Song From Under The Floorboards
I’m still out of town, in a place with cows and goats and a weekly bluegrass jamboree down at the end of the road.
Oh, wait! I asked everybody to mention that I was out of town, and nobody did!
[insert photoshop of Brad, Travis, and Retardo’s heads pasted onto the bodies of cows]
Moo, gentlemen. Moo!
Meanwhile, back in the jungle:
So, just to re-cap the week in Right-Wing Blogosphere Credibility:
* they suffered a complete humiliation on their Jamil Hussein “scandal”
* they are forced to retract their John Kerry “dining alone” story in Iraq
* there is a possible, pending humiliation over its Michael Ledeen “scoop” about the death of the Iranian leader
Mr. Hugh Miliation has been whopping at their doors for years now, bearing a subpoena, but they always seem to be in the shower when he comes.
See Confederate Yankee and Dan Riehl for some fun. Apparently it’s not their fault, but collective-ours and that guy’s and the AP’s and the far-left’s, and this guy’s — but especially ours, collectively, for being against the troops or something. It’s really quite stunning.
Dear WingNet: Please eat it, cobag. No, after you. No, please have a piece. Rrrmm, here comes the airplane!
I have a severely patchy-ass ‘Net connection here, so lemme just bow out gracefully before this thing crashes, because if
[howling of wilderness]
Where’s Gavin? Let’s hope he’s gone to Iraq, to prove that Jamil Hussein (although possibly existing) made up all those stories about bad thing in Iraq just to distract patriotic Confederate Yankees and such from the good news of school painting. Of course, Confederate Yankee and company would already be in Iraq themselves to show how good things are, except it’s too dangerous for them to go.
So you’re just going to have to take their citizen journamalist word for it.
Is the title of this post some sort of Howard Devoto reference?
Whatever, I’m just here to blogwhore my own little contribution to the Jamil Hussein fiasco.
Is the title of this post some sort of Howard Devoto reference?
I am an insect; I have to confess I’m proud as hell about that.
Hell yeah the 2nd best Magazine song ever:
I am angry I am ill and I’m as ugly as sin
My irritability keeps me alive and kicking
I know the meaning of life it doesn’t help me a bit
I know beauty and I know a good thing when I see it
This is a song from under the floorboards
this is a song from where the wall is cracked
my force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I’m proud as hell of that fact
I know the highest and the best
I accord them all due respect
but the brightest jewel inside of me
glows with pleasure at my own stupidity
This is a song from under the floorboards…
I used to make phantoms I could later chase
images of all that could be desired
then I got tired of counting all of these blessings
and then I just got tired
—
You got good taste, Gavin, all your references are stories.
If Gavin M’s apparent failure to exist is ever acknowledged, it will be buried. The S,N commentators, by and large, don’t care. Nor do the ‘ethics’ gatekeepers in the business.
The existence of posters with several variations of the name Gavin M of varying ranks in the howling wilderness was reported by bloggers several weeks ago. None quite matched. I’d suggest the jury is still out on this guy.
Where the proof? All I’ve seen is just another round of assertions. How about a page out of S,N poster’s notebook with a Gavin M. contact and info for a particular story on a particular day? Reporters are meticulous about their notebooks and retain them for years.
His internet connection was turned off? Interesting…..why would his internet be turned off all of a sudden? Would this mean he will once again NOT be produced for questioning?�
“Weekly bluegrass jamboree” indeed. Sounds like cover for anti-American liberal commiehomoislamoterrorcrat planning sessions.
Indeed. Hoedown for the class war throw down.
Don’t recognize the song reference, but it put me in mind of some old Refreshments
Well hush there’ll be no more tonight
You can’t work and I can’t fight
Well that’s just beautiful
But it’s the way you hold your breath
That’s scarring me to death
Well that’s your way, anyway, anyway
Everybody talks
We gotta listen to what they say
Well there’s a picture that I’m painting and you know it won’t be pretty
It’s a song I give someone else to sing
It’s a melody I stole from a bathroom wall
And it’s the words I hear the birds sing
I don’t mean to pry but it’s been said
You got Demons in your head
(Screamed: Demons in your head)
I ask real casual
But it’s the way I wear my frown
That only helps to bring you down
Well that’s my way, anyway, anyway
And everybody talks
We gotta make it make some sense
Well there’s a picture that I’m painting and you know it won’t be pretty
It’s a song I give someone else to sing
It’s a melody I stole from a bathroom wall
And it’s the words I hear the birds sing
Words I hear the birds sing
Well hush there’ll be no more tonight
You can’t work and I can’t fight
Well that’s just beautiful
But it’s the way I hold my breath
That’s scarring you to death
Well that’s our way, anyway, anyway
Well everybody talks
But people rarely say a word
Well there’s a picture that I’m painting and you know it won’t be pretty
It’s a song I give someone else to sing
It’s a melody I stole from a bathroom wall
And it’s the words I hear the birds sing
Words I hear the birds sing
Words I hear the birds sing
Words I hear the birds sing
Words I hear the birds sing
–Roger Clyne
Gavin, please check out Ramsay Midwood on iTunes or wherever … he’s not quite bluegrass, not quite blues, but definitely old-timey in his own way.
nitpicky here: the link to greenwald’s post is screwy. It should be
http://glenngreenwald.blogspot.com/2007/01/credibility-of-right-wing-blogosphere.html
🙂
The wingnutosphere must have a severe case of cerebral-palsied ADHD to have evacuated this from their collective bowels They wouldn’t even qualify for a job with the Weekly World News.
Totally off topic, but funniest flipping thing I have ever seen in my entire life.
Funniest thing I ever expect to see in the rest of my life.
Quoth John Boehner:
And with that, Irony gave up, changed her name to Drunken Debauchery, and moved to a beach house on Malta.
Ah, she only faked her death. That’s a relief. Now I can imagine Irony and Elvis on the beach at Gozo, stretched out on deck chairs, talking about old times and enjoying the last of the light as the sun goes down.
Does Gozo have a beach?
Shorter CY and Rhiel: When we’re right, we’re right; when we’re wrong, we’re right.
Flawed, if that’s the second best Magazine song, I wonder what you’d put first. My personal favorite is “The Light Pours Out of Me,” which I had a tendency to blast out my freshman dorm windows. But there are so many good ones.
Speaking of Howard DeVoto, has anyone seen his solo album on CD? I had it on vinyl more than a decade ago, but it has disappeared and I have never seen a CD release. Once I have that in my hands, my battle station will be complete.
According to Michelle Malkin, Gavin’s reporting that the Seahawks won because he’s afraid to admit that Dallas has a cuter coach. Or couches her bitter cooter. Or something.
This Magazine song is pretty good.
Interestingly, it’s the same song as this one.
Is the song from under the floorboards actually a beating heart?
That would explain malkin going mad in public, at any rate…
Without even listening, Preview, I am guessing that your two songs are “Shot By Both Sides” and “Lipstick.”
Do I win a prize?