Dems in This Array!
Ilhan Omar posted a fine couple of photos to Twitter on Thursday to remind Donald Trump he's not getting her down, not one bit. Members of the Congressional Black Caucus (and other members of Congress) were visiting Ghana as part of a trip to mark the 400th anniversary of the first slave ships coming to North America. So while visiting the Cape Coast Castle, one of many points from which enslaved people were shipped off to the Americas, Omar posed for a couple of snapshots with Nancy Pelosi, to say they're getting along just fine, and anyone who has a problem with either can just go find a door and not return from it.
'A senator said I was almost dead. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.'
In an NPR interview with Ruth Bader Ginsburg that aired this morning, the 86-year-old Supreme Court justice said she takes care of herself, doesn't worry overly much about her health, and neither should you. In fact, says Nina Totenberg, Ginsburg "is not oblivious to health concerns, but she waves away worries about her future." Like this, for instance:
"There was a senator, I think it was after my pancreatic cancer, who announced with great glee that I was going to be dead within six months," she recalled. "That senator, whose name I have forgotten, is now himself dead, and I," she added with a smile, "am very much alive."
We have turtles, an upcoming Wonkette Book Club, and of course cat pictures.
Time for another break from the daily horrorshow, a chance to depressurize with some stuff that isn't awful. We all could use some mental R & R. We know there are important fights going on right now -- but if we can't also watch cat videos, it's not our revolution.
Hook 'em, Danno.
As a boost to middle- and lower-income families with college-aged kids, and to a lesser degree as a gift to Wonkette readers desperate for a break from the awful news this week, the University of Texas at Austin will begin offering free tuition and fees to all students with family incomes under $65,000 a year. This isn't a mere "proposal," folks, it's a done deal.
Wonkette Book Club gets rolling again, Slaughterhouse-5 at 50, and Postmodern Pancakes. Also, cats.
Yr Editrix gave us a long weekend for the holiday, and yet here we are again with a Nice Things post because, like the works of Gilbert and Sullivan, we're all about duty, not to mention West Wing references. Also, We spent 10 very unproductive minutes trying to come up with a joke about how if Huey P. Long had ever gotten a national holiday, it would always be a Long weekend, but it never really gelled. What we are saying is that long weekends cannot last forever. So it goes.
More AI chats, Stephen King's terror dog, and some summer reading.
It's a good day to take a break from your media diet of horrors and relax with some nice things, which we not only can have but need, damn it. Let's dive right in!
Who should take up knitting? Probably everyone.
A guest post by "Knitsy McPurlson," which we suspect is not a real name.
Yr Wonkette is not the only website run by brilliant peoples unafraid to poke people with sharp, pointy sticks. Ravelry.com – a website for knitters, crocheters, and other folks interested in textiles and fiber arts – is poking people with knitting needles, which are very sharp indeed.
This past weekend, Ravelry.com's founders showed the world how easy it is to de-platform white nationalists and racists when they banned all "support of Donald Trump and his administration" from their website, concluding they "cannot provide a space that is inclusive of all and also allow support for open white supremacy." Seems like people smart enough to decode a knitting pattern are also smart enough to decode Trump's not-so-hidden message of racism and white nationalism.
We're saying we're having a cow, man.
Welcome to another edition of Yr Sunday Nice Things feature, where we take a break from the daily craziness so we can decompress for a little while. Today, we're going to relax with the ineffable mental calm that comes from an oddly rectangular English cow. It's really beautiful to see what can happen when people all over the internet come together to collaborate on a little art project. We call it...
The good news is that it's not all bad news. Also, we need to change things radically is all.
Somewhat encouraging news for the prospects of human survival! Over at Vox, David Roberts offers a brief review of data from the "Renewables Global Status Report," an annual report on the world's use of renewable energy from a great big energy think tank, the "Renewable Energy Policy Network for the 21st Century." And the story, as he presents it in 12 graphs, is that we hu-mons are not doomed to Global Warm ourselves to death. What's that, you heard an implied "But..." there? What a very perceptive reader you are!
The really impressive news is that when it comes to generating electricity, renewable energy sources are growing faster than any other:
The shift in the electricity sector has effectively become unstoppable. Globally, more renewable energy capacity has been installed than new fossil fuel and nuclear capacity combined, for four years running. Some 181 GW of new renewables capacity was installed in 2018; it now makes up more than one-third of global installed power capacity. These are mainstream power sources, here to stay.
Also, global adoption of electric vehicles is rapidly growing, especially in China, where lots of city bus fleets are now electric. China is leading the world in green energy generally, which is pretty important since it's also got some of the dirtiest energy to move away from. As China adopts more solar photovoltaic generating capacity, the costs of solar panels is also dropping rapidly, and hooray, solar is also creating the most jobs!
Caution: There WILL be dad jokes.
It's Father's Day, which means it's time for Yr Dok Zoom and his son to go to brunch and check out the downtown Boise Father's Day Car Show so we can ooh and ah over the very same Corvettes 'n' Mustangs 'n' lovingly-restored classic cars that are there every year, and I will probably once again point at the '68 Beetle converted to run on electricity and say, "Oh look, a Voltswagen!" Traditions matter. (Kid Zoom is 22, so I may also/instead meet him for cocktails later like grown up human people.)
Don't worry about any deep thoughts on the Meaning of Fatherhood here -- we're just going to enjoy the goofy side of dadding, which as far as I'm concerned is the best thing I've done with my time. Especially since my role model for parenting was the unnamed Dad from "Calvin and Hobbes."
Stop him before he helps people again!
In Tucson, Arizona, a jury deadlocked yesterday in the federal trial of Scott Warren, the humanitarian border volunteer accused of criminally giving food, water, and shelter to two Central American migrants who had illegally crossed the border. Federal prosecutors said that in helping the migrants, Warren had actually engaged in three felonies: two counts of "harboring" the men from law enforcement, and one count of conspiracy to transport them, although Warren hadn't actually taken them anywhere. If he'd been convicted, the maximum sentence could have been 20 years in federal prison.
But the jury informed US District Judge Raner C. Collins Monday that it was deadlocked, and after additional deliberations Tuesday, said they weren't likely to reach a verdict no matter how much time he gave them. Collins dismissed the jury and scheduled a status conference for July 2, when prosecutors will say whether they plan to retry the case. The jury, which reportedly had eight members voting not guilty and four guilty, left the federal courthouse without talking to reporters.
Bad rightwing doggerel, Al Gore wants to close McDonalds, and Wonkette is 'just another nihilistic leftist s h!thole' [sic]
Part of the reason we started our Sunday Nice Things column back in January was that the quality and quantity of deleted comments from rightwing loons had recently declined, so hey, why not collect some stuff we really enjoyed reading during the week? But we still need to muck out the deleted comments bin now and then, so for a change, this week, we'll bring you some notable idiocy from some of our visitors. Fear not, we'll get back to Nice Things next week, but as Dennis's wife said, "There's some lovely filth down 'ere!"
Just look for 'Young Linda Ronstadt' holding down the bar.
Wonky folk! Our own Robyn Pennacchia is doing something she has never done before, and it is HOST A WONKETTE DRINKY THING in New York City! She is in your fine city from Chicago doing whatever, I am sure she will tell you all about it when she sees you TOMORROW, SATURDAY, JUNE 8, from 3 to 5:30 p.m. at B BAR in the East Village. (40 E 4th St, New York, NY 10003)
Could we have found a cooler place, by which I mean a less cool place? YES. But either they never answered their goddamn fucking phones, or they were like 15 bus stops from the nearest subway, and you are old and would have been :(
Your drinks are on you, but Robyn will be holding my credit card and buying appetizers for everyone, and if you are like BUT REBECCA, YOU ARE BEING SUED RIGHT NOW, YOU NEED THAT MONEY FOR LAWYERS, well, nobody ever said mama makes good business decisions.
Now give us money, and GO SEE YOUR FAVORITE CHICK WHAT IS NOT ME.
Because it's June! June, June, June! Just because it's JUNE! JUNE! JUUUUUNE!
It's Sunday, so it's time to take a moment to decompress and enjoy some nice things for a moment before we dive back into the day to day madness of this, the darkest timeline. We've got a fine mix of miscellany today, with happy cows, some longreads, and assorted oddments! There will be puppies.
This Week's 'Nice Things' is for the birbs.
Last week, Yr Dok Zoom talked a little bit about his damn dissertation, which looked at what I call "Wabbit Literacy," the weird thing where we sometimes learn about the world from parodies and jokes long before we ever encounter the original stuff -- like learning about opera from cartoons. More than one person in the comments (which Wonkette does not allow and yet, like life, you find a way) mentioned they were disappointed, as kids, to learn that while roadrunners are real birds, the actual critter looks nothing like this:
Which is not to say that real roadrunners are the least bit disappointing, as animals go, because they're freaking incredible. Yes, even if they don't actually leave lines of flame down the center line of desert highways and go "Meep! Meep!" But they can sprint up to 20 miles per hour, which is faster than you, albeit slower than a real coyote's top speed. Also, yes, real coyotes are among the predators what eat roadrunners, which is why the wily birds adopted the evolutionary strategy of running right through fake tunnels coyotes paint on the sides of mountains.
There we go, got the mandatory Catch-22 reference in. One more off the checklist.
Guys, it's been one more shit day in a shit week in the fifth shit month of another shit Trump year. Which is why I need to remind you that it's not ALL shit out there! Oh, sure, it's MOSTLY shit, but you know what isn't shit? YR WONKETTE, and the strange community of strange internet people who have made getting through all this shit a bit more tolerable, that's who and what. Which is why you should give us money, so we can keep whanging away at the walls of shit with our shovels and laughing at the shit getting all over, because one of these days we will get it all cleaned up or at least not be up to our waists in shit, and we can all laugh about what a crazy fight it was, as St. Molly Ivins always kept reminding us.
In case you're new here, let me just remind you that Wonkette literally got me, Yr Dok Zoom, out of what wasn't quite poverty, but was pretty much paycheck-to-paycheck desperation. I started reading the site shortly before Barack Obama was elected, began commenting sometime in his first term, and submitted a story tip to Rebecca a few months after she bought the site for 47 dollars and a sandwich (I now understand it was a bit more than that). It was Memorial Day 2012, and she wrote back she was busy with some "stupid thing I have to do for some muneez," but would I like to try writing a blog post myself? "I understand if you say FUCK NO. But maybe you are thinking FUCK YES?" And then she warned me she paid only in Ameros. I did, the post was forgettable but OK, and then I wrote a thing (borrowed from now long-lost comments) that went semi-viral, and suddenly I was that hottest thing in publishing, a freelancer!
In less than a year, Rebecca asked you all to buy me to be your very own pet blogger, and my life suddenly became incredibly good, like as good as an Abba song. It's as good as "Dancing Queen." Thanks to the timing of the whole thing (and to Barry Obama and Nancy Pelosi), I actually had health insurance for the first time in years, a not inconsiderable thing. And you had an Editrix who was not working 12 hour days six and a half days a week and drinking too much from stress. Your continued donations helped hire Evan full time and Robyn and Bianca part time and a whole raft of freelancers, and now Rebecca is down to eight-hour days, five and a half days a week, and drinking because there's a madman in the White House and everything's terrible.
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