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Utterly Clueless

Ted Haggard, the latest naughty Reverand to get caught with his pants down (and, in his case, way way down), has been [formally dumped] from his job as spiritual leader to 30 million evangelicals. To give you an idea of just how clueless these people can be when it comes to human nature, check out [the advice] from Pastor Mark Driscoll on how church leaders can avoid getting into similar situations. David Goldstein at The Huffington Post was the one to unearth this gem, noting the suggestion from Driscoll that a leading cause of adulterous, drug-fueled, gay sex is… fat wives.

The saddest part — these idiots are leaders of millions of people.

War is Stupid

I was speechless the first time I saw it… and I’m still speechless.

Short Bites

Obese Drug Addict with Erectile Dysfunction Criticizes Parkinson’s Patient
Corpulent radio talk show blowhard, Rush Limbaugh (a man who knows something about self-medication) must’ve thought it would be a good idea to take on the “Hollywood elite” when he savaged Michael J. Fox over his support of stem cell research by claiming that he went off his meds as a theatrical stunt. It’s a sign of how out of touch and desperate the Repubs are that their usual schtick isn’t even playing well [in the heartland]. Further bad news for them, Zogby shows in his [latest polling] that Dems are comfortably ahead across the country as we head into the election.

Beating the Gay Drum
The recent NJ Supreme Court decision that requires the legislature in that state to come up with some way to balance the civil rights claims of gay families against those of straights is either [a boon] to the Repubs [or not]. It may be telling that even Slate’s resident [bushy-eyed bigot] — no friend to gay couples — seems to be preparing himself for the inevitability of gay civil unions that are, legally anyway, equivalent to the m-word.

Saw III Rips into America
As a sign of how ass backwards morality has become in Bush Country, while controversy still rages over whether gay couples should be encouraged to form families, not a peep from the conservative moral scolds about the fact that the [number one movie] in the country is a viciously brutal torture porn flick more obscene than anything seen at the most decadent gay pride parade. Some people are, finally, [asking] why the MPAA ratings board keeps giving a pass to these snuff films.

Madonna Dearest

It was just about two weeks ago that the first reports surfaced that Madonna was adopting an African baby. Now, the adoption is being challenged by African child welfare organizations that claim Malawian law was side-stepped for preferential treatment, the child’s father is claiming that he was duped into signing away parental rights and Madonna finds herself immersed in a controversy that may be the least welcome of her career.

With controversy swirling, what is a sincere woman to do but… go on Oprah, of course! Like good mothers in similar circumstances the world over, Madonna set up a satellite feed into the Chicago studios of the Oprah Winfrey Show so that she could decry the evil influences of media while utilizing… well, media. If you didn’t see it, you missed a masterwork of public relations. The ploy was clever in that it allowed her to raise the specter of a villain who is disliked even more than she is — the media — while setting up a necessary ally in her attempt to discredit the boy’s father, who has claimed she duped him into approving adoption when he only wanted foster care.

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The Terror of Tiny Town

Over the past few months I’ve noticed a guy in my neighborhood who walks around wearing a suit about 3 sizes too small, sporting high-water pants the likes of which I haven’t seen since… well since I wore them in 6th grade. I felt sorry for the guy and wondered, “can’t someone tell him what he looks like before he leaves the house in the morning?” Little did I know, it turns out it probably wasn’t just one guy I was seeing (I assumed it was because there couldn’t be more than one such freak per Manhattan neighborhood, right?) — it was probably a small army of cutting-edge fashionistos wearing what the [New York Times] and [New York Magazine] have proclaimed the hottest thing in menswear: teeny tiny suits made by some joker named Thom Browne that make you look like you raided your kid’s closet. The fashion rags gush that Mr. Browne is going to “save” the suit from extinction and none less than that bastion of masculine tradition, Brooks Brothers, has hired him to spruce up their offerings to America’s staid corporate clones. Short pants and knee socks should go over swell in the Boardroom.

Oh and if you’re thinking of snagging one of these suits as a Halloween costume — everything is tiny but the price: $3500… each.

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