A damned shame that John McCain sold his political soul along the way, embracing the most intolerant and ignorant aspects of the Republican base in the hope of victory through pandering. And then, to act surprised by the nasty attitude of his supporters while he gave his concession speech… please, McCain, please. Paying honor to a man your campaign said “pals around with terrorists.” You’re either a hypocrite or a liar, and I honestly think you were uncomfortable with the direction of your campaign, but – yet – you went along for the ride. A ride to nowhere (hey, let’s ask Palin about trips to Nowhere).
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Accurate so long as you describe “anywhere” as being someplace that you have a device that can stream audio via a URL (PC, iPhone, whatever).
Short version: it’s like iTunes on the web.
Long version: upload your music files, create playlists, and then tweak the stream however you like (play in order, scramble, change bitrate, mono or stereo, etc).
I would say that I stumbled upon the site while looking to create a radio station to stream into an object in Second Life, but that would sound pretty dorky. So, let’s just say I stumbled upon it AS PART OF A SECRET MILITARY RESEARCH PROJECT. Involving monkeys. As one might expect with this sort of thing.
That’s right. Monkeys.
Anyway, here’s my main music stream if you’re interested:
Forgive me for my brief return to a blog post, but the day we refer to any murdering camp of the Nazis as “merely a slave labor camp,” we have lost any sense of humanity.
This is another reason to quit blogging: too many bloggers make me so goddamn sick to be part of the same species.
Bless you all (as much as an atheist like me can).
Yeah, I know: I need a new blog.
Update: Parting shot, left over at the source of the nonsense (in case you didn’t click on through for fear of the taint)…
I think if you simply said something like “my use of the word ‘merely’ in reference to Buchenwald as a slave labor camp was in error, a poorly chosen word in the midst of writing a lengthy blog post,” everyone who has taken exception would – whether they believed you or not (and I, for one, would accept you at your word) – let it go.
Instead, you choose the self-righteous path of indignation (don’t feel bad, I did the same from time to time when blogging, much to my dismay these days).
It was NOT “merely a slave labor camp,” as has been pointed out.
Further, I fail to see how running a camp designed to purposefully extract labor, until death, in support of a war machine that was partially dedicated to genocide in other camps, is morally separable from the devoted death camps themselves.
If I make you hold a gun to an innocent man’s head while I squeeze the trigger, am I “merely” a witness to the crime?
Just admit your word choice was poor and move along.
One More Update: Blake, in the comments, draws my attention to this bit of right-wing insanity around Rachael Ray and the scarf that murdered 3000 Americans.
It’s official: you right-wing folks have lost your minds, completely and absolutely.
We probably ought to put Ms. Ray (and those like her, meaning short and cute and fashionable) in an internment camp for the safety of the American people. I hear Malkin’s a big fan of that sort of thing.
Final Update, Maybe: There were a few other comments that were left on this post by new visitors, but for some reason WordPress refused to approve them (they kept getting put back into my spam list). I have no idea why… so I moved them out one more time, deleted the remaining spam, and it went ahead and deleted the non-spam comments too.
Not a bug, but a feature. Woo.
OK, This is Really It: Yep, “merely a slave labor camp.” Merely.
I may be a modern day Job, but I’m still not going to bring back the blog!
Ah, yes, nothing like getting rear-ended at 50MPH and being pushed into the back of another vehicle.
Don’t worry, everyone walked away. I had the only injury, a scraped-up and bloody shin, although I suspect there will be much soreness and maybe even whiplash pain tomorrow. Time will tell.
On a happier note, it’s good to have friends with a sense of humor. See the photo below taken by my colleague who agreed to come give me a lift home.
I would have thought I’d be more upset by the whole event, but – you know what? – it’s just stuff. It’s just a car. It’s really not that important in the big picture.
I walked away, which seemed quite surprising to my insurance agent on the phone as I described the accident. It does make you realize that everything can be over so very, very quickly, should the fates or gods or laws of physics decide not to go your way.
Coming home, I’ve never been happier to see my family. I’ve never wanted to speak to my parents more than tonight.
And I swear this new found attitude is going to last a good 48-72 hours. You have my word!
Note: There are other ironic details to be told, but that might have to wait until all is settled and done. For now, let’s just be happy that everyone is alive and kickin’.
Note 2: I would also like to thank all of those other drivers who clearly saw that a very violent accident happened and did nothing to assist anyone involved, because – hey – your dinner was waiting.
May you all one day find yourself rapidly bleeding out with your head through the windshield while others just slow down to gawk at you.
Assholes, the lot of you.
Note 3: See, the neat thing about having stopped blogging is that I can just update this one post for ever and ever and IT DOESN’T REALLY COUNT.
Kids are funny.
Ewan (2 yrs old): “You broke the car, Dada!”
Fiona (5 yrs old): “Mama, when are you going to crash your car and get a new one?”