot of that as the alleged army vets made bullhorn speeches that very few could hear) taunting the cops:



    He had a sticker that said "Thank You," and kept asking cops to take it while calling them "nice little fascists" and such.

    The cops, by the way, continue to be polite as all get out. Much less smiley, though.





    Old family name.

    A few chants:

  • There ain't no riot here, take off that silly gear.

  • Exxon, Mobile, BP, Shell.
    Bush and Cheney go to hell.

  • In the streets and off the sidewalks.

  • No cops, no KKK
    No fascist USA.

  • Cops out now.

  • 1,2,3,4, we don't want your racist war
    5,6,7,8, organize to smash the state.

  • The Dem party is scared shitless by now.


    These two ladies held an impromptu die-in.



    Detail.



    No battle.

    But the vets did get a meeting with Obama aides to discuss their three-point plan, which I think is immediate withdrawal, reparations to Iraqis, and care for vets.

    As the protest ended, Ron Kovic took center stage again:


    There was hugging and tears.

    And people dispersed.


  • Update: the Rocky's account; the Post's. Neither mentions the allegedly murderous vet (Bush's fault!).

    Update II: El Marko was up in Golden checking out Arab TV network Al Jazeera's presence and the locals' reaction (not very friendly).

    Wednesday, August 27, 2008

    Obama to give acceptance speech from replica of Greek temple

    Really. A teeny-tiny replica of a Greek temple:
    Democratic presidential candidate Barack Obama's big speech on Thursday night will be delivered from an elaborate columned stage resembling a miniature Greek
    temple.

    The stage, similar to structures used for rock concerts, has been set up at the 50-yard-line, the midpoint of Invesco Field, the stadium where the Denver Broncos' National Football League team plays.

    Some 80,000 supporters will see Obama apear from between plywood columns painted off-white, reminiscent of Washington's Capitol building or even the White House, to accept the party's nomination for president.


    (via Tim Blair)

    Police arrest protester for carrying bottle--of feces

    He was with--urk--Food Not Bombs. The Post:
    A 22-year-old Massachusetts man was arrested Monday after police saw him carrying a bottle filled with feces, according to a police report.

    Zachary Patrick Grey, a University of Massachusetts student from Marion, Mass., was arrested at 1:40 p.m. Monday after a foot chase, according to a Denver County Court complaint. . . .

    A police officer was in the process of arresting someone in the 1600 block of Champa Street on Monday afternoon when a police lieutenant spotted Grey holding a bottle of feces, the police report says.

    Grey was "getting ready to throw the bottle at officers," the report says.

    The lieutenant tried to grab the suspect, who ran away, the report said. While he was running, Grey dropped the bottle, police said.

    Grey was charged with interference, disturbing the peace and possession of "irritants" in public.

    An irritant is something that "smells bad," said Saunier.
    A bottle of feces probably qualifies.
    According to CBS 3 of Springfield, Mass., Grey belongs to a group called Pioneer Valley Food Not Bombs.

    The TV station quoted him as saying that he and others were peacefully demonstrating with signs against a two-party system.

    He told the station he was surrounded and violently arrested by 20 bike cops who stretched his shirt.
    Pigs!
    "I did not deserve to be arrested because I'm here to organize community and take part in beautiful new world," he was quoted as saying.
    A beautiful new feces-filled world.
    Saunier said police believe they saw people throwing bottles of urine and feces from a garage during Monday night's confrontation at Civic Center. None were arrested.
    None was arrested. Even in stories about feces throwers it pays to mind your grammar.

    Mainly protests

    First was the Parade of Puppets and Props:


    Rosa Parks.



    Bullet train. (Picture by "Mr. B.")



    Recreate the Fairness Doctrine!



    Time for your prostate exam! (Mr. B.)



    Codepinkers, oddly, marched with the R68ers' puppets. (Mr. B.)



    I don't get it.



    It's "Boobs," you illiterate, not "Books." (Mr. B.)

    Then there were the Phelpsian homo-haters:






    This guy [Update 9/9/08: Carlo Garcia] did something near them and the cops pounced:


    "Are you getting this?"



    The horse had no comment.



    Horse's ass: Amazingly (since the crowd was chanting "let him go!") the cops took the guy away.


    Please don't break my crown: Next it was a CodePinker's turn to get herself arrested. Don't know why, don't care. [Update 9/9/08: lots of other people did, didn't they? Funny, I still don't.]


    A cop poked his baton at Larry Hales (above, without touching him, just for the record) a couple of seconds before I took this shot. Hales had walked into the street after they'd told everyone to stay back while they made the arrests.

    Of course, there was the usual infantile chanting. Whose streets? Our streets!



    Spagz, outraged by it all (believe it or not!).

    A little later came the Iraq Vets Against the War:


    They pretended to be "clearing" the town.



    The Rocky and Post put up a fight (I saw Mike Littwin firing from a window until he was vaporized by a grenade), but were quickly neutralized.

    A few more miscellaneous (I spelled that right first go) shots:


    (Mr. B.)



    On a truck. (Mr. B.)



    Weiser Bud: on a street line. (Mr. B.)



    Bike with plywood frame. (Mr. B.)



    Compulsive Shoppers Against the War. (Mr. B.)



    Hats: "Welcome, police."



    What time is it?


    Mom, daughter and evil little doll that comes to life and stabs you in the ankles until you go down so it can get at your eyes.

    And finally, fresh from his attempted mob-incitement against Michelle Malkin, Alex Jones and His Troofers!


    Actually he wasn't fresh at all.

    Gotta admit, though, the Troofers are a good-lookin' bunch:


    Cute, cute, cute.