Here’s your WTF moment of the day:  House passes bill taxing AIG and other bonuses.

Acting with lightning speed, the Democratic-led House has approved a bill to slap punishing taxes on big employee bonuses from firms bailed out by taxpayers.

The vote was 328-93.

OK, so let’s recap.  AIG was contractually obligated, by employment contract with certain of their employees, to pay these bonuses.  Senator Christopher Dodd (D-CT) slipped a provision into the Porkulus bill specifically allowing the bonuses…or maybe it was the Obama Treasury Department that wanted him to do it.

The bonuses come to light, and suddenly, every Democrat (and some Republicans) between Capitol Hill and Pennsylvania Avenue is screaming for blood–including the very people who knew the bonus provision was in the bill.  This, of course, after it comes to light that the two biggest receipients of AIG campaign cash were…wait for it…Christopher Dodd and Barack Obama.

So as a result, the House, spineless lemmings that they are, has now passed a bill that basically targets about four hundred bonus-receiving households with a 90% punitive tax rate–and in noted tax-cheat Charlie Rangel’s words, “we were figuring the state and local would get the other 10%.”  These people who received the bonuses have not been convicted of a crime.  They have not gone through any legal due process.  They’re simply going to have the government yank 90% of these contractually-obligated bonuses away from them–legally it may not be a bill of attainder, but it sure looks damn close, doesn’t it?.  While Chris Dodd and Barney Frank and the people who did as much as any “fat cat” at AIG to fuck up the housing market get away scot free, and the people at AIG have to live with death threats.

Meanwhile, we’re flushing hundreds of billions of dollars down the toilet of a useless pork-laden “stimulus package,”  crushing our children with debt, and talking about loading even more taxes for “carbon neutrality” on top of that, and nobody cares.  But you let AIG give out $165 million in bonuses, and Uncle Teleprompter is on the case, man.

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One thing you never want to hear…

…the grinding sound of a car that’ll turn over, but not start, when you don’t have enough money to pay the bills you’ve already got.

Yep, the Divine Teabag has hit us in the face again.  Wife Unit’s car won’t start and is quite possibly an ex-parrot, leaving us with my rusted, dodgy, 162,000-mile-veteran truck as our sole means of transport for the forseeable future.  Apparently every piece of good news–Wife Unit getting beadwork up on Etsy, and getting in a local Ren Faire at the end of this month–has to be balanced by a much larger piece of bad news, in this case, a broken car with what sounds like serious-to-terminal engine problems.

All in all, it’s just another brick in the wall.  I just wish the wall wasn’t made out of poo.

Blackout for New Zealand

New Zealand's new Copyright Law presumes 'Guilt Upon Accusation' and will Cut Off Internet Connections without a trial. Join the black out protest against it!

There isn’t a whole hell of a lot that Marty and I agree on politically.  On this particular travesty from New Zealand, however, I think we’re at the barricades shoulder to shoulder:

A “copyright holder” can get you kicked off an ISP without having to provide any evidence of an actual infringement. Having to [provide evidence] is apparently “impractical” and “ridiculous” in the words of RIANZ chief executive Campbell Smith. What happens when the “you” above is a public library, or a school? Or if the “copyright holder” makes a mistake or a malicious accusation?

This is the kind of Draconian ready-fire-aim stuff that powerful organizations like the MPAA and RIAA would love to shove down our throats here in the United States if they could.  So it’s important not to let it get a toehold, even halfway around the world.  Because I don’t care if it’s the USA or New Zealand or bloody Rwanda, I get the heebie-jeebies when I read a former member of the government say:

It is easier for ISPs, Internet Service Providers, to cut off anyone who might be breaking the law.

So.  Moose Droppings is as blacked out as I can get it (considering I don’t actually have any graphics to black out, I did all that I could by changing the theme color).  Stand up for “Guilt Upon Accusation” for New Zealand.

The world’s greatest complaint letter

Richard Branson’s got some work to do to mollify this frequent Virgin Airlines flier:

Ironically, by the end of the flight I would have gladly paid over a thousand rupees for a single biscuit following the culinary journey of hell I was subjected to at thehands of your corporation.

Look at this Richard. Just look at it:

I imagine the same questions are racing through your brilliant mind as were racing through mine on that fateful day. What is this? Why have I been given it? What have I done to deserve this? And, which one is the starter, which one is the desert?

The whole thing is available at the Daily Telegraph, misspellings and all, including Virgin Atlantic’s response, and pictures of the lovely food that this gentleman was served on a Mumbai-Heathrow flight in December.

Maybe those tiny AirTran bags of peanuts and warm flat Cokes aren’t so bad after all.

So here I sit…

…at 1 o’clock in the morning, looking at my brand-new copy of Wrath of the Lich King, shiny little DVD poking out of its paper sleeve, account properly upgraded, patches pre-downloaded and ready to go.

Meanwhile, my computer is downloading the 1.9 GB content of the Lich King expansion from Blizzard, which even on a good cable connection like mine, will probably take another hour.


Because my freaking DVD-RW drive door won’t eject so I can’t put the DVD in.


PS:  The download just stopped at 432 MB out of 1.9 GB.  Go me.

Drinking the Haterade

Ready, fire, aim

Let the Republican circular firing squad begin.

Political types are very good at eating their own after a defeat.  As soon as the race gets called for the other guy, it’s screw the women and children, every man for himself getting to the lifeboats.  I’d say it’s like being in a shark tank at feeding time, except sharks are cool and actually serve a useful purpose in the greater scheme of things…unlike political consultants.  Circle of Life and all that, y’know.

So now we have “unnamed sources” giving Sarah Palin both barrels of 93-octane bullshit.  Saying she’s too stupid to know that Africa’s a continent, not a country.  That she didn’t know the countries involved in the North American Free Trade Agreement (Canada, the US, Mexico).  That she “paraded around” in front of two male staffers wearing a towel.  That she and her family were, in the sniffy words of a McCain staffer taken from a Newsweek dirt dump, “Wasilla hillbillies looting Neiman Marcus from coast to coast.” Chief McCain aide Steve Schmidt didn’t even let Palin speak at McCain’s concession speech Tuesday night.  And of course, the pro-Palin side of things has some grudges of their own to work on.

Memo to Steve Schmidt, John McCain, et al.  If you had not had Sarah Palin on your ticket to energize the conservative base, you would’ve lost a hell of a lot worse than you did.  Know what?  Those 15,000 or 20,000 people weren’t coming to the rallies to see you.  They were coming to see her.  Palin was our Obama.  She was our celebrity, our energizer.  Before Palin, most of us on the right side of things were about as excited for John McCain as we would be for, say, a yeast infection.  If we were going to hold our nose and vote for him, it was because he Wasn’t Obama.  Nothing more.

Before you “unnamed staffers” go backstabbing the hottest thing to hit conservative politics in thirty years (in multiple senses of the word), just remember something.  The base is pissed off right now.  We watched the RNC continue with the stupidity of open primaries that let Democrats and independents help pick OUR alleged candidate, and helped give us McCain, a guy who’s made it his life’s work to smack conservatives in the face over and over.  We watched you run a shitty campaign that took key issues off the table, wobbled from crisis to crisis, never established a clear message, and got steamrolled by an avalanche of Hope and Change.  And now you’re going to kneecap the one good thing that we saw out of your entire trainwreck of a Presidential campaign?

Sarah Palin isn’t the problem, you twatwaffles.  You are. She’s not expendable.  You are.

PS:  Even the most liberal of my liberal blogfriends think you’re full of shit.