Thankfully, Ann Coulter's sort of bile doesn't travel as far as Europe without passing through a number of aghast filters, which goes to show that the Neo-Con movement isn't as powerful and unopposable as it might seem right now.
But she sounds truly awful to me, and she makes me want to swear at her.
I take Moksha's point about those words, words which boil up to the surface most rapidly in most minds in response to her character, before a proper response should be made about this personification of vile.
We need to come up with a new word to describe her without insulting all of the other 'cunts' 'whores' or 'bitches'. But It is sad of course, as these words are being used to describe the temporary role (or position) a person takes up in a given situation or over a particulr period of time, just as she might also be a Mother when she gets back home after a day's bitching over the airwaves: But she wasn't always a Mother, because she was originally a daughter, girl, and baby.
But that's the problem with the english language and its speakers, there aren't enough words that convey in one syllable a despicable personality, without losing a single listener; because its imperative to get across to as many people as possible, quite how shockingly awful the implications of her pronouncements truly are.
I don't know if we have the time to spend in coming up with new words to describe this nasty loose-cannon.
In her case, is "Whore" really such a bad word to apply to her specifically? After all, she doesn't appear on all of these TV shows and gabble in all of those books out of purely charitable goodness.
The reader will see that I'm not a fan of Ann Coulter. She makes me come up with so many contradictory assertions, that I fall straight into the hands of her supporters
Is there such a law in America to prosecute "the Abuse of Freedom of Speech"?
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Miami Vice / 24 and Fascism
Miami Vice, was always a no-no, I have nothing to add to what Kathleen has said about the TV show (you poor woman, I can picture that 80's dancefloor — dreadful!). I never 'got' it, myself — apart from unsuccessfully trying to convince my Mum to get me Ray-Bans and 'highlights' in my bouffy mullet.
On 24 . . .
I have to admit that I was initially caught up in the first series — I am male, after all — but it soon became apparent to me that there were many real problems here.
There is a Hummer, that's just to start with...there are other things going on which are problematic:
The rapid resort to Torture; The idea that everyone else is a suspect; The fusing of 'Technology' with 'Hero' is a classic fascist-fantasy tranche; And the very style of 24, where We, in a very real way, are viewing an example of how we are to Submit in real life, and are expected to praise an individual's action as the epitome of expected behaviour in these so-called 'dangerous times'.
That the programme comes from Rupert Murdoch's Fox TV comes as no surprise — Look through the other end of the telescope and 24 becomes as sinister as a Leni Riefenstahl film.
On 24 . . .
I have to admit that I was initially caught up in the first series — I am male, after all — but it soon became apparent to me that there were many real problems here.
There is a Hummer, that's just to start with...there are other things going on which are problematic:
The rapid resort to Torture; The idea that everyone else is a suspect; The fusing of 'Technology' with 'Hero' is a classic fascist-fantasy tranche; And the very style of 24, where We, in a very real way, are viewing an example of how we are to Submit in real life, and are expected to praise an individual's action as the epitome of expected behaviour in these so-called 'dangerous times'.
That the programme comes from Rupert Murdoch's Fox TV comes as no surprise — Look through the other end of the telescope and 24 becomes as sinister as a Leni Riefenstahl film.
Monday, June 05, 2006
Bluebearded or not
When will I start prattling, Moksha? I know, I know!! Much like a drone bee, I'm either working or sleeping. And it is so incredible that this year is almost halfway through (I think its because I have no visible landmarks).
I'm finding it really difficult to start writing, its very like the feeling I still get when I look at a dance-floor: Where, how, do I start, and, leaving aside that I might look foolish, which bits will wobble strangely?
On friday I'm going to my first opera, I've tried to 'get' opera before, but I can't bear the medium and the pompous bastards who go — I can only justify this excursion, or indeed, patronise this supposéd artform, because of my fondness for Bartók's work. It is his only Opera (maybe he hated the form as much as I do); the very gothic "Bluebeard's Castle".
Went to the library the other day and came away with 5 films, I had this idea I could listen while I pile through my work — but of course, I'd forgotten that I can't speak french, I can't speak japanese, and I can't speak mandarin. So, there they are on my coffee table, mocking my monoglot status, and trying their best to get me to put all other things aside. Here they are . . . La Chinoise by that old pseudo-maoist Jean Luc Godard; Red Beard by Akira Kurosawa; Mon Oncle by Jacques Tati; A Touch of Zen, and Orphée by Jean Cocteau.
Moksha, It was good to see your post at the cynic's. I've just been trying to track down Gunther Grass' complete speech but I guess its not been published yet. The organisers of the occasion he was speaking at look like a Moksha-friendly bunch: http://internationalpen.mindunit.co.uk/index.php?pid=33&aid=428
I'm finding it really difficult to start writing, its very like the feeling I still get when I look at a dance-floor: Where, how, do I start, and, leaving aside that I might look foolish, which bits will wobble strangely?
On friday I'm going to my first opera, I've tried to 'get' opera before, but I can't bear the medium and the pompous bastards who go — I can only justify this excursion, or indeed, patronise this supposéd artform, because of my fondness for Bartók's work. It is his only Opera (maybe he hated the form as much as I do); the very gothic "Bluebeard's Castle".
Went to the library the other day and came away with 5 films, I had this idea I could listen while I pile through my work — but of course, I'd forgotten that I can't speak french, I can't speak japanese, and I can't speak mandarin. So, there they are on my coffee table, mocking my monoglot status, and trying their best to get me to put all other things aside. Here they are . . . La Chinoise by that old pseudo-maoist Jean Luc Godard; Red Beard by Akira Kurosawa; Mon Oncle by Jacques Tati; A Touch of Zen, and Orphée by Jean Cocteau.
Moksha, It was good to see your post at the cynic's. I've just been trying to track down Gunther Grass' complete speech but I guess its not been published yet. The organisers of the occasion he was speaking at look like a Moksha-friendly bunch: http://internationalpen.mindunit.co.uk/index.php?pid=33&aid=428
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