Romney & Ryan: Does the Mendacity Need to be Pointed Out?
“What we need is a critique of visual culture that is alert to the power of images for good and evil and that is capable of discriminating the variety and historical specificity of their uses.” - W.J.T. Mitchell. Picture Theory (1994).
"Ryan had to know he was deceiving the American people when he and the Romney team prepared his speech.How bad is it when we rely on Condi Rice* as a benchmark for honesty and straight talk?
But the “deficit hawk” congressman who voted for two unfunded wars, a budget-busting prescription drug plan that steered billions into the accounts of Big Pharma, and the bank bailout of 2008 made his choice long ago. He’s not going to level with the American people. He’s going to try to make them believe things that are not true."
"How many fans of Pussy Riot’s zany “punk prayer” in the Cathedral of Christ the Savior and Nadezhda Tolokonnikova’s erudite and moving closing statement were equally thrilled by her participation, naked and heavily pregnant, in a public orgy at a Moscow museum in 2008? That performance, by the radical art group Voina (Russian for “war”), was meant to illustrate how Russians were abused by their government. Voina had previously set fire to a police car and drew obscene images on a St. Petersburg drawbridge.
Stunts like that would get you arrested just about anywhere, not just in authoritarian Russia. But Pussy Riot and its comrades at Voina come as a full package: You can’t have the fun, pro-democracy, anti-Putin feminism without the incendiary anarchism, extreme sexual provocations, deliberate obscenity and hard-left politics." - Vadim Nikitim
"And his only excuse--now, it's not an excuse for the lie, it's a "I can lie cleverly" boast--is: "I very deliberately said 'the insurance coverage provisions of the ACA', not 'the ACA'".And here, at The Atlantic, is a more temperate riposte, in which their business and economics editor slices and dices Ferguson's claims. Niall? Newsweek?
Fire his ass.
Fire his ass from Newsweek, and the Daily Beast.
Convene a committee at Harvard to examine whether he has the moral character to teach at a university.
There is a limit, somewhere. And Ferguson has gone beyond it."
Grief lies quietly on the passenger side,
Unwanted company on a long, long drive.
It turns down the quiet songs and turns up the
It goes where you go, it’s been where you’ve been.
Pushing your empty car mile after mile,
Leaves you weeping in the wilderness of the supermarket aisle.
And in the late night kitchen light it sits in a chair
Watching you pretend that it’s not really there, but it is.
So it is and you ask
“Are you predator or friend? The future or the past?”
It hands you your overcoat and opens the door.
You are learning the world again just as before,
But the first time was childhood and now you are grown,
Broken wide open, cut to the bone.
And all that you used to know is of no use at all,
The same eyes you’ve always had have you walking in the walls
And the same heart can’t understand why it’s so hard to feel,
What used to be true, it’s now so unreal, but it is.
So it is and you say
“I wish I were the wind, so that I could blow away”
Grief sits silently on the edge of your bed,
It’s closing your eyes, it’s stroking your head.
The dear old companion it’s taking aback
Watching you pretend it’s not really there.