Bill Ayers, aka SOHNEHO, has an Op-Ed in the NY Times. Go on, read it. Just click the link and read it. You know you want to. I can wait.
Oh, wait, you DON’T want to read it? You DON’T care what Bill Ayers thinks about anything, even despite the thousands of mentions he has received in the NY Times over these past months, and despite the DEFINITIVE PROOF that Ayers and President-elect Obama both TOTALLY secretly supported Ryne Sandberg? And now that the stupidest fucking election since the last one is finally over, and now that even the pathetically flimsy and circular “we must talk about him because he is a campaign prop designed to give us something to talk about” justification of his presence in the public sphere is gone, you would rather go back to actually not knowing who the fuck he is, rather than just pretending not to know who the fuck he is as a way of helping others Visualize A World Less Stupid through the transcendant power of slightly exaggerated indifference? Wait, NOBODY FUCKING CARES what Bill Ayers thinks, because he’s SOME OLD HIPPIE NOBODY’S EVER HEARD OF, and he’s taking valuable column inches away from seriously addressing pantomime associations between Obama and attention whoring irrelevencies from this century, such as K-Fed:
If Joe the Plumber isn’t drinking grape soda up in Bill Keller’s desk chair by Thursday, I’ll consider it progress.
December 9, 2008 at 5:52 pm
Obama is gonna make Ayers Secretary of Education, put him in the cabinet to further the terroislamofascistbomberfreedomhater agenda.
Pass it on. Let’s see who bites.
December 9, 2008 at 5:57 pm
Obama is gonna be sitting in stipes wif 376209 on his chest after Gov Blabbermouth gets thru wif him, yo. Word and stuff.
December 9, 2008 at 6:12 pm
waterjac
09 December 2008
This is allegedly K-Fed.
Update: This song was made by Psycho Mike for the Kevin & Bean from KROQ 106.7, an alternative rock-format radio station in Los Angeles, California
December 9, 2008 at 6:55 pm
Typo in aisle seven!: “transcendant”
One of the “a”s is an impostor.
I point it out not because I’m an obsessive (I am), but because I long to be berated by The Editors for my obsessiveness and smartypantsednessity. That, and I’m a huge fan of my personal ‘Toot avatar, since it looks a lot like me, only I’m not nearly as handsome.
December 9, 2008 at 6:59 pm
Ironically, up until reading this post, the idea of even considering the choice of whether or not to read the Ayers column hadn’t occurred to me. None of my brain synapses had fired in that direction all day.
Now The Editors has planted a seed of curiosity.
But that seed has been planted in a vast desert of indifference.
December 9, 2008 at 7:59 pm
My new friends at http://mikesamerica.blogspot.com are so owsome!
1. They don’t push my hands in to the toliet like u guys.
2. They don’t smack me as hard.
3. They hate me but at least they don’t knock me into the dumpster after third period and mop handle it closed so I can’t give my report on Millard Filmore: Dashing American Hero for Mr. Ferguson’s class.
4. They don’t throw milk down my pants.
In conclusion, I love my new friend Mike and he and I are be are going to be are be we are3 going..to the Hannity and Colmes of the 21st century!
December 9, 2008 at 8:53 pm
See Katha Pollitt:
http://www.thenation.com/blogs/anotherthing/388681?rel=hp_picks
December 9, 2008 at 9:10 pm
Whatever. If you’ve read David Horowitz, you’ve read as many self-mythologizing privileged yuppie revenants of the summer of love as you need to. The only meaningful difference is that DHo assumes that everyone who spent the sixties to the left of Nixon was just as big an amoral radical chic scumbag as he was, and Ayers would like to think he was Emmet Grogan, only with nail bombs.
December 10, 2008 at 12:55 am
Somehow, we always return to the Classics.
December 10, 2008 at 8:42 am
1. They don’t push my hands in to the toliet like u guys.
2. They don’t smack me as hard.
3. They hate me but at least they don’t knock me into the dumpster after third period and mop handle it closed so I can’t give my report on Millard Filmore: Dashing American Hero for Mr. Ferguson’s class.
4. They don’t throw milk down my pants.
You’ll be back.
December 10, 2008 at 9:46 am
Bob Dernier tried to blow up (the old) Busch Stadium with sound fielding and singles. Lots of singles.
December 10, 2008 at 7:34 pm
I’m back!
December 11, 2008 at 8:31 am
Of course you are.
We give you what you want. What you need. Embrace it.