Andrew Breitbart goes to hell

 

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Wingnut Andrew Breitbart died today, and I celebrated the news. (The racist, right-wing fascist is shown above in October 2009.) Breitbart and I had some things in common — he was a white man with blue eyes, and so am I, and he keeled over at age 43 (I’d thought that he at least was pushing 50), while I just turned 44 yesterday — but that’s all that he and I had in common.

Why do people act as though people who were major assholes in life suddenly somehow become angelic in death?

Wingnutty slanderer and white supremacist Andrew Breitbart, whom I always thought of as Archie Bunker Jr., was a piece of shit who, long before he reportedly died this morning, should have donated his organs to someone else who could have made much, much better use of them.

Breitbart kicked the bucket just a day after my birthday, but it was a great belated birthday gift nonethless; truly, when I read the headline this morning, I was elated. Breitbart and his kind seldom seem to die young, but seem to live forever, fueled by their spite (Pope Palpatine comes to mind).

When evil people like Andrew Breitbart do die young, it’s a boon to humanity. Statistically speaking, Breitbart could have lived to do even more damage for more than the next 20 years.

Andrew Breitbart was not, as Texas Gov. Prick Perry said of him, a “mighty warrior!” (Sarah Palin also called Breitbart a “warrior.”) Breitbart was a fucking liar and a fucking coward, a self-serving race-baiter and scandal-monger without whom the world is much better off.

Breitbart’s crimes against decency and morality were many, but probably his worst crime was his selective editing of the video of a speech that former U.S. Department of Agriculture employee Shirley Sherrod gave at an NAACP fundraising dinner in March 2010.

Breitbart’s selective editing of the speech made Sherrod, who is black, look like an anti-white racist, when, in fact, her speech was about the evil of all forms of racism. Sherrod, who knee-jerkedly was fired by the beyond-pathetic Obama administration before she had received anything like due process — the Obama administration, apparently terrified of being accused of favoring black Americans, loves to throw black Americans like Sherrod and Van Jones under the bus at the very first whiff of a hint of an impending lynching by the KKK — sued Breitbart for defamation last year. The slanderer croaked before the defamation suit could run its course through the court system.

Breitbart was also known for having brought the world lurid images of former Democratic U.S. Rep. Anthony Weiner, who resigned as a result of the petty sex scandal that should not have been the end of his political career. (Weiner did nothing illegal, and the matter was between him and his wife, but the craven Democrats [well, DINOs] in D.C. couldn’t distance themselves from him enough. This was yet another instance of Democratic caving in to the right-wing fascists.)

Those are the two things that Andrew Fucking Breitbart was most known for: slandering Shirley Sherrod as a whitey-hating racist and exposing Anthony Weiner’s wiener. Yeah, that’s the stuff of a “mighty warrior!”

Really, if Prick Perry and Sarah Palin are praising you, then you are one fucking worthless asshole.

Had Andrew Breitbart fought to improve the lives of the many, instead of to aggrandize himself, if he had fought the plutocratic powers that be instead of helped them to carry out their agenda in which the filthy rich few benefit at the expense of the many, then we could say that he was a “mighty warrior,” but again, he was no such thing; he was a pathetic fucking coward.

And before you leave some stupid fucking, wholly predictable comment slamming me for “speaking ill of the dead” or the like, know that Wikipedia notes that “In the hours immediately following Senator Ted Kennedy’s death, Breitbart called Kennedy a ‘villain,’ a ‘duplicitous bastard,’ a ‘prick’ and ‘a special pile of human excrement.'”

Some “mighty warrior,” indeed. Andrew Breitbart in death deserves no better than what he gave in life.

And, unfortunately, it’s not just his fellow KKK members who are proclaiming nice things about Breitbart. The hypocritical millionairess Arianna Huffington, the pampered princess who fancies herself a progressive who stands up for the little guy against the “pigs at the trough” even though she raked in millions of dollars on the backs of unpaid writers for her website The Huffington Post, gushed:

“I was asked many times this morning for my thoughts on what Andrew meant to the political world, but all I can think of at the moment is what Andrew meant to me as a friend, starting from when we worked together — his passion, his exuberance, his fearlessness. And above all, what I’m thinking of at the moment is his amazing wife Susie and their four beautiful young children. My love and thoughts are with them right now.”

Fuck you, Arianna. You could have just kept your mouth shut. (Many if not most evil people throughout history have had families — that simple fact doesn’t make them and their deeds any less evil.)

That Huffington calls Breitbart a “friend” — indeed, I think, we can judge people by the company they keep.

Anyway, now, if James O’Keefe would just die…

Arianna Huffington, case in point

Self-important baby boomer (I know, that’s redundant…) Arianna Huffington thinks that you care how much sleep she gets each night. I know that I sure the fuck don’t.

I’m on a roll with my anti-baby-boomer crusade, so let me next discuss baby boomer Arianna Huffington as an illustration of some of the things that I’ve been talking about.

I have noted before that even liberal baby boomers suck to at least some degree.

Huffington is a case in point.

Huffington doesn’t pay the people who contribute to her website, The Huffington Post (estimated to be worth as much as $200 million), although she sure bashed her fellow money-grubbing swine in her book Pigs at the Trough.

Huffington herself — who used to be married to millionaire Repugnican Michael Huffington, until he came out of the closet, and who espoused right-wing ideas and values before she turned to the left — sure the fuck isn’t hurting, from what I can tell, but she can’t — or rather, won’t — pay her writers.

Huffington’s latest kick is her “Sleep Challenge 2010,” in which, I guess, her point is that women don’t get enough sleep, and so she’s trying to get more sleep and she’s going to tell us all about it.

Here are excerpts from her post on day four of her “Sleep Challenge 2010”:

…I’ve yet to meet my challenge goal of getting eight hours of sleep a night. But I’ve gotten close — getting seven and a half hours each of the last three nights.

And I’m already seeing the benefits, such as starting my day feeling like one of those horrible “rise and shine” people you normally want to throttle when you are among the sleep-deprived. And I’m hitting the ground running, minus the morning mental fog….

…Another luscious sleep aid: the yummy pink silk pajamas I just got as a gift. Just putting them on made me feel ready for bed — so much more than the cotton T-shirts I usually wear at night. These pajamas are unmistakably “going to bed clothes,” not to be confused with “going to the gym clothes.” Far too many of us have given up on the distinction between what you wear during the day and what you wear to bed. Slipping on the PJs is a signal to your body: time to shut down!

I also made sure I had my Blackberries (yes, I have more than one!) charging far, far away from my bed so I could avoid the middle-of-the-night temptation to check the latest news — which these days usually includes word on which Democrat is announcing his retirement and which Republican is accusing Obama of being “soft” on terror….

…My daughter is heading back east today, so my biggest challenge going forward will be my coffee consumption. All my friends know what a coffee addict I am — and will appreciate how tough it’s been to stick to my new vow not to have a drop of coffee after noon. So far this week I’ve tried and failed to keep my vow — that’s why I’m going public with it. Can you please be my Caffeine Police? If you see me drinking coffee after noon, you have my permission to take it from me — even if you have to pry my fingers off the cup!…

Are these the frantic rantings of a grown woman or of a fucking teenager?

There is nothing on the planet more pathetic than a baby boomer trying to be young and hip again.

It would never occur to me, a Generation X’er, that anyone would give a flying fuck about how much sleep I get every night, how many Blackberries I own (but for the record: zero), what I wear to bed, or that I’m trying to kick my coffee habit.

Arianna, get a fucking grip.

The polar ice caps are melting. We don’t give a fuck that you’re trying to kick coffee or that you just love your pink silk jammies. Nor do we need to hear you brag about how many electronic toys that you can afford to own because you don’t pay your writers.

Again, even the most liberal and progressive of the baby boomers — and even those who weren’t even born here in the United States, like Huffington (she was born in Athens, Greece) — are annoyingly self-centered and selfish.

That Arianna Huffington is one of the good ones — that speaks volumes of the problem of the baby boomers.

Assorted shit

I’ve seen at least two articles — one by Arianna Huffington and the other on AlterNet.org — that posit that the ouster of Van Jones as a “green jobs” adviser from the Obama White House is the best thing that could have happened to Jones.

The idea apparently is that Jones will be able to do a lot more from outside of the White House than he could do from within it.

This seems logical. I mean, I can’t imagine working for the White House communications team, for instance. I mean, assuming that I could even get on the White House communications team, with my profanity-laced Internet screeds that date back to 2002 (um, Repugnicans aren’t just assholes, but they’re dirty fucking assholes) — and I couldn’t (so much for free fucking speech in the “land of the free”) — I’d have to be “proper” and “professional” all the time.

In other words, I couldn’t be myself. Just shoot me. (But only after you shoot Glenn Beck.)

Anyway, notes Huffington:

…No longer tied to his desk with a sock in his mouth, Van [Jones] is now freed to do what he does best: inspire and energize groups around the country. Student groups and labor groups and small business groups and middle class Americans everywhere who are losing jobs and losing homes and losing hope.

He’s free to push with all his might and insight for the vision tens of millions of Americans tirelessly worked for during the presidential campaign — the vision they voted for in November — but which is now in danger of being drowned in the fetid political swamps of Washington.

If Glenn Beck had any sense at all, he would have done everything in his power to keep Van Jones right where he was….

Huffington goes on in her piece to eschew the 9/11 “conspiracy theorists,” and I don’t understand this bandwagon, the need to frantically position oneself into one extreme camp or the other — usually into the camp that of course the unelected Bush regime that (after it stole the 2000 presidential election) lied about Iraq’s possession of weapons of mass destruction and fabricated color-coded “terrorism alerts” and just allowed Hurricane Katrina to ravage New Orleans never would have just let 9/11 happen!

My stance on 9/11 is that while I am not comfortable going so far as to say that the Bush regime orchestrated 9/11, I certainly wouldn’t put it past the Bush regime to have had a good idea that it was going to happen but at the minimum to have been nonchalant about it. I mean, again, look how well the unelected Bush regime handled Hurricane Katrina, for which there had been plenty of warning!

The AlterNet.org article, by executive editor Don Hazen, is titled “Five Reasons Why Van Jones and Progressives are Better Off with Jones Out of the White House” and gives these five reasons: “Now he’s a household name” (and “Now he has a national stage”); “He’s been rescued from obscurity” (a bit redundant); “He’s the leader progressives need” (kind of like a New & Improved Barack Obama! — Now With Balls!, I guess); “He has a renewed charge to speak the truth”; and “He can provide real vision and organizing framework.”

While I think that it would be incredibly ironic if Jones, thanks to Glenn Beck, became the kind of progressive leader that Obama promised to be but hasn’t been, I can’t say that I agree with Hazen’s assertion that Jones can be more effective than even Michael Moore can be (I mean, racism most likely always will work against Jones, and Moore doesn’t have that particular problem).

And I cringed to read Hazen’s quasi-likening of Van Jones to Al Sharpton in that Sharpton first came into the limelight with some notoriety but now is a well-known guy, and that the same might happen for Jones. Gee, I certainly hope that Jones doesn’t follow the self-serving blowhard Sharpton’s (or Jesse Jackson’s) path…

(Not to say that neither Sharpton nor Jackson ever accomplished anything worthwhile, but these days they’re little but media whores for every black issue that comes up, such as even the death of Michael Jackson, which, from what I can tell, had to do with Michael Jackson, not with racism.)

Van Jones can do much better than that, and I suspect that he will.

While Huffington needs to cool her rhetoric on the 9/11 stuff, since she doesn’t have any more information about what, if any, role that the Bush regime played in 9/11 (even just permitting it to happen) than I do or you do, I do like her final statement on Jones:

Glenn Beck has taken Van out of his in-the-shadows position and thrust him into the spotlight. I told Van after his resignation that I hope he will take the extra attention and energy Beck created for him and, like a jujitsu black belt, turn the blow into an opening, an opportunity to transform the negative attack into something positive for himself and for the country.

Yup. As I noted, I’d never even heard of Van Jones before the racist, fascist, dipshit wingnut Glenn Beck decided to gun for Jones, but now the paperback edition of Jones’ best-selling 2008 book The Green Collar Economy: How One Solution Can Fix Our Two Biggest Problems is on my amazon.com wish list. It is to be released on September 29, and it would be fucking great if Jones’ book surpasses any of Beck’s on the best-seller lists.

Finally, is Van Jones one burning hot hunk of a man or what?

He gets me all fired up about environmentalism… Is it hot in here or is it me or is it global warming?

Thank you, Glenn Beck, you fugly son of a bitch, for putting this beautiful hunk of man into the national spotlight, where he belongs.

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Over lunch today my brother and I discussed that surely the wingnuts have claimed that the Obama adminstration had a socialist indoctrination speech all ready to go for the nation’s schoolkiddies today — but he scrapped it at the last minute only because of pre-emptive wingnut outrage.

Sure enough, I see this in Salon.com’s War Room from today:

…Florida Republican Party Chairman Jim Greer, who’d been one of the most high-profile critics of [Obama’s back-to-school] address, terming it “indoctrination,” conceded that it was a good speech — even one he’d want his kids to hear. But he wasn’t willing to drop his allegations completely.

“Now that the White House got their hand in the cookie jar caught, they changed everything, they redid the lesson plans, they released the text, and tomorrow he’s gonna give a speech that every president should have an opportunity to give,” Greer said [yesterday].

“I would anticipate, based on this president being so vocal and so aggressive about his vision of America, where government is in every aspect of our lives, I believe that the speech that he was gonna give, based on the lesson plans, is different.”

Oh, puhfuckinglease. Yes, some wording of the optional lesson plan accompanying Obama’s back-to-school address was changed because it was viewed as too political — schoolkids were asked how they would help the Obama administration reach national educational goals or something like that — but that hardly means that Obama was poised to turn our precious little freedom-lovin’ ones into frothing-at-the-mouth, flag-burning pinkos.

And it’s not like Obama could have said anything that he wanted to the nation’s schoolchildren — such as to report their parents to him via the White House website if their parents they think that Sarah Palin-Quayle would make a great president, you betcha! — and there would have been no blowback from that.

Of course, the wingnuts’ biggest problem with Barack Obama is that he’s presiding while black.

You can’t be blatantly racist these days, so before Obama was elected president, code for “He’s a nigger!” was “He’s a Muslim!” (To this day the xenophobic, racist, fucktarded wingnuts call Obama “Osama” and emphasize that his middle name is Hussein.) Today, the most commonly used wingnut code for “He’s a nigger!” is “He’s a socialist!”

My black sisters and brothers, this white gay man apologizes to you for those members of his race who hate you for your race — but who still call themselves “Christians.” (Most of them, anyway.)

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For more assorted shit, please see yesterday’s post on Labor Day if you haven’t already. The stuff on Michael Moore’s “Capitalism: A Love Story” and Oliver Stone’s “South of the Border” got a bit buried, but I’m too lazy to dig it out.