Sarah Palin has a new book coming. Via the AP:
It will include “selections from classic and contemporary readings that have moved her,” according to HarperCollins, along with “the nation’s founding documents to great speeches, sermons, letters, literature and poetry, biography, and even some of her favorite songs and movies.”
Anyone want to make predictions on the songs-and-movies selections? No fair going with the easy stuff; Lee Greenwood will probably be credited as co-author. And yeah, there will be the usual suspects: Jimmy Stewart’s “Mr. Smith Goes to Washington” speeches, etc. But I’m thinking Powers Boothe’s great paranoid right-wing fantasy description of the invasion of the U.S. by Russian/Cuban/Nicaraguan forces in “Red Dawn” will be a particular favorite:
Infiltrators came up illegal from Mexico. Cubans mostly. They managed to infiltrate SAC bases in the Midwest, several down in Texas and wreaked a helluva lot of havoc, I’m here to tell you. They opened up the door down here, and the whole Cuban & Nicaraguan armies come walking right through, rolled right up here through the Great Plains.
Henry Fonda at the end of “The Grapes of Wrath”? I’m putting that one at 50-1.
When Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Bob Bennett published “The Book of Virtues,” i.e., a bunch of public-domain fairy tales lightly dressed with moral highlights by a card-carrying member of the VIP Club at eight Vegas casinos, I thought I’d seen the ne plus ultra in gall. I guess somewhere in Alaska, a young mother was taking notes.
I was going through my iTunes collection the other day, despairing. I should have listened to J.C. back when he told me that metadata was as important as the data itself, and if I didn’t start tagging, sorting, playlisting and so on, I’d be sorry one day. John? I’m sorry. When it comes time for my sophomore book effort, the one where I offer moral lessons and patriotic inspirations from my favorite songs, I’m going to be well and truly screwed. On the other hand, I rather like the way it crashes up against itself from time to time. It just followed Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings with Merle Haggard (“Mama Tried,” my personal desert-island Merle track AND a moral lesson).
Eh. At least there’s a certain merry fun out of kicking Sarah around, as opposed to the numb bleakness of listening to the right wing discuss Elena Kagan. She has no judiciary experience, unlike, say, the well-seasoned Clarence Thomas, who was nominated to SCOTUS a whole 18 months after taking his first judicial post, on the D.C. Court of Appeals. We don’t know what she believes about anything! Unlike Thomas, who sat through his confirmation hearings steadfastly insisting he had no opinion whatsoever on Roe v. Wade. He hadn’t really given it any thought. Srsly. Oh, well. One of the rites of politics is this occasional charade we have to go through with judicial nominees. So it goes again.
I am amused by the speculation about Kagan’s you-know-what. I wish she were out, writes Jack Shafer, so we could get this debate over with. That could be worthwhile, although if that were the case, I’d want the debate to be retroactive, and John Roberts would have to explain this photo. And that sweater.
The new coffeemaker is installed — thank you, husband of mine — and working. It’s a Krups. It has a “coffee is finished” alarm, which strikes me as unnecessary and a little too Teutonic for our household. You know the coffee is done when the pot stops burbling. I turned it off. The death of the Braun was a little ahead of schedule, but acceptable — it had a specialized, hard-to-find Brita filter that had to be replaced every two months, and my goal was to have it die when I was smack out of filters, but I still have two left. If you need a box free of charge, holla and I will send them to you for the positive karma alone.
A little bloggage?
John McCain, shameless bastard. Once again, I find this border-fence stuff simply appalling. My loathsome former congressman, Mark Souder, was writing ham-fisted guest columns for my own newspaper for a while, and in one, mocked a city in Texas border country for not wanting the fence in their community, because it would ruin river views, among other perfectly good reasons. And now McCain is advocating 3,000 more cops down there, a “finished dang fence,” and, presumably, a moat, some razor wire and perhaps machine-gun nests. Weren’t these the same folks worried a about jack-booted thugs a few years back? It’s all in how you look at it, I guess.
This was a big story on the pharma beat this week — genetic tests for $30, to reveal your medical future mwa ha ha ha — and I can’t decide whether to do it myself. I’m leaning toward yes. I think I have the emotional maturity to handle bad news, and good news could be actually money-saving. You don’t need to take prophylactic drugs for conditions you’re at low risk for getting, for instance. If nothing else, it’s one of the most interesting stories I’ve read since those weight-loss fat-shedding pills went OTC. “Wear dark pants” — now that’s not a patient instruction you see every day.
OK, let’s bring this train wreck to stop, shall we? Time to get a little work done, and then clean the house. Yes, John McCain, clean the dang house!