I’ve alluded to this particular photo for a few years, for the benefit of some of my readers (Does 5 count as some?).
Anyway, it’s over the jump – the rumored (rumoured to at least three of you) raccoon photo, taken in 1993 at an acquaintance’s residence.
Dawn, singing Steely Dan . . . .
While I still think Paul Anka has the championship title of worst song in the world, I’m amazed that this duo managed to suck every bit of angst, despair, irony and darkness out this song.
Let’s see . . . . Brazilian officials are worried about an 8-year old passing a law school entrance exam (here), and Americans hardly bat an eye at the fact their Attorney General can’t decide whether or not simulated drowning is torture despite the fact that it’s been a courtmartial offense for more than a century.
Not to mention that, in my own little corner of
hell small-town America, I personally know of two attorneys who suggest the positively medieval qualities latent in the U.S. justice system.
One attorney – who unfortunantely lives less than a mile from me – managed to keep his law license for close to 20 years despite a state felony fraud conviction and multiple suspensions by the Virginia State Bar before finally earning a permanent disbarrment.
Another attorney – who unfortunately lives less than 10 miles from me – still has his license despite a federal felony conviction on matters connected to the questionable disappearance of a reported drug dealer. In a delectable piece of irony, said attorney was disqualified as an assistant special prosecutor when defense attorneys in the case helpfully noted that his status as a convicted felon prohibited him from being in contact with a piece of evidence – a firearm. The fact that his special prosecutor status had been requested by his son – who originally was cited by the Virginia State Bar for prosecutorial misconduct in the case’s original indictment – merely added icing to the pastry.
Given the quality of some other examples of the American legal profession in recent years . . .
I’d worry less about juvenile Brazilian barristers and solicitors and more about law schools on the mid-Atlantic coast.
when the kids are behaving exactly like the parents. Not that it really surprises me, but it does have its own chuckle factor:
“WASHINGTON (AP) – The homeland security chief on Saturday tore into his own employees for staging a phony news conference at the Federal Emergency Management Agency. “I think it was one of the dumbest and most inappropriate things I’ve seen since I’ve been in government,” Michael Chertoff said.“I have made unambiguously clear, in Anglo-Saxon prose, that it is not to ever happen again and there will be appropriate disciplinary action taken against those people who exhibited what I regard as extraordinarily poor judgment,” he added.”
Anglo-Saxon prose, eh? Fuck you Chertoff, you shitbag fuckwit goddamn Bush administration mouthpiece and douchebag. How’s that for unambiguously clear, Anglo-Saxon prose?
It doesn’t strike me as the dumbest and most inappropriate thing I’ve ever seen in government. After all, there’s:
- – the actual FEMA and Homeland Security response to Hurricane Katrina
- – the invasion of Iraq (and yes, it was an invasion)
- – George W. Bush in general
- – damn near anything Dick Cheney does on a daily basis, whether or not it’s classified.
- – all those canned news spots issued by a private PR firm under a contract by the federal government on the Medicare drug benefit plan – the one with the fake reporter.
It just goes to show the real point Orwell made in 1984: totalianism in the future is the result of basically stupid, ignorant, know-nothing people that we allow to ooze into positions of responsibility.
This has to be one of the most surreal moments I’ve seen in a while. George Steinbrenner intro’s, Morris Day and the mutha f’in Time on stage . . . . all that’s missing is Billy Martin rising from the dead and doing the Oak Tree . . . .
Maybe a certain Manitoba jurist needs to get down wit’ dis . . .
One day I’ll tell you about the summer in grad school when I was a white Jerome . . . .