Danny Doom’s Booze Cabinet

This is an old sticker I’ve had since I was very young, I don’t know where it came from but for some reason I never stuck it anywhere. The internet is as good a place as any, I suppose. Super Bowl Madness is reaching a fever pitch!

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Pete Townshend of a little band called The Who, his very young gal pal Rachel Fuller, and The Raconteurs are all together in this groovy little clip from Stereogum! I’d really like to see/hear The Flaming Lips’ version of “Baba O’Riley” (featuring old Pete himself), as noted on that post. And then there’s this version of “Love Reign O’er Me” by Pearl Jam, with Ed Vedder screaming the word “love” in such a way that you should feel something, hopefully a chill or at least a slight “whoa.” Well, I did anyway. How is it that The Who continue to be the greatest band of all, after all this time? Well, that’s just the way it goes.

Like George W. Bush standing in front of a banner that read “Mission Accomplished,” Reggie Bush pointed his finger and somersaulted into the end zone yesterday, acting like he’ll never be back again. Surely these two aren’t related?

There was a girl on Saturday night who sat next to me at the bar and claimed she knew Brian Urlacher, so I asked her what time we were leaving for the airport. I painted the scene for her, it was blue and pink pastels like Miami Vice, there were toes in the sand and waves crashing and a party in South Beach at Urlacher’s hotel, but she seemed confused, or even drunk. I introduced her to Rick sitting next to me and she said “I hate people named Rick! I once dated a jerk named Rick!” and I said “I hate anyone named Rick too, now have you met my friend Nick?”

I figured we were in, with friends like hers we could storm Miami and then sit in box seats for the game, but then someone took her drink away from her and she was escorted out in a hurry. My visions of arm wrestling a drunk Brian Urlacher as we drank margaritas on a balcony looking out over the water would have to wait.

I battled an early hangover Sunday with a couple of Bloody Mary’s and by the second quarter I was feeling normal again, with the help of some Vitamin B and a few High Lives as well (our trusted barkeep referred to them as “Low-Lifes”). Whatever the name, these early battles paved the way for a late fourth quarter surge and with the snow falling down and darkness descending, the Bears stepped into the light for a 39-14 victory and a trip to Miami for the Superbowl.

Hot damn, was that awesome! As one of the few supporters of Rex Grossman all year (let him play!) I was glad to see the doubters proven wrong. Anyone who couldn’t see the drastic change in quarterbacking under Rex has not been paying attention to the past…twenty years or so of Bears history. Calling for Griese mid-way through this season (or whenever Rex had a bad game) was silly, and would have been a huge mistake. I still don’t understand why anyone could seriously think that was a good move. Let Griese mop up in the last minutes of the Superbowl, that’s what I’m saying.

Do you realize that the Bears scored 42, 41, 40, 39, 38, 37 and 34 points (twice) this season? Eight games over thirty points. And held teams to 14 points or less eight times? Silly stats, but hey, they’re 15-3.

Anyway, the Bears are going to the Superbowl and Reggie Bush is going home. If only we could get Urlacher and Co. to send the other one home too we’d be in good shape.

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I had started noticing the puzzling logic of petitionary prayer. What was the theory of God behind prayer websites, for example: that God is a democratic pol with his finger to the wind of public opinion? Is the idea that if only five people are praying for the recovery of a beloved grandmother from stroke, say, God will brush them off, but that if you can summon five thousand people to plead her case, he will perk up and take notice: “Oh, now I understand, this person’s life is important”? And what if an equally beloved grandmother comes from a family of atheist curs? Since she has no one to pray for her, will God simply look the other way? If someone could explain this to me, I would be very grateful.

I also wondered at the narcissism of believers who credit their good fortune to God. A cancer survivor who claims that God cured him implies that his worthiness is so obvious that God had to act. It never occurs to him to ask what this explanation for his deliverance says about the cancer victim in the hospital bed next to his, who, despite the fervent prayers of her family, died anyway.

As I was pondering whether any of these practices could be reconciled with rationality, the religious gloating of the conservative intelligentsia only grew louder. The onset of the Iraq war expanded the domain of religious triumphalism to transatlantic relations: what makes America superior to Europe, we were told by conservative opinionizers, is its religious faith and its willingness to invade Iraq. George Bush made the connection between religious beliefs and the Iraq war explicit, with his childlike claim that freedom was God’s gift to humanity and that he was delivering that gift himself by invading Iraq.

I need not rehearse here how Bush’s invocation of the divine gift of freedom overlooks the Bible, the persistence throughout history of hierarchical societies that have little use for personal autonomy, and the unique, centuries-long struggle in the West to create the institutions of limited government that underwrite our Western idea of freedom. Suffice it to say, the predictable outcome of the Iraq invasion did not convince me that religious belief was a particularly trustworthy ground for political action.

- Conservative atheist Heather Mac Donald

She may be conservative, but at least she isn’t a nutjob. Suffice it to say.

A school lets a right-wing nutball (and his obedient wife) stop them from showing “An Inconvenient Truth:”

“Condoms don’t belong in school, and neither does Al Gore. He’s not a schoolteacher,” said Frosty Hardison, a parent of seven who also said that he believes the Earth is 14,000 years old. “The information that’s being presented is a very cockeyed view of what the truth is. … The Bible says that in the end times everything will burn up, but that perspective isn’t in the DVD.”

That sounds something we need to get into schools immediately. The Left Behind series can give the other side of the story. Or maybe they can just show “Santa Claus is Coming to Town.”

“From what I’ve seen (of the movie) and what my husband has expressed to me, if (the movie) is going to take the approach of ‘bad America, bad America,’ I don’t think it should be shown at all,” Gayle Hardison said. “If you’re going to come in and just say America is creating the rotten ruin of the world, I don’t think the video should be shown.”

Let me guess: you didn’t see the movie, did you? Your husband “expressed to you” what happens in it? Oh, the nuts, how they amuse and infuriate with their ignorance.

Before the 2004 election a misguided friend wrote to me, telling me to vote for Bush, that Kerry had the “deer-in-the-headlights look.” I forgive him, but I can’t help but notice the irony in Neil Steinberg’s column today as he described the speech from the other night:

I didn’t see the strong and confident leader of the greatest nation on earth presenting a plan that might work.

Instead, I saw a frightened man. A man with that terrified, deer-in-the-headlights look of someone who recognizes doom bearing down on him, and he can’t move to save himself.

I have to say, Madame Secretary, that I think this speech given last night by this president represents the most dangerous foreign policy blunder in this country since Vietnam, if it’s carried out. I will resist it.

- Republican Chuck Hagel

Bush looked like a man who is in way over his head, which he is. The man who got the country into this hole, and whose neglect and incompetence dug us deeper into into it, looks like a man who would like nothing more than to get back to Crawford. We’d all be better off if he would.

- National Review Online (conservative nuthouse)

I go back and forth on the whole impeachment thing. I honestly believe he should be, and that he deserves it, but at this point I don’t know what good it would do besides let him off the hook for the immediate moment (even as history will ravage Bush for eternity). But sweet jumpin’ Jesus jacks, what is this guy thinking? I’m trying to get primed up for the Bears’ playoff game this weekend, loading up on Old Style, Bloody Mary mix and aspirin while painting my body blue and orange, and all this is taking my focus away. If that isn’t cause for impeachment then what?

I’m sitting here listening to Howard Stern’s Mastertape Theater on Sirius radio and it’s a classic from 1995, which is right about when I first started listening to him. O.J. had just been acquitted and everyone was up in arms. Hilarious. Thanks to my Atlanta office for providing me with free Sirius satellite radio online, I have been enjoying Howard and the gang for a few months now and it’s great, if not extremely vulgar. The vast radio wasteland that he left behind is so pathetic (besides beloved WLUW 88.7) and yesterday’s ratings posted in the Sun-Times showed his old station, WCKG, dead last. Sorry, Stever, but that Opie and Anthony shit is lame.

But anyway, all this is going on and the Bears are gearing up for the game Sunday and I’ve got to sit and ponder the impeachment of the worst president ever? It’s an outrage, really. And because of that, today, I am completely and totally for it. Get rid of him!

* Thanks to Roger Waters for providing the totally unrelated title of this post today.

Pete Townshend, on being a rock icon:

How does it feel to be regarded as a living legend?

I am content with it. I like the ‘living’ part.

What a speech. Did you make it through? I didn’t. Once I realized that we hadn’t won the war I turned it off.

Okay, seriously, is this man sick or what?

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I’ve taken a couple of different quizzes and, no surprise, I am (still) a left-leaning libertarian liberal. I’m kind of like Ghandi or The Dalai Lama, but without the flowing robes. Another shocker, my diametric opposite in philosophy, all the way on the other end of the spectrum, is none other than George W. Bush. No wonder we haven’t gotten along so much.

A slow start to 2007 and I blame it on the post-hanging hangover. For days after I had a spring in my step and a song in my heart — and who wouldn’t? — after the swift rope of justice fell down and took Mr. Hussein with it. Nothing screams “democracy!” like the sight of a sixty-nine-year-old man swinging from his neck. Annnnd…that should do it then! Peace at last! I’m pretty sure the president will be giving a speech on Wednesday night to announce that the war is over. We won!!

Meanwhile the Democrats are hard at work, doing what they do, gay-marriaging the shit out of things and making abortion even easier! We should be getting our pre-rolled marijuana cigarette cartons in the mail any day now, and then we can sit back and watch the terrorists move in. Oh, and religion? It’s now illegal!

It’s gonna be a real good year.

(Photo by Denver Jim)