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Crashing A Trashy House

Ethics, Etiquette, Government, Justice, Politics, Pop-Culture, The Zeitgeist

What’s another couple of malfeasants at the Obama home?

The excerpt is from my new WND.COM column, “Crashing A Trashy House”:

“It took a little over a week. In no time at all, Congress convened to hold hearings into an event that has left Americans – or the few remaining souls not cyber stalking Tiger Woods – deeply shaken.

And no, the ‘dreadfuf’ event I am talking about is not the massacre perpetrated by the jihadi, Maj. Nidal Malik Hasan, at Fort Hood, where 43 military personnel paid a cruel price for the criminal negligence of their superiors.

No one will be convening on Capitol Hill to hear who was culpable for that savagery. Not any time soon.

The investigation into the killing of 13 soldiers and the wounding of 30 by the Muslim serviceman who was coddled by the military and intelligence establishments has been consigned to a commission of inquiry that will, indubitably, exercise great political dexterity in killing accountability. For now, Hasan has been airbrushed out of the story.

The hearings ongoing at the time of writing will probe a far more urgent matter than mass murder on a military base by a fifth columnist.

As I write, The House Homeland Security Committee is investigating the infiltration of the White House by Tareq and Michaele Salahi. The two reality TV ‘stars’ had crashed – or livened up – President Obama’s first White House state dinner on Tuesday, Nov. 24. By Thursday, Dec. 3, our generally dysfunctional representatives and their proxies had summonsed the players in that farce to an inquisition on The Hill. …

The complete column is “Crashing A Trashy House.”

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Crashing The Trash House

Barack Obama, Celebrity, Etiquette, Pop-Culture

TRASH people crash the White House. So what? The place is packed with nasty, noisome parasites. An extra pair makes no difference. At least not to me. Therefore, I’m unexercised by the specter of Tareq and Michaele Salahi frolicking with Rham, Barack, and Biden. There’s something apropos in a couple of reality-show exhibitionists brazenly elbowing their way uninvited into a party of ponces.

This is a party thrown by a president who was launched by the Queen of Kitsch (Oprah). This is the place where Bono came to petition Bush for loot. Before him, Clinton used the space for his nefarious dealings. All in all, from the White House are issued shake-down schemes that make Bernie Madoff look like “a mere babe in grand larceny boot camp.” So it’s entirely fitting that a nation of reality-show viewers should have representatives at the Trash House who themselves “have left an extensive paper trail in federal bankruptcy and state court filings.”

You get the drift: the White House has long since lost the dignity of the office. Trash people crashing a party there completes the picture.

As for security: The president has very few real risks; the huffing and puffing over the alleged danger he was exposed to is just that: a whole lot of hooey.

What you can be sure of is that heads will role over this faux paux. The responsible parties will be made to fall on their swords way faster than will the cogs in the military machine who facilitated the eventual death of 13 servicemen and women at Fort Hood, at the hand of the jihadi Major Nidal Hasan.

Update II: Conservative Chicks

Aesthetics, Conservatism, Gender, Media, Pop-Culture, Republicans, The Zeitgeist

“Blond Squad” is a synonym for the conservatives’ chick of choice. She can be brunette, although that is not as desirable. She has to be dumb.

Here is a cliched comment, if ever there was one, by a conservative columnist about “Carrie [Prejean’s] book, Still Standing:

It “reveals a courageous woman whose Christian faith is still in its infancy. She was thrust into the national spotlight and all too quickly became a heroine for those who are sick and tired of Hollywood and the thought police. Unable to see yet the disconnect between her desire to be a ‘Victoria’s Secret Angel’ and the biblical morality she professes, Carrie is painfully discovering truth as she goes.”

Contrast the comment with the sordid reality:

“Carrie Prejean is known for hard-core sex tapes, nude pictures and a string of lies.”

And this:

“Vivid Entertainment wants to acquire the rights to the ‘erotic footage that Carrie Prejean, former Miss California, produced for her boyfriend,’ according to the letter obtained by TMZ.com. In the letter, Hirsch says Prejean could ‘certainly earn millions of dollars’ from a deal to distribute the racy videos.”

Here is more of Fox News’ favorite character’s trademark narcissism and exhibitionism disguised in the liberal language of the professional victim:

Carrie Prejean says a steamy tape she made for an ex-boyfriend a few years ago was “the biggest mistake” of her life.
The former Miss California USA told Fox News’ Sean Hannity Monday that she shot the racy tape by herself for a boyfriend she loved when she was 17. Later, he “betrayed” her and sold it.

Ann Coulter’s powers of deduction seemingly don’t extend to Conservative Victims and Their Assault on America.

Prejean’s looks comport with what I’ve termed the porn aesthetic. She is most certainly not beautiful.

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Those who’ve been conditioned to consider beautiful women who look well-used, cheap, unrefined, and whorish even in their youth will object. But you only have to think of Audry Hepburn, or the bare-faced Julie Christie to remember what natural, striking beauty is.

Update I: Julie Banderas brought us the brunette dumb moment at Fox News. The self-important anchor asked an embarrassed co-host and their viewers to look at head shot of herself and a very plain man—guys are getting uglier and luckier. If you look closer, was the inference, you’d see not two, but three people. Thus the nation learned that A Child Would Be Born to A Really Dumb Brunette.

Update II (Nov. 17): It gets rather confusing when, with the approval of the Republican coterie of Fox News—and unchallenged on CNN—Carrie Prejean gets to lump herself with Michelle Bachmann as a brilliant conservative woman maligned by media. Conservatives had better take care to separate their bimbos from their firebrands.

Updated: Bring Back The Silent Steely Type

Celebrity, Feminism, Film, Gender, Hollywood, Pop-Culture, The Zeitgeist

Steve Sailer: “After the Tom Cruise generation of boyish, small, and energetic stars, it’s refreshing to see a Golden Age of Hollywoodish leading man like tall, dark, and handsome Jon Hamm, who plays creative director Don Draper as the strong, silent type” in “the cable period drama Mad Men.”

Too true, but bless Steve: In an article about “Mad Men” the series, this is one of the few mentions the MM get.

I’ve watched Mad Men a couple of times, mainly for the Draper character. He’s perfect. As is evident from his tender affair with a teacher, the viewer recently discovered that this complex character (now that’s a novelty) would probably not be quite such an incorrigible philanderer were his beautiful wife not so icy and hostile. Poverty, military service, and a marriage of necessity—these are all interesting facets revealed recently about the Draper character.

I watch it, when it doesn’t get too tedious, for the nostalgia the production triggers—nostalgia for the days when women had soothing, soft voices, spoke in complete sentences, and seemed so much smarter and refined than their modern-day, emancipated shrew sisters.

One more thing: The Cruise generation has been followed by a slew of androgynous, unisex actors supposedly in possession of the Y Chromosome. For example, Ryan Phillippe. Yuk. Unwatchable. Or Leonardo DiCaprio; a fair actor, but frightfully undeveloped physically. I hope Hamm makes a lot of films, thrillers, especially. Maybe a couple of new-generation “Dirty Harry” flicks.

Steve’s spot on: “the show relentlessly exposes the sexism of pre-feminism men like Don Draper, seemingly for today’s women to cluck over.”

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Update (Oct 31): Oh for heaven’s sake: “Perfect” to describe the Draper character is meant to compliment his dashing looks, manly demeanor, and complexity. There is a lot of good about him.

Asserted and assimilated by men in the Comments Section is the feminist truism whereby saying that a man would be a good husband if he only had a loving wife is an excuse for the man’s innate badness.

Given the profile of the average woman—leftist, whining, romance-reading, Oprah-watching idiot—it makes perfect sense to feel sorry for a lot of men.

I have only to watch couples purchasing homes on the “House and Garden” channel to marvel at why more men don’t stray. The average woman shopping for a home:

“The dog would love this yard. This yard is not large enough for the dog.” Here’s a fem checking over a $1.3 million home: “my couch will go well in this living room; no, I can’t fit that grand sofa I purchased at Target in here.”

And I’m saying to Sean: “The agent is kind of cute. She gets that you don’t purchase a home to accommodate your ugly old furniture. Or dog! He should go for her.”

It’s also possible that TV reflects the worst of America.

However, certain verbose individuals should take a cue or two from the silent steely type. Never shutting up; never censoring yourself—spewing forth with every infarct of a thought the misfiring brain produces: now that is bloody off-putting.

Draper does not talk a lot. My favorite people ration speech.

An exchange with writer Rob Stove produced these BAB memories/thoughts some time ago:

“When my daughter was seven-years old, her school assigned her the task of describing her parents. On her father, daddy’s darling heaped unrealistic praise (the tables have since turned. Excellent!). For her affection-starved mother, the little lady reserved a matter-of-fact appraisal. ‘My mother,’ she wrote in her girlie cursive, ‘is a quiet woman who speaks mainly when she has something to say.’ (Rob’s riposte: ‘if everyone rationed speech thus, the entire mainstream punditocracy would cease to exist.’ Amen.)”

Pinpointed by my perceptive chatterbox of a child, this economy explains the lack of gush in my writing. Cutting and slashing at a column are one of the best things a writer can do. That’s my advice to budding writers (or people who believe they are writers). Slash mercilessly.