Andrew Sullivan pisses Eric off as well…..er as usual

 

Yes, I’m harping on this but the guy did call me a traitor to my country: Look at the situation plainly:  I’ve offered to give $10,000 to any AIDS organization the newly anti-Bush pundit Andrew Sullivan so chooses if he can prove an extremely serious accusation he made against me after 9/11. Andrew, who is HIV positive and likes to discuss this fact with reporters, has not deemed to reply.

This can only mean one of two things. Either Andrew does not care about the victims of AIDS who are not as wealthy as he is enough to bother with my publicly offered contribution—with the added bonus for him that someone he deems “hateful” is out ten grand–or he is a liar who casts about wild accusations he cannot support against people for saying pretty much what he is saying today.

Which is it Andrew?  Do you not care about your fellow HIV sufferers enough to bother to get them ten thousand bucks or are you just an irresponsible McCarthyite liar?  Same question for your superiors at Time, by the way….

Ps. I don’t actually expect Andy to admit he was wrong any more than I do his ex-buddy, W. But he might wish to make amends to all of the folks he slandered, you know, the late Ms. Sontag and the rest of the “decadent coastal elites” manning (and wo-manning) the “fifth columns” with whom he now agrees about Bush, by making out a check of say, $5K to the AIDS organization of OUR choice.

 

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Eavesdropping
Overheard in New York
www.overheardinnewyork.com
Amusing verbatim accounts of stuff people say to each other in public. Anybody can submit; just email your (brief) transcript to the editors for consideration. Overheardintheoffice.com is equally hilarious. Warning: on both sites, some material is not suitable for children, and profanity, stupidity or bigotry is generally kept intact.

Cars
Jalopnik, Autoblog
www.jalopnik.com, www.autoblog.com
Crazy about cars? Between these two blogs, you should be able to feed the beast within. Jalopnik’s scribblings have more personality (“Volkswagen continues to tease us like the self-hating louts we are, releasing another teaspoon’s worth of details on its yet-unnamed convertible….”) while Autoblog delivers industry news straight-up (“Hybrids are Hot: Honda sells 100,000”). Bonus link: 10 Hot Vehicles for Techies, from the new cars.cnet.com.

Celebrity Slams
Go Fug Yourself
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A daily shredding of the sartorial choices of Hollywood stars, complete with photographic evidence. To wit: Parts of Courtney Love’s new, larger body “are sort of sloshing around, uncontained, like a Big Gulp spilling all over your gear shift when you take a turn too fast.” Chloe Sevigny proves “high-waisted pants are the spawn of Satan’s sewing machine.”

http://www.time.com/time/business/article/0,8599,1072872,00.html

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Best of the Week That Was

Toronto Subway Buskers – Mumbly interviews with near-indigent artistes.

Chowhound Sold – Grandaddy of eating forums sells itself.

Jacktracker: Day 5, 7 p.m. to 8 p.m. – Big Jack stays put, Mini-Jack hits the shore.

Gawker Stalker Google Map – Celebrities cartographed.

Vegas Hooters: No Knockers – Hooters hotel hosts highbrows.

United Premium Cabin Upgrade Puts Squeeze on Steerage – Rich folk just need to lie down.

No Crusading Please – Dubai metalheads not interested in tasting Saxon steel.

Stewardess Uniform Freak – Hundreds of fly girls, dressed and on display.

Dueling Architects – Someone had to build Kitchen Stadium.

St. Pat’s Evidence, Beerless – Just enough and exactly too much Irish in you.

Friday, February 04th, 2005

In Garofalo’s World

I saw the Jeanene Garofalo segment Captain Ed writes about today when it aired live on MSNBC Wednesday night, but had forgotten about it. It is sad that a comparison of Republicans to Nazis has become so commonplace that I just completely forgot about it.

In the transcript excerpt that Captain Ed quotes I noticed today for the first time what Garofalo said about pooh-poohing that the Republicans had anything to do with the people voting in Iraq. No, they had nothing whatsoever to do with it. They only voted for the $87 billion and other funding that made it possible for us to stay there long enough to make it happen. And they only supported the President’s decision to make it politically possible for us to still be there to finish the job.

No, I guess is was really the UN(ron) that sent a few people in at the last minute that all the credit should go to in Janeane Garofalo’s world.

— Lorie Byrd

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Just Shoot Me Joe Klein jumps the shark.By Charles P. Pierce Web Exclusive: 02.24.06 Print Friendly | Email Article So, I had a bit of free time at the end of a long couple of days, and I’m floating around the Web, and I come upon this little masterpiece from the man who wrote a book about Woody Guthrie that damned near ruined Bruce Springsteen’s music for all of us. Look down there, Joe. See it? Way down there below where you’re at right now? That’s the shark. I despair often of my Beltway brethren. Most of the time, I feel it’s time to march most of them out of Washington forcibly and intern them in a work camp and re-education center somewhere in the northern Smoky Mountains. But that’s just me. Occasionally, however, one comes upon such a perfect fractal symptom of the overall contagion that it seems more than worth it to start building rude huts and stocking farm implements for the eventual inmate population. Peggy Noonan and her magic dolphins were one such pustulating example a few years back. Howard Fineman on Bush’s comfort in denim and ermine, or whatever the hell he was talking about, was another. And now we have this. Sweet mother Mary, Dick Cheney performing for Brit Hume and GUYS IN VIETNAM? An aging corporate carnivore downing beers and stalking farm-raised game, and some poor young guy drafted out of Butcher Holler and dropped into a jungle kill zone? Dick Cheney, as a boomer, learning the lessons of An Loc on the killing fields of some plutocrat’s toy wilderness? And being sadder and wiser for the experience? And Bob Kerrey, who’s said enough flaky stuff in his day to take a job with Kellogg’s, chiming in with some look-there’s-a-unicorn psychedelia about how this may make Cheney “have a better sense” of what he’s asked other people’s children to endure? What kind of mushrooms do they serve in the dining hall at The New School anyway?