I saw this at Eschaton. Presumably it's part of the great "Whither Democrats?" conversation after the mid-terms debacle:
A dirty hippie reply to ALEC launches this week.
and so naturally I rushed over to "State Innovation Exchange" and found this, which I've helpfully annotated:
If you think you're looking at Democrat trade dress -- the blue, blue, blue, the round logo, the red, white, and blue (so much more tasteful to crop the flag in the logo, rather than crudely waving it), the sans serif font -- you'd be right (though we'll get to how exactly we can be 100% sure of that in a minute). Read below the fold...
Gov. Peter Shumlin intends to propose a combination of an employer payroll tax and an income-based contribution to finance single-payer health care, according to sources with knowledge of the plan.Read below the fold...
The Inquisitor (not sure about the source, but they look like they could get a quote right):
The healthcare law has been considered President Obama’s signature domestic achievement, though Mary Landrieu tried using that to her advantage in a recent interview with a tea party radio host.Read below the fold...
In New York, the demonstrations have taken on a familiar feel and are similar to those happening in other major cities. They generally start at a central location, mainly in Manhattan, as the workday ends.
Protesters eschew preplanned routes, calling them cattle drives.
"Cattle drives." New language! Where'd that come from? Not Rev. Inc., for sure! Read below the fold...
Which I identify with, because of our fight against landfills up here in the Great State of Maine. Will Bunch:
The now-81-year-old retiree recalls a brochure for the new Eastwick community from the developer Korman Homes that showed kids playing and sliding down the steep hill in back of the development, pushing "how much fun it would be for the children."
But it wasn't long after moving in that the Reids weren't able to open their window on a warm night because of the noxious odor of burning garbage - and they realized the fumes were coming from that hillside in the cheerful brochure, a disposal site that the locals called Heller's Dump but was officially known as the Clearview Landfill.
(At this point, we can say "Boy, were they stupid!" We could also say, "They were trusting." After all, this was many years ago... I'll skip the horrors of the landfill (it was a really bad one, with a cancer cluster) to get to this paragraph: Read below the fold...
(Yes, I think "debacle" is fair to say when you publish a story on rape culture with poor sourcing and undisclosed agreements with the sources used, thereby enabling messengers to be shot and real problems minimized. Just ugh. What were they thinking?)
Anyhow, here are portions of a Taibbi twitter thread on that topic. Here's the one that caught my eye:
@RoryKoller The fact-checkers really did have an issue with the Vampire Squid line -- squids don't have "blood-funnels"
— Matt Taibbi (@mtaibbi) December 6, 2014
The thread begins: Read below the fold...
"Corporal Nobbs," he rasped, "why are you kicking people when they're down?"
"Safest way, sir," said Nobby. --Terry Pratchett, Guards, Guards
And so to the demise or at least translation of the New Republic. Corey Robin:
The New Republic is coming to an end. And the autopsies have begun. So have the critiques. But the real problem with The New Republic is not that it was racist, though it was. It’s not that it was filled with warmongers, though it was. It’s not that it punched hippies, though it did. No, the real problem with The New Republic is that for the last three decades, it has had no energy. It has had no real project. The last time The New Republic had a project was in the late 1970s/early 1980s, when it was in the journalistic vanguard of what was then called neoliberalism (not what we now call neoliberalism). That is what a great magazine of politics and culture does: it creates a project, it fashions a sensibility. The Spectator did it in the early 18th century, Partisan Review in the 1930s did it, Dissent in the 1950s did it, and The New Republic in the 1970s/1980s did it. I’m not saying that I like that last project; I don’t. I’m just saying that it was a project, and that it was a creation. Love them or hate them, great magazines gather the diverse and disparate energies of a polity and a culture and give them focus. .... That’s why virtually every obituary for the magazine that’s been written by people of roughly my age opens or closes with a memoir of one’s high school experience; the entire constituency of the magazine seems to be suffering from a Judd Apatow-like case of arrested development.
Which is really funny in a way; showing my age, I too was introduced to TNR in high school, but by a terrible teacher, so whatever the lesson was meant to be, it didn't take. Anyhow, I thought Robin's notion of a magazine's "project" was interesting. Read below the fold...