Mirror fear mirror fear mirror

The insult of the Iranian hostage crisis still bleeds and hurts so good when scratched by America's dick-swingers, their obsessive hate and fear and envy of Iran is in part rooted in their seeing and admiring in Iranian dick-swingers what they see and admire in themselves.

I'm a firm believer that anyone I feel an instinctive and electric hatred for needs studying as he overtly represents what I covertly hate about myself, which is what separates dick-swingers from me, who instinctively and electrically hates dick-swingers.

*

• On the Iranian elections.
• Why not the best?
• Apt pupils.
• Badiou babbles, hastening to say I can't understand a word of Badiou, but I enjoy reading and learning from (and occasionally giggling at) people who think they do. Like here.
• About which, the most excellent thing you'll read, look at, listen to, and think about all day.
• Though this might be the most important.
• UPDATE: Consider this.
• A reading of James von Brunn and readings of James von Brunn.
• Silence is traffic: watch this.
• An homage to World's Shittiest has best Goldfinger allusion since Alton Brown threatened a pear with a power drill.
• Committed to being the shittiest, now and forever.
• Duh.
• Stating the Obvious.
• Daily Obamapostasy.
• UPDATE: I've stopped reading Digby for her daily duh, and I hadn't written about the Palin/Letterman spat because of the duh, but a friend sent me this Digby post which nicely pulls the two duhs together.
• How to disappear.
• Why I've always feared having outdoor cats. The asshole should be buried up to his neck and have his head run over with a lawnmower. I volunteer.
• Hey! Mocomofos! A tribute!
• Gaithersbleh and cat permits?
• My future hell.
• UPDATE! Fire Bob Bradley NOW!
• UPDATE! Look, it's not Bradley's fault his players suck - and O! they suck, O! yes they do - but if the only way the USMNT can avoid going three and out this year in South Africa and three and out next year in South Africa is with smoke and mirrors, Bradley's not the man to do smoke and mirrors.
  
• East Moco boo-hoo.
• My summer vacation - yes, we do the Planet college tour this summer. Just how fucking old am I?
• Because you asked, another view of the Nut Sac:

• OK, so you didn't ask.
• I haven't read Patricia Highsmith in twenty years, but I remember liking what I read.
• Uniformity and blandness.
• Waggish's last thoughts on 2666.
• Snobbery on the Installment Plan (and a follow-up).
• How the Beatles Destroyed Rock and Roll.
• Hugh Hopper, RIP.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Today's Listening Assignment.

Updates later. Or not.

*

Poem

W.C. Williams

As the cat
climbed over
the top of

the jamcloset
first the right
forefoot

carefully
then the hind
stepped down

into the pit of
the empty
flowerpot

*

My head, your head (and love):