Department of Book Reports: The Price of Right

I got an email earlier this week, asking about Second Life. One member of the troops here, wanted to come over to Cafe Wellstone for our clandestine meetings. Turns out, she's one of the folks the General met last week while trying to separate Church and State. And she's written a book!

The Price Of Right (Sterling & Ross Publishers, $14.95) From the publisher's catalog "Conservatism has run America into the ground, and it always will. How can it not? It's a governing philosophy based on myth, used to concentrate power in the hands of the few to the detriment of the many- exactly the opposite of what was intended by the founding fathers."
Here's one reviewer: "Morgan does a terrific job of fitting the pieces together and painting a picture that has the potential to reach a lot of people. This is a book that might open some eyes. I recommend reading it and then giving it to a Republican."
and here's another review from Journeys with Jood.

I'm so tickled to have met Idella (Alicia)! We're going to have a book signing in Second Life at Virtual Jackson Street Books, next Saturday at 2pm SLT (that's Pacific Time on your planet). I'll be sending copies of The Price Of Right to Idella for signature, and then she'll forward them to the correct homes. Let me know if you'd like a copy of your very own and we'll get all the arrangements made.

Idella blogs over at Last Left Turn Before Hooterville. It was there I found out she sang on Neil Young's Living With War album. How cool is that? You can find her wicked cartoons here.

The remodel for Jackson Street Books looks never-ending. We've decided to put shelves up in every spare inch of the house and get the catalog back online as soon as possible. I hope to make that announcement by the end of this month. In the meantime, Fine Independent Bookstores everywhere will have copies of The Price of Right.

Update: Linkie fixed.

UPDATE 2, from Alicia:
On the Radio Tuesday With Rev. Barry Lynn!
Heads-up! This Tuesday, Nov. 18, I'll be doing a radio interview with the awe-inspiring Rev. Barry Lynn, executive director of Americans United for Separation of Church and State, at 1:00 PT. The show is called Culture Shocks and it can be heard on the radio live in these markets:

Los Angeles and the Inland Empire - KCAA 1050 AM
Washington, D.C. - WMET 1160 AM World Radio
Monterey, CA - KRXA AM 540
Cameron, TX - KTAE 1330 AM

and also streaming live and podcasting from Culture Shocks.

I hope you can tune in to the show live!

The Angel Moroni on Prop 8

Mormons officially oppose the ERA.
Mormons issue statement opposing MX missile deployment; worried Zion will be nuked.
Official Mormon statement urging members to oppose marriage equality.
Church refuses to sign letter condemning torture.
Torturing the Gay Away

Mad Drunken Skilz

John Hinderaker
Powerline Blog

Dear John,

Your recent post comparing Obama's barely-functional speaking skills with President Bush's oratorical genius prompted me to think about other skills Obama lacks and Our Glorious Leader masters.

I'm particularly concerned about three skills that could endanger the Secretly Amish One's health. Specifically, I'm worried about drunken pretzel eating, drunken bicycle riding, and drunken Segue driving. I fear for BHO's safety if he he doesn't reach the level of expertise Leader W has demonstrated in his drunken pursuits. After all, Jesus ain't going to have a reason to return if the anti-christ is too incapacitated to enslave the world.

Hopefully, the transition will involve a lot of practice at getting plastered and trying to perform simple activities. Obama needs the reps.

That goes for Biden too. He has yet to demonstrate his proficiency at drunken friend's face shooting. Hey, maybe you could help him out with that.

Well that's enough business talk. How's the family? Did you ever get around to talking your boy into doing the patriotic thing and joining the army?

Heterosexually yours,

Gen. JC Christian, patriot

Joe Lieberman for SUAC Chair

Word is that Senate Democrats are considering keeping Joe Lieberman on board as the chair of the Homeland Security Committee. I think that's a good idea. He'll do a great job of undermining any efforts made by Obama and the Senate to reinstate troublesome constitutional restrictions against torture, domestic spying, arbitrary detentions, etc. But is that really the right place for him? I mean there are plenty of others who could step in--senators Landrau or Nelson for instance.

If the Senate Democrats are truely interested in being undermined from inside their caucus, they should consider creating a special committee--one modeled on the old House Committee on Un-American Activities (HUAC)-- just for Sen. Lieberman. He's proven himself to be up to the task. After all, he's spent the last year or so working on a campaign that strongly promoted the notion that the President-Elect and his followers are un-American. And for the last six or so years before that, he regularly attacked the patriotism of anyone who questioned the wisdom of Our Leader's Glorious Crusade Against The Brown And Their Constitution-Defending Fellow Travelers.

And let's not forget that Sen. Lieberman did not do this all on his own. He had a great staff out there working hard to convince people that Democrats are dangerous Marxists who cannot be trusted. Liebermanistas like Marshall Whitman and Dan Gerstein both deserve to receive important positions within the Obama administration so they can continue to promote the Bush legacy for eight more years.

Why is it...

...that when a good, conservative family man blows off a little steam by engaging in a bit of "German prison roleplay" the liberal media immediately labels him a Nazi?

From Bartholomew:

The background to this the "Max Mosley case"; Mosley, who heads Formula One racing, was photographed some months ago cavorting with prostitutes in an S&M scenario; the News of the World alleged, but was unable to prove, that there had been “Nazi” overtones, which was interesting for psychoanalyists as Mosley is the son of 1930s British fascist leader Oswald Mosley. Mosley successfully sued under privacy legislation, and was awarded £60,000 - more money than most people earn over several years. He’s now planning a libel action based on the "Nazi" accusation, claiming that in fact he was merely indulging in “German prison” roleplay.

Constitutional Amendment to Ban Christian Divorces

you break Jesus' heart when divorce is let in
you treat him like trash when you engage in such sin
but put not the steed before the love carriage
if you don't want some horse shit all over your marriage
if you think THE GAY is a slight to your vows
you haven't been looking at what's down at the DOW
and war, which destroys all that you hold dear
is truly a threat to all marriage, it's clear

but do many churches spend millions against
the merchants of death? i'll give you a hint
the mormons, the catholics and born again saints
cover the spectrum with one can of paint
poverty, health care: threats to us all
destroying marriages after the fall
but when do the voters rise up to fight back?
when Homo-Suppressives go on the attack

so now, it is plain, we must chart a new course
and mandate for all the War On Divorce
for christians who feel they must draw a line
it is time for them to see all the signs
divorce is the enemy and it must be stopped
marriage is sacred: preserve at all costs
and so, all you christians, soon nailed to your fate
when divorce is outlawed by the will of the state!

++++

Image of Jesus, whose heart is broken every time a Christian marriage breaks, wants you to vote to end divorce for all those who claim to be Christian. And goddamn the rest of them!

++++

Ron Skytower sets the record straight

In case anyone was confused about the results of the debate between my Inner Frenchman and Ron Skytower (the one true heir to the legacies of both Joe and Charlie McCarthy, as well as David Duke), Ron declared victory in my comments:

I was interested to read the various comments posted here about our debate. I do have to say that I'm astonished that most of them seem to think that you won somehow! That is simply not the case.

Good. I'm glad we cleared that up.

Update: Skytower challanges my Inner Frenchman to another debate. Here's his response.

Heart of Dorkness (revisted)

With all the Lieberman/Palin news that came up while I was gone, I thought I should repost the final chapter of my Heart of Dorkness series. It features them in a way that complements the current stories.

It was the nooses I noticed first. they were hanging from trees, signs, awnings any thing with an overhang. He was close now.

Then came the effigies. The nooses were no longer empty. We had arrived. McCain-Palin Headquarters stood before us.

Grabbing my Bob Dole pen I headed for the entrance. Joe Lieberman intercepted me at the door. "Why are you here," he asked.

"I'm here to see Sen. McCain," I answered, showing him the pen.

Joe replied:

Hey, man, you don't talk to John. You listen to him. The man's enlarged my mind. He's a poet-warrior in the classic sense. I mean, sometimes he'll, uh, well, you'll say "Hello" to him, right? And he'll just walk right by you, and he won't even notice you. And suddenly he'll grab you, and he'll throw you in a corner, and he'll say "Do you know that 'if' is the middle word in life? 'If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,'"

I mean, I'm no, I can't-- I'm a little man; no, I'm a great man; he's... John's a great man too. But not as great as me. I should be president. It's my turn. The Democrats conspired against me, casting their votes for John Kerry and Howard Dean. And the bloggers, the bloggers, man. They called me droopy dog. THEY CALLED ME DROOPY DOG!

But John, it's like he should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across floors of silent seas. What the fuck does that mean? What the fuck am I talking about? I don't know, but John, I mean, what are they gonna say about John, when he's gone, huh? What are they gonna say? Are they gonna say "he was a kind man?" "He was a wise man?" "He had plans?" "He had wisdom?" Bullshit, man! What are they gonna do when he's gone? What? Are they gonna turn to me? I mean come on, look at me! I'm a god damned laughing stock.I won't have a committee, and they called me Droopy Dog, god damn it! THEY CALLED ME DROOPY DOG; THE FUCKERS! Am I gonna set them straight, NO...You...

The nooses. You're looking at the nooses and the effigies. I, uh--sometimes he goes too far, you know--but he's the first one to blame it on Obama! You have to give him that.

With that, I shoved Lieberman aside and pushed my way into McCain's office.

It was dark inside. It took my eyes awhile to adjust, but finally, I saw him. He was sitting cross-legged on a carpet remnant. It was a lime green shag, straight out of the Seventies.

He was naked. Someone had taken a marker and drawn eyebrows over his nipples and lips around his navel.

He was speaking into a microphone, recording the message for a robocall:

We encourage College Republicans to hold "immigrant hunts" and "affirmative action bake sales. But our consultants won't allow them to write "nigger" on their rally banners because they say it's racist!

I watched hedge fund managers riding on the back of Joe the Plumber as he crawled along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. It's my very happy, very erotic dream. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor … and the hedge fund managers survived!

So please remember to join the millions of Floridians who'll be voting against The Black and casting there ballots for me, John McCain, on November 4.

Seeing he had finished, I introduced myself, "Hi, Sen. McCain, I'm Gen. JC Christian."

"Yes, yes," he replied, "you're the guy who sends me pictures of goats dressed in fishnet stockings--it's nice to finally meet you."

"Well, maybe not," I responded, a bit sheepishly, "Bob Dole sent me."

Handing him Bob Dole's pen, I continued, "He asked me to show you this as proof that I am the bearer of his message; The RNSC wants you to drop out of the campaign so Bob Dole can step in. You've gone too far. You've gone beyond using racist dog whistles; your campaign's hate speech is explicit. It's killing our chances."

Anger and indignation flashing over his face, he began jiggling his gut so that it appeared as if the hand-drawn lips around his navel were speaking and said,

The party has no right to condemn me for being overt in my racism. They have no right to ask me to step down because of it. They have no right to do that, not after four decades of the Southern Strategy, not after the horror of the South Carolina Primary in 2000. They have no right to judge me.

The horror you've seen. The horror we've all seen.

I remember the South Carolina Primary in 2000. Seems a thousand centuries ago. Rove's people spread the rumor that my adopted Bangladeshi daughter was actually my black love-child. And I remember...I ...I...I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget.

And then I realized, like I was shot, like I was shot with a diamond, a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, "My God, the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure."

And then I realized they were stronger than me, because they could stand the horror. Rove's men were not monsters. These were men, trained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love, but they had the strength, the strength, to do that. If my campaign had those men, then our troubles would be over very, quickly. You have to have men who are amoral, who are able to utilize their primordial, tribal instincts to destroy an opponent without feeling, without passion, without judgment...without judgment. Because it's judgment that defeats us.

I hired those same men who sought to destroy me in 2000. They work for me now. They will bring me victory in Pennsylvania. They will bring me the electoral college. They will bring me the White House.

Sen. McCain was cut short when his office door swung rapidly open, hitting the wall with a crash and Sarah Palin strode angrily into the room. McCain slid back to furthest edge of his carpet remnant when he saw her. It was the kind of motion that becomes automatic when one is conditioned with fear, like the cowering of a whipped dog or the inevitable rant by Pamela Atlas Shrugs whenever an Arab is interviewed on television.

"I've been listening," she began, "I've heard every word."

She continued:

Take your pen back to Dole and McConnell. They are irrelevant, now. The Party is irrelevant. John McClain is irrelevant. This campaign is about my return in 2012, when I redeem the Party and the nation and usher in an era of Biblically-based free-market-oriented governance.

But the Party must die first. It must be purged of those who gave us that ancient pile of festering anger you came to depose. It must also be cleansed of the Giulianis and Romneys and others who worship at the false alters of idolatry.

That is what this election is about. That is what this election will be, the Republican Party's apocalypse. I will return after the cleansing and preside over a rapture of the righteous, raising up the most worthy to lead a new Republican Party into victory.

Will you be among those I rapture, General?

Rarely, is there a moment when a person, faced with a decision of tremendous consequence, is blessed with a clarity of vision that allows him or her to choose a course with out doubt or reservation. This was my moment. I was Paul on the Road to Damascus.

"Yes, my Lord," I replied, tearily, "show me the way."

Heart of Dorkness Index
1. Prologue
2. The Mission
3. I Love the Smell of Vaseline in the Morning
4. Never Get Out of the Pinto
5. The Horror

Infiltrating the Separationists

Back from the Americans United for the Separation of Church and State Conference. My camera failed me. I don't understand what happened to it. It was refurnished Kodak Instamatic spy camera the Department of Homeland Security purchased from Haliburton. You'd think a $15.2M camera wouldn't be harmed when hidden in a man's secret parts, but hey maybe all that rubbing against the 9mm Glock I also had packed there caused the damage.

Thank God Fran took pics.

Please notice that Blue Gal lies about being blue--she's a white woman--and Dr. Zaius is not our ape overlords' Minister of Science.

Unfortunately, she didn't get any of that bastard who tortured the body of Our Lord, or of the Card-Carrying Buddhist who looks like Meryl Streep (maybe she is Meryl Streep--damned commie), theVast Left Conspirator and Lambert from that Eyetalian Blog, a culture terrorist, a real life evolutionist, and one very very pissed off veteran who actually smiled a lot--great guy.

Update, Pics of PZ, the Eyetalians, our host Rev. Barry Lynn, and my hand (I think) here.

Thanks so much to Beth Corbin of AU for inviting me and to those of you who helped out. I picked up lots of great intel there and will be blogging about it and Alicia Morgan's great book in the future.