Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts

Saturday, March 27, 2010

And if you build a model home, just burn it to the ground.

My theory of the days of the week: Monday through Friday is actual so-called "week". Saturday and Sunday are a separate entity known as "The Weekend". Therefor it is only right to reflect back on the week, on the weekend. (Because that obviously need clarification/justification).

1.) Vanity Fair + Howard Schatz = Pure Brilliance.
2.) Major steps in international relations: US and Russia agree to a nuclear non-proliferation treaty. Once again common sense prevails in the White House.
3.) The last minute of Community is some of the funniest shit on television right now.
4.) March madness concert-palooza is officially done as of last night. Said the Whale and In-Flight Safety brought quality music last night, ending my month in a most wonderful way. (And to be completely fan girl - I SAW GRAHAM WRIGHT. HE WALKED BY ME. OH SWEET JEEBUS.) But i'll write more all about it later.
5.) I've had almost one hundred posts on this blog. So I feel like it is time to move on to bigger and brighter things. I'll leave this all up for right now, but as of today tumblr is officially my new blogging home. Same name, same game, just prettier and easier for me to use. You can keep reading my ramblings at polkadotscottonsocks.tumblr.com

Au revior Blogspot, Salut Tumblr!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

we're making small talk with the sky again

Ann Coulter was on campus last night with the intent of speaking on political correctness, media bias, and free speech. But she cancelled the event.

I was going to rant and rage about her, but today is your lucky day, and instead I'm going to let Vanity Fair speak for me. Their article on what happened, and the controversy around her being at the University, is accurate, well written, and honest. Enjoy.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Oh the devil will find work for idle hands to do

Dear Ridiculously Silly Americans Who Don't Like Obama's Health Care Plan,

I am addressing this letter to you all because I am concerned for your well being. As is his holiness, the Obamanitor. I think I can speak for both of us when I say, we just want you to be healthy! We want health care to be your friend, but with benefits. You should be able to get care any where, any time, with very little direct from your pocket cost.

Though I will admit that I have a few other motives, possibly different from your fearful leader's. I need you all healthy, so that you stay alive, so I can continue to use you all examples of what not to do. Just look at your crazy tea-baggers, prime example of how you need to keep crazy conservative rebels suppressed. The world can learn from you! Don't deprive us of our favourite population of laughing stocks!

Maybe I can appeal to the capitalist pig-dogs in you though? This proposed Health Care Plan will actually save you money, and then make you richer in the long run! By adopting this plan large companies, responsible for much of the previous successes in your economy, won't have to pay employees so much for safety risks or cover their sadly overpriced health insurance. By saving on those costs, they can develop the company by make it BIGGER and BETTER. I know how those words are music to your tune-deaf ears.

So, my dear neighbours to the south, please vote yes for this bill. Remind the world of your political inconsistencies, shock us all in to foolishly believing you're the most successful democracy once again, and preserve your health. If not for the sake of the children, then at least for my sick sense of humour.

Much cynicism,
M

Friday, March 5, 2010

well holey-moley, me oh my, you're the apple of my eye (F x's 3 Series #4)

It's a Friday.

1.) Senator Ashburn. All I have to say about this one - FAIL. 
2.) OK Go has an amazing new video. And when I say amazing, I mean, AH-MAZ-ING.
3.) Louise Rennison's teen novel Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging has been turned in to a movie. Yes, I am a little behind in noticing this, but I watched it this passed weekend, and it's fabulously hilarious. Read the series. Watch the movie. Do it. Every teen girl/person should do so. 
4.) Rousseau. The hippy in me is so very happy reading his discourses. (I should note that I absolutely loathe political philosophy readings, so it is indeed a great day for america when I willingly read this stuff)
5.) Washington, DC made gay marriage legal! HURRAY !!! what a lovely step in the right direction!

Monday, January 25, 2010

deep in the cell of my heart I will feel glad to go

I know I promised a super dorky post on political philosophy. I would go so far as to say that even thinking about doing so counts as super dorky. This isn't exactly what I was originally going to write about, (in my head it was a lot more brilliant) but it is indeed a post on political philosophy. Brace yourself.

Socrates is famously known for saying "All that I know is that I know nothing" The opening line to K'Naan's "Take a Minute" is "Any man who knows a thing, knows he knows not a damn damn thing at all."

At the beginning of Watchmen we see "who will watch the watchmen" spray painted on a wall. Plato, in the Republic, asks "who will guard the guardians?"

The band name "Alice is chains" can be seen as a vague reference to Rousseau's well known line "Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains."

Just three examples of how political philosophy has permeated culture today (though that last one might be a stretch...) My question is HOW? It's like these old boring men haunt our day to day to measure our choices and actions to see how we compare to their theories. Does pop culture even recognize that they've sucked these lines in and made them so generic that to find their true meaning you have to read these unbelievably dense "discourses"? Do they even have meaning any more?

I guess since these political philosophers are still around today, in some form or another, they must have done something right. Maybe even said something worth thinking about.

Maybe.