…describing a law which essentially codifies age discrimination as “inform[ing] France’s youth that, no, they’re not entitled to lifetime job security by age 26.”

If 22% of people under age 25 were unemployed in this country, I think we’d see some rioting, the wingers’ air of superiority notwithstanding. Then again, if the law were in place we might have been saved the Ben Domenech drama.

Liberal bias - nay, hypnosis - takes hold at Drexel:

Mark my words — the Jews’ plan for world domination is a long-held notion among their intellectual elite and political class, and most of the members of the media won’t dare breathe a word about this militant phenomenon, lest they be accused of… racism. Oh, the irony!
…

[I]f I were to write seriously any of the above words, I would, and quite justly, never again be given a forum in the mainstream media.

So why do the people spreading similar lies about Mexican immigrants continue to get approbation and speaking time from the press?

Full disclosure: Most of the [first] paragraph of this column is lifted from the words of Michelle Malkin, a syndicated columnist, Fox News contributor and blogger. But Malkin wasn’t using those words to talk about Jews; she was talking about Mexicans, and the notions of Aztlan and reconquista.

Author Alex Koppelman not only exposes Malkin’s reconquista fears for what they are, he rightly points out that despite protests to the contrary, Malkin is a full and complete participant in her so-called “MSM.”

Read the whole thing.

…so abrupt was Malkin’s announcement of vacation. And in a week where immigration is the most forthright issue in the news…

It’s not spring break in Maryland yet…I’m certain it has nothing whatsoever to do the recent revelations of Ben Domenech’s plagiarism, his resignation from Regnery, and/or the resulting fact that Malkin’s last two books were edited by a proven plagiarist.

Congresswoman Cynthia McKinney is on the Malkins’ shitlist: Unhinged, Loony - IMPERIOUS, even. All this because McKinney allegedly struck a police officer.

Times really have changed, haven’t they? It’s so easy to get on the Malkins’ bad side these days… In McKinney’s defense, however, I should point out that at least she didn’t savagely beat a student photographer.

If this photo is “heart-stopping” I recommend angioplasty.

This stunt may be the nail in the coffin of any guest-worker/amnesty plan on the table in Washington.

Ohh, if wishes were horses, eh, Malkin?

Malkin wants to “ask uncomfortable questions” (from Investor’s Business Daily. Not sure why they’re dabbling in religion - and I do mean dabbling):

What better time for CAIR and other Muslim leaders to step up, cut through the politically correct fog and provide factual answers to the questions that give so many non-Muslims pause?

Generally speaking, those questions focus on whether the Quran does indeed promote violence against non-Muslims, and how many of the terrorists’ ideas — about the violent jihad, the self-immolation, the kidnappings, even the beheadings — come right out of the text?

I am a reader of the Bible. I want to state that up front, so that when I say that the number of terrible, violent ideas that have come out of the text of the bible must rival if not outnumber those that have come out of the Qu’ran, I won’t be accused of some sort of war against Christianity.

All religious texts must be read with context, and as I understand it, the Qu’ran is no different. After the fold, responses to a few of IBD’s questions.

(more…)

As usual, Neiwert nails it, this time re: immigration.

When I have time to post more, I will, but for now, go read it.

I can see I’m going to have to make this an ongoing series.

Malkin then:

From AP:

“LISBON, Portugal (AP) - Sister Lucia Marto, the last of three children who claimed to have seen the Virgin Mary in a series of 1917 apparitions, has died, Portuguese media reported Sunday. She was 97…”

May she rest in eternal peace.

No argument here.

And Malkin now:

I kid you not:

“HUNDREDS of Muslims are descending on a Liverpool house to witness what many are calling a miracle. Two fish are causing huge excitement among the faithful, who say they are each inscribed with holy names.”

Oh, so that’s crazy, but this isn’t. Or this. Or this.

Update: Oh, for the - the pictures on Malkin’s site aren’t even the right fish. New Journalism, ladies and gentlemen.

(Via LA)

Visual Aid.

AUGUSTE
Have you lost your fucking mind?

RED STATE EDITORS
Liberal blogging superstars, you’re making a terrible mistake I’m not gonna let you make it.

JEFF GOLDSTEIN (OFFSCREEN)
Come on, guys. Nobody wants this. We’re supposed to be fucking professionals.

AUGUSTE
All right, look, it’s been quite a long time, a lot of back-and-forth. There’s no need for this, man. Let’s just put our guns down, and let’s settle this with a fucking conversation.

RED STATE EDITORS
Liberal blogging superstars, if you kill that man, you die next. I repeat: if you kill that man, you die next.

AUGUSTE
Red State Editors, we have been friends, and you respect my dad and I respect you, but I will put fucking bullets right through your heart. You put that fucking gun down - now.

RED STATE EDITORS
I’m sorry, who the fuck are you again?

AUGUSTE
Sorry, just trying to get into the spirit of things.

RED STATE EDITORS
Goddamn you, Liberal blogging superstars. Don’t make me do this

AUGUSTE
Red State Editors, stop pointing that fucking gun at my dads!

(Atriobloggsites fires at Domenech, Red State Editors shoot at Atriobloggsites and miss. Auguste shoots Red State Editors but it’s a starter pistol. Red State Editors ignore Auguste completely. Auguste shoots again and a nearby horse with a broken leg is miraculously healed. Red State Editors fall to the floor moaning. Jeff Goldstein comes out from his hiding place under the ramp, surveys the devastation, grabs the Washington Post application form and exits.)

SOUND - car door (Jeff Goldstein getting in a car) SOUND - engine (He has trouble getting it started)
SOUND - Engine starts, tires squeal (Off he goes!)
SOUND - More tire squealing, shots (Here come the cops!)
SOUND - Lots more tire squealing, sirens, and shots (Jeff Goldstein
probably puts up a fight)
Sometime during this shoot out, Jeff Goldstein’s car apparently gets
stopped because the next thing we hear is cops, guns obviously
trained on him, shouting.
COP - “Get out of the car!”
COP - “Get your hands on the dash!”
COP - “Throw the gun out!”
The cops apparently don’t have a real clear idea what they want him
to do, or in what order, but it sounds like they’ve got him. The
next line confirms this.
JEFF GOLDSTEIN - “Ben, for what ever mistakes he may have made, at least appended his own name to whatever columns he posted or wrote publicly.1 Which is more than can be said for the vast number of leftwing bloggers who feel quite at ease attacking people with “impugn”ity from behind their stage names.”
The cops start laughing uncontrollably, dropping their guns as they writhe on the ground helplessly crippled by this unbelievable bullshit. Inside the warehouse, Auguste chuckles gamely while trying not to look too shifty.
Goldstein takes advantage of the cops’ uncontrollable amusement to jump in his car and drive away, shouting “schadenfreude! schadenfreude! j’accuse!”

RED STATE EDITORS
I’m sorry, kid. Looks like we’re going to– do–do a little time.

BEN DOMENECH
I’m a plagiarist. Red State Editors.. I’m sorry. I’m so– so sorry. I’m a plagiarist.

RED STATE EDITORS
(sobbing) Oh! Oh!

BEN DOMENECH
Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Red State Editors!

(Red State Editors, still moaning and sobbing, put a gun to Ben’s face. We hear the door burst open)

RED STATE COMMENTERS
Freeze! Drop the fucking gun, buddy! Put the gun down! Don’t do it! Don’t shoot our brother in arms! Drop the gun, man! Drop the gun! Drop the fucking gun! We’re going to fucking blow you away!

(Gunshot. Then more gunshots, and Red State Editors are blown out of shot)

fin

Disclaimer: By the way, part of the intended irony is that this was plagiarised directly from what I assume is the actual script of the film, but it was brought to my attention that some might assume I had transcribed it myself. I figured I’d come clean now, and also add that I blame Michelle Malkin for my lapse. Plus I was only 30. And also that I met Quentin Tarantino at a party once and he said he loved my work. I said, “Thanks. Hey, 10 years from now can I rejigger your Reservoir Dogs script?” And he said, “Sure.”

So eat it, cobags.

I like Mike Doughty, and have for years. I vaguely knew that M. was a poet but had never really read anything by him - his lyrics are a huge part of what made Soul Coughing one of the best bands of the 90s.

Well, I’ve read a couple poems now, and I’m not sure. What do you think?

The Incredible Magnetic Man

Onward to Victory, mule,
with a subatomic glimmer of rage
humming a hot inch below the cheekbones

moving down Water Street like an ox
hound in fleshy lumber, muscles and lumps
pouched up and numb like insect bites

Inside the contours of veins blown up
by mosquitos into tidek balloons,
a single radiowave transmits itself
into loose bits of metal scattered around;
Keys. Beltbuckles. Scissors. Headphones.

Streetlights sizzle like bees being taken to slaughter.

On Water Street, two legs
are the chick of drills
spearing into the blacktop

in the light further down
what you can only hope will be
some Imperial China is actually
the orange noise
at the ends of cigarettes
glowing at your approach

and

I’ll Be Your Baby Doll, I’ll Be Your Seven Day Fool -

Tonight the train is a curveball
sloping towards portions of
Darkest Brooklyn; some house unlit,
like a blank face, where I assume
you sit unsatisfied in a cubical room.

Update:

In Honor of Jeff Goldstein - by the Liberal Avenger

Manshake.

Manshakemanshakemanshakemanshake.

Manshakemanshakemanshakemanshakemanshakemanshakemanshakemanshakemanshakemanshakemanshake.

Manshake.

A Parrotline exclusive:

2006’s Own Jeff Gannon
We’re gonna miss you, Ben. Your time with the Washington Post will be even shorter than Jeff Gannon’s stint as a White House correspondent. And let’s face it: That’s really sad.

The basic sense I’m getting is the guy couldn’t write for shit, which is evident if you read his non-plagiarized opinion columns for his student newspaper. So, to puff up his cred he stole stuff. Presumably being lazy had something to do with it.

(By the way, we all seem to be forgetting this. (Bottom of the post.) I try to forget mainly because I’m not the one who came up with it in the first place. I’m petulant like that.)

Update: From comments at a familiar-sounding Thers post comes this hilarity (apropos of this):

We. Must. Ridicule.

What shall we do when right-wing bloggers make crazy-ass posts that will certainly rank in their top 10 “God I Wish That Wasn’t Cached” lists? Do we say nothing? Do we stand around with our hands in our pockets? Do we just let them dig a deeper and deeper hole from which not even light can escape?

I say we do something. We recognize that what they do for us and what they do for the liberal cause is 10 times greater than what we could ever do for ourselves. The asses they make of themselves are like societal-shifting, Santorum-esqe, dog-love communes compared to our “one man, one finger, one jar of peanut butter, one dog” Jeff Goldstein-esqe brand of canine lust.

No. We must stand behind our friends, no matter how awkward and confused they may feel about it. And We. Must. Reach. Around.

We owe them all so much.

Update 2:

Domenech was Malkin’s editor for Unhinged. Fascinating.

Malkin:

It is one thing to paraphrase basic facts from a wire story.

Paraphrasing basic facts is one thing. Changing adjectives and calling it new is definitely another.

Update 3: Well, that was fun while it lasted.

Contrary to rumor, I am not Ben Domenech. The similarity between my pseudonym and Ben’s racist, sexist, freaky-ass alter ego’s name is purely coincidence.

I am, in fact, Jeff Goldstein.

Not really.

Shorter Malkin:

They’re just scientists. They don’t get intellectual property.

Apparently, the only group of scientists whose work shouldn’t be in the public domain is the drug companies.

Malkin in a happier time:

It sure is easy to be a Share Bear when it comes to the pilfering of other peoples’ copyrighted works.

Yep, it sure is.

Malkin seems genuinely surprised that CAIR came out in favor of Abdul Rahman, the Afghani man under threat of death for converting to Christianity.

Nothing sadder than someone believing their own propaganda, is there?

I’m not altogether sure what to make of this poster. About the last thing I would make of it, however, is Malkin’s interpretation:

With all due respect, those giving the U.N. the benefit of the doubt and advocating this benign interpretation are looking at the graphic bass-ackwards. The puzzle pieces represent unity and tolerance; the red LEGO represents a blaring, non-conformist, and unacceptable “shape of racism.”

In honor of this out-of-left-field torturing of logic: