the abstinence clearinghouse has a very loose grasp of “blogging”

Did you know the anti-sex, Bible-bashing kooks at the Abstinence Clearinghouse are now keeping a blog? That is, if “blog” can be defined as “a bunch of two-sentence rambling crap entries with no links to ‘proove’ their insane blathering and the kind of puncuation one usually comes across in serial killer missives”.

Here’s a typical entry, ominously titled “The Left” and penned by HotMama247, who is clearly the Dostoevsky of this little group of wingnuts:

The left is telling the many young people who are committed to purity and character that they want to cure them.  I didn’t know there was anything wrong with them!!!

Sadly, the comments have been closed, after an inundation of comments by the non-addle-brained left them clutching their pearls and unable to deal with the resulting cognitive dissonance.

“of course you’d say that, you have the brainpan of a stagecoach tilter!”

I figured that as soon as Obama was the only one left standing, the racist jabs would get more overt and the kooks would start crawling out of the woodwork.

When I saw Michelle and Barack Obama give each other dap last week, I just thought it was an affectionate gesture of solidarity and triumph. Silly me, it’s apparently some kind of coded hand signal for either Black Power or OMGTERRORISM!.  The MSM has been whipping themselves into a frenzy over it. Fox News’ E.D. Hill referred to it, hilariously, as “a terrorist fist jab”. White people are crazy.

Faux News then called in their ever-present “body language expert” to pick apart the gesture. What is with their obsession with these charlatans? Body language interpretation is phrenology for the 21st century.

“the road” by cormac mccarthy: “the ponderous counterspectacle of things ceasing to be”

Everyone and their grandmother has been on my ass to read this book since it came out in 2006 and won pretty much every award for writing that exists, including the Pulitzer Prize. And it’s not that I didn’t want to read it, I did; but I was waiting until I really felt like it. Partly because I loved No Country For Old Men, and by all acounts this is McCarthy’s masterpiece, and after I read it I would never be able to read it for the first time again; also because it looked depressing as hell. And it is, but it’s also transcendently beautiful. How the hell does he do that?

Anyway, when Natasha wrote about it for HeyBeUs, I figured it was time. Especially because she said, and I quote:

That motherfucker Cormac knows what the abyss is and he will straight up fist-fuck you with it.

The Road takes place several years after some calamity has befallen the planet. It’s never fully explained, probably because the protagonists themselves don’t really know what happened. We don’t even know if was a natural or man-made disaster. Whatever it was left the earth scorched and dead. There are no animals, not even birds or fish, and plants from trees to grass have withered. The only things moving are the ash that covers everything, and a handful of survivors.

Two of them, a man and his son, are our heros. They have no names, they are just the man and the boy. They’re  traveling to the coast, although they have no real reason to think anything awaits them there. In this world you have to keep moving, to scavenge food and to avoid roving cannibals (as in that other great entry in the apocalyptic canon, Lucifer’s Hammer).

I’m not sure how this novel is going to translate to film, unless they change a lot–the fact that Charlize Theron is cast as the wife tells me they have, because I don’t think you’d cast a fairly big-name Oscar winner for a part that (in the book) only had a couple of scenes. But Viggo Mortenson is perfect to play the man, and I adore him, so I’ll be there opening week. Plus, Garret Dillahunt (who was also in the movie of No Country For Old Men), Robert Duvall, and Guy Pearce? Fuck yeah.