Oh, today is a huge day in booblehead history. For the first time ever, it’s Press the Meat in HD. If only Timmuh was still with us – imagine his marvelous potato head in HD! As it is, we’ll have to settle for Sec State Hillary Clinton. Then we’ll talk oil spill with Secretary of Homeland Security Janet Napolitano (I’d imagine the almost car bomb in Times Square might come up, too), Secretary of the Interior Ken Salazar and Commandant of the U.S. Coast Guard, Adm. Thad Allen.
Oh, and did I hear that somebody is introducing legislation to keep oil companies from profiting from a “shortage” of crude due to the loss of this drilling platform? No? Didn’t think so.
We’ll also get to bask in the Hi Def glow of Florida Governor Charlie H. Crist’s bronze patina, and hear the words of wisdom offered by today’s political roundtable of Tennessee cracker Lamar Alexander, Michigan Gov. Jennifer Granholm, Indiana schmuck Mike (half) Pence (speaking of Indiana, have I mentioned that Notre Dame sucks lately?), New Mexico’s Bill Richardson (who better not go to AZ, ‘cuz he don’t look like a regular American to me; speaking of which, Arpaio? What the hell is that? Don’t sound white to me, and how did some prevert with a pink panties fetish get to be a sheriff, anyway?).
On Faze the Nation, we’ll see LA congresscritter Charlie Melancon, Sen. Bill Nelson of Florida, Illinois Rep. Luis Gutierrez (what is it with all these foreigners in IL, anyway? First that Kenyan guy, and now a Mexican elected to congress), the bane of St. John McCain’s existence, J.D. Hayworth (this guy has “child molester” written all over him – he’s almost as creepy looking as Papa John Boehner), and the virtually useless Senator from Louisiana, Mary Landrieu.
More oil talk on Fux News, as Weaselface Wallace gets sloppy seconds on Janet Napolitano and Ken Salazar, plus Minnesota Timberwolf draft pick, possible illegal alien, and Republican candidate for FL Senate, Marco Rubio. Oh, and the usual collection of fuxheads, of course.
The Goebbels network gets sloppy thirds on Napolitano and Salazar, plus Jake the mens’ room Tapper has an exclusive interview with BP American Chairman Lamar McKay. Then, it’s a roundtable of truly epic proportions, with Bill Maher, Al Sharpton, Katrina vanden Heuvel, This Weak’s designated schmuck, Matthew Dowd, and of course the man with no place else to go, George :jerk: Will (who looked like an even bigger asshole than usual on Colbert the other night).
Over at CNN, Fareed Zakaria has an exclusive interview with bald headed prick Goldman Sachs Chairman & CEO Lloyd Blankfein (who made $68 million in 2007, which is almost as much as IT guys, school teachers, and nurses make). I’m pretty sure Lloyd feels our pain.
No time for booblehead watching for me, today. There’s too much to do, and too little time to do it in. Laundry, dog walking, post hole digging, dog food shopping…. It’s just too much. Although yesterday we put together the Chipper that Granny bought, and she mulched ever leaf and twig in a three-block radius, while I added a second doggie shit hole to the back yard (the first one was getting pretty full; the new one is a roomy five-gallon bucket size, and it was a pain, ‘cuz I hit a rock the size of a bowling ball down hear the bottom and had to pound on it with a chisel ’til I could break it up and pull it out).
I probably should have taken pictures.
Have a good Sunday.
What a night! First Rosie the cat ate something that freaked her out. I don’t know what it was though I found a dead bee this morning minus its stinger and a Benedryl capsule with cat teeth marks in it. Whatever it was, Rosie started to run around like a lunatic, drooling heavily. She was so upset she would only allow her brother, Clifford, to get near her. I didn’t know if a trip to the vet was in order, but as it was after midnight, said trip would require going into Manhattan where I learned, when I turned on the TV, that some murderous jerk had left a carbomb in Times Square and the police where clearing an ever widening area of people and traffic.
I opted for wait and see, and about 1:30 AM she calmed down, washed her drooling face, and decided to eat. By then, of course, I couldn’t sleep so I got to watch Bloomie, still in a tux from the Correspondents’ Dinner, tell us that things were as under control as they could be with a carbomb n Times Square.
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Hey, Joe Ehrmann got his helmet back (warning: sports related).
So you’ve taught your dogs to shit in a hole in the ground? 😯
Swweeeettt :pup:
The Nuggets won’t be running the score up against the Lakers like Syracuse in ’69
http://www.sltrib.com/jazz/ci_14999599 :tap:
I noticed some asswhole twitterer on CSpan last night complaining about O’Bama doing stand up while there was a bomb threat in Times Square and a developing oil spill disaster in the Gulf. I guess he-she-it didn’t notice that he was dealing with another bombing at the Correspondents’ Dinner.
I love Barry doing stand up, especially when he cracks himself up. To be honest, I did not watch the Leno yet. He hits pretty hard now and then. I’m sure he’ll catch some hell for that. I liked his shots at birthers. I may defer to a replay of Imus and Clinton or Colbert and Shrub.
btw, pj, Were you referring to Laura Tyson yesterday from US Berkeley. I have to watch the show again since I didn’t notice her being more obnoxious than the guy w/ a name that should rhyme with douche-hat.
No, can’t say as I’ve got them crapping in the holes just yet. I don’t think they could lift the flagstone lids. I had to install the doggie septic systems, because my neighbor bitched at me because my dogs crapped in my back yard. So now I follow them around with a scooper (they think I’m nuts), and as promptly as possible put their poop in the hole and throw some enzyme on it once or twice a week. But my first hole was starting to get pretty full, so I decided to go with a second hole.
Anybody wants to buy some really good shit, let me know.
Yes, Tyson. The NYT guy was a douchebag, but Tyson just wouldn’t shut up, and Tweety was getting some good shots in, and she was stepping on ’em.
But on the other hand, wasn’t it nice to see someone else stepping on Tweety, instead of the other way around like every day on Hardball? I wouldn’t last two minutes on that show before telling him to STFU so I could finish a damn sentence.
I think Maher may have disarmed Tweety by mentioning his interrupting when talking to Bolton.
When Tweety told the douchebag guy he was just spouting propaganda, it was great.
The NY Times has a long, front page piece on charter schools:
But for all their support and cultural cachet, the majority of the 5,000 or so charter schools nationwide appear to be no better, and in many cases worse, than local public schools when measured by achievement on standardized tests, according to experts citing years of research. Last year one of the most comprehensive studies, by researchers from Stanford University, found that fewer than one-fifth of charter schools nationally offered a better education than comparable local schools, almost half offered an equivalent education and more than a third, 37 percent, were “significantly worse.â€
Here’s a description of a “successful” charter school’s math class:
Jason Skeeter stood before his math students the other day as tightly coiled as a drill sergeant. He issued instructions in a loud, slightly fearsome voice, without an extra word or gesture. “Five minutes on the clock,†he told the 26 fifth graders, as they began a “Do Now†review sheet on least common denominators.
On the whiteboard, an agenda told students precisely what to expect for the 60-minute period. Mr. Skeeter placed his digital Teach Timer on an overhead projector so the countdown was visible to all. When the buzzer sounded, he announced, “Hold ’em up,†and students raised their pencils.
“Clap if you’re with me,†he said, clapping twice to snap students to attention. The class responded with a ritual double-stomp of the feet and a hand clap.
Mr. Skeeter, 30, a stocky man in a dark blue shirt and tie, moved swiftly to a second timed exercise, the “Mad Minute,†60 multiplication problems in 60 seconds.
“Pencils down,†he ordered after the minute was up. “Switch papers with your partner.â€
The teacher read aloud the 60 answers. “Hands on your head when you’re done counting†correct answers, he told students. He started the timer again as he called students’ names — DeAndre, Alejandro, Nakeri, Lyric — typing their scores into a laptop. He announced the class average: 37.86.
“Brian Leventer,†he said, making what the school calls a cold call to one student rather than looking for a raised hand, “what does it round to?â€
“Thirty-eight.â€
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/02/education/02charters.html?th&emc=th
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