We’ve had more rain in the previous two days than we had in the preceding two months, with more on the way over the next few days. Why? Not a gulf hurricane, but because three days ago, I spent almost four hours washing and waxing my car, and then spent an hour or more watering all the plants around my house. So, you’re all welcome.
Archive for June 2010
Prior to this week’s hearings, I already opposed her, knowing she’s weak on free speech, blurs the line between church and state, and loves her some executive power. Worse, I knew no one would question her about any of those things. The Democrats can’t, because she’s their President’s nominee. The Republicans can’t, because they share those views; she’s much more similar to Alito or Roberts than any of the “liberal” justices.
So far, it looks like my fears were correct. For two days we’ve had nothing but empty rhetoric about humility, or impartiality, or deference to congress. The closest to any substantive questions have been a few accusations that she hates the military.
The worst part? If – given her extremely troubling record – this is all the opposition party will throw at her, I fear it’s because they know she’s an authoritarian just like they are. The GOP has to act like they oppose her, but in truth, they know she’s fairly conservative. That means she’ll easily be confirmed, and we can look forward to who knows how many more years of a court that, in the vast majority of non-second amendment constitutional cases, will always side with the government and against the individual.
I haven’t followed our governor’s actions very closely. Still, from the news I have read, he’s appeared impressive. Especially given the responses of state leaders to the immediate east and west of us, which toe the GOP line by mostly licking the boots of BP. Jindal, it seems, actually knows what’s going on and has actually tried to help the situation. So, for a while, I’ve meant to do a post giving him a thumbs up.
But now maybe I won’t:
new revelations and a close inspection of the facts suggest that Jindal’s sound and fury is little more than political grandstanding for the Fox News set, and it serves to obscure Jindal’s own serious failings in the spill response effort. While Jindal has been relentless in attacking the federal government for dragging its feet, he has delayed the deployment of National Guard troops, led a crusade to build artificial sand berms that most experts say won’t work, and confused the planning of the spill response. Moreover, experts said his “antagonism could actually slow down that response.”
The accusations are well supported in the full article. Worse, Jindal – Mr. Open Government – recently vetoed a bill that would have made all his office’s BP communications public. That, obviously, makes it look like he’s hiding things.
Oh well, at least he isn’t blaming God and apologizing to BP.
Tonight’s episode two of The Gates. We only watched the first because it was filmed in town. Not that it mattered. The location is Southern Trace, a gated development of cookie cutter Mcmansions that could be in any city in any state in the country. In other, words, you ain’t gonna recognize anything as Shreveport. Still, knowing it was filmed here grabbed our attention. Unfortunately, nothing kept it. It was forty minutes of stereotyped characters, predictable plots, and needless melodrama. Ugh. I may watch again for episodes seven and eight, filmed at the home of a guy I ride with, and – according to him – featuring plenty of attractive women in small bathing suits, but otherwise, The Gates was one and done.
True Blood is also new tonight. This is much better. The show is set near Shreveport, and parts were filmed here. So you’ll not only hear familiar names, but see familiar locations. In the opening credits, for instance, there’s a victorian house that once housed an after hours bar at which I had many a good time. The show itself is good, too. The wife got me hooked on the Sookie Stackhouse books, and though the show departs from the books, it’s still good. They’re like Twilight if Twilight was readable or watchable. In fact, if you read the Sookie Stackhouse books – which precede Twilight – you’ll have a hard time not accusing Twilight of being really bad plagiarism. In any event, the amount of boobies would make up for a much worse show.
Not that it’s perfect. The breasts are great, but I don’t know how many more shots of Jason Stackhouse’s bare ass I can take. Also, though set in North Louisiana, much of the scenery seems more South Louisiana. Lots of cypress trees and swamps, which we have, but we’re known as the “piney woods” region for a reason. I guess the producers either had, or knew most viewers have, an idea of what Louisiana is like, and decided to cater to that, authenticity be damned. But the worst part of the show isn’t the misleading scenery, it’s the horrific accents. Imagine someone imitating someone with an Australian accent trying to do a rural southern accent. It’s painful. They’d have done much better to let the actors just use their regular voices. Still, the show is worth watching.
Finally, if you want excitement, if you want authenticity, if you want to see Shreveport, there’s only one show on television to combine it all: Billy the Exterminator. To start, if you wanted to make a show about a guy who fights bugs, I’m seriously doubt you could find a better location than Louisiana. Not that it’s only bugs: Snakes, gators, beavers, squirrels, raccoons, anything you can imagine. In addition to the authentic critters, Billy’s business is a family one, and his family is oh-so-southern. Everyone from down here will recognize at least one of their relatives in these “characters.” You’ll also see plenty of recognizable locations in town. Last night, we watched an old one that featured a bee infestation at First Baptist Bossier. Billy is also an inspiration. Imagining what Billy would do, I recently found and annihilated a couple of red wasp nests in my attic. In short, I can’t recommend this show enough.
So there you go. We ain’t much of a town, but we got a bunch of t.v. shows.
The second annual ranking of “America’s Manliest Cities.”
More of the all time worst album covers, here.