In the seventeen years I have been hitting Sauvie's and going to the naked beach, I have really never had a bad experience. Puppies and kids frolicking about, bouncing body parts playing volleyball, swimming and fun, and all naked. Naked doesn't equal sex, and the people at this beach are aware of that. Imagine my disgust, and those of my beach neighbors, at having to watch you fuck. Imagine my disgust at watching you jack off your boyfriend's flaccid penis.
Maybe the boyfriend has some sort of medical problem? Or maybe he was flaccid because he saw some nude guy staring at him and furiously typing a submission to the I, Anonymous Blog—where your rants and confessions are always welcome... just keep your clothes on.
Portland band Priory haven't exactly kept a high local profile since dropping their self-titled debut in 2011, but it turns out the duo of Brandon Rush and Kyle Sears have been hard at work on further recordings, amassing vast quantities of studio gear, and getting signed to Warner Bros. in the process. Their upcoming major-label platter hasn't been announced yet, but here's "Weekend," a huge-sounding single that plays to the rafters with such universal sentiments like "Hell yeah, I just got paid" and "Forget that I was ever your whipping boy." Taking Rebecca Black's "Friday" to new extremes, "Weekend" will probably be the biggest song to come out of Portland this year. Enjoy it now before we're all sick to death of it.
Hawaii band the Fourth Wall came to Portland two years back, and they've just released a fine new record called Lovely Violence. Take a listen to the title track, a space-cowboy ramble that has more up its sleeve than its laid-back, back-porch strum initially reveals. You can download the full album on Bandcamp for the price of nothing, and the band hopes to have a physical release for Lovely Violence in the coming months.
Purse Candy's album Visions of a Healed Kingdom is on the way, a shimmying collection of electrofunk with its DeLorean dials set straight for 1982. Riding a "Controversy" vamp, here's "Messiah," a dancefloor warmer with buzzy analog synths and disco cowbell. The album was recorded with Fruit Bats/Shins drummer Ron Lewis joining frontman/songwriter Matthew Ellis; synth player Evan Bridges and saxophonist Phillipe Bronchtein round out the ensemble.
You like being trapped in very small spaces that slowly fill up with water, right? Then check out this video of British spelunkers getting caught in "the tube" inside Lost John’s Cave in Lancashire, England as water starts to rise around them. (You will start to experience panic around the 20 second mark... but hold on! Because things get WORSE.)
Lindsay Abrams writes for Salon:
Good news for viewers of BBC News: You’ll no longer be subjected to the unhinged ravings of climate deniers and other members of the anti-science fringe. In a report published Thursday by the BBC Trust, the network’s journalists were criticized for devoting too much airtime (as in, any airtime) to unqualified people with “marginal views” about non-contentious issues in a misguided attempt to provide editorial balance.
It sounds like the BBC is going to be more responsible in all its science coverage, which is good news. Blogs, especially, repeatedly make hash out of scientific studies. (And no, we are not innocent in this.) Not every reporter needs to be a trained scientist, but we all could be a lot less histrionic and a lot more thoughtful in our coverage of scientific issues.
As you've no doubt heard, Washington's finally getting its recreational pot market—enshrined by voters nearly two years ago—up and running. In some parts of the state, that means marijuana sales will begin bright and early tomorrow morning (though low supply caused by the program's unwieldy implementation means that commerce will be expensive and perhaps brief).
For Portlanders? Vancouver's two stores won't open until a bit later in the week—Wednesday and Friday, according to the Columbian. If you're among those who'll brave the clog-prone Interstate Bridge and make your first-ever venture into the 'Couve to ring in commercial pot sales, Portland police want you to know a few things.
The PPB is recirculating a video it first released in December 2012, on the heels of the Washington vote. Of course, some of this is subject to change if Oregonians approve a regulated recreational marijuana market here in November.
Here's Sgt. Pete Simpson with the run down.
I am a straight guy who has come to an impasse with my girlfriend of a year and a half. (We are also the joint owners of a dog). The perpetual issue in our relationship is one that makes me feel a bit like a selfish dick, but then I do a double take and realize I may just be getting antagonized. The issue is pot smoking. My girlfriend absolutely hates it and strongly dislikes me if she assumes I'm stoned. She has a reason and a right to feel a certain way about weed—the reason being that her 21-year-old younger brother is battling heroin addiction and he has smoked weed since he was a teenager and now he smokes it to fight withdrawal symptoms.
Understandably there is a lot of negative stigma surrounding weed from my girlfriend's perspective, and it is all recently developed after her brother turned to her for help. It has been a hard time for us, and the fact that I use weed on a frequent basis is troubling to my girlfriend. My recreational habit is perceived as a slight towards her, a slap of disrespect.
Even though it has been a somewhat rocky road in this relationship I believe that some things, especially epic endeavors in life such as love, take a lot of work and patience. The first year and three months dating she abstained—my least favorite word ever—from sex, and was very distant intimately. She had been profoundly affected by a reproductive health scare and it affected her sexuality in a big way. As a result I have felt repressed and neglected in the bedroom and just in general as if a lack of interest is there. We now have sex on a very rare basis, average once or twice a month.
Even though the sex life has been a disappointment I must take into consideration how she was there for me after I lost my job and went back to school. Part of my motivation was so I could build a future for us. But unfortunately it is to the point where she has stated "she doesn't want weed or anyone that has anything to do with that drug in her life." That was the recent ultimatum. I responded by affirming I will not change that about myself. Here I sit in our apartment with her brooding and me writing you.
I learned in life that to love someone you have to accept who they are, and that means not seeking to change them. I want to be a decent person but I also want to retain my autonomy. It's not like I'm rolling up fatties and smoking them inside. For the most part I am a dependable, thoughtful person. I am also a free spirit and my choices to use weed are in line with my values.
This Horrible Conflict
My response after the jump...
Did you decide to forego the big fireworks display downtown this year? If you did, you didn't miss much... according to this web only recap of every fireworks display ever by John Oliver and the Last Week Tonight gang, who took the week off. Presumably to watch fireworks.
It's a couple days away, but I know how busy you are, and I really think you'd like Orland Nutt. The local filmmaker is a Portland native, and his films are all short and experimental. I love the short film format, but a lot of people assume it's going to be boring and obtuse when they see the word "experimental" (aaaaaand sometimes it is) but Nutt's stuff is beautiful and totally batshit as well as funny and sincere in a satisfyingly WTF kind of way.
Anyhow! The NW Film Center's been toying with the idea of showcasing his work solo for some time now, and this Thursday it's finally on. An Evening with Orland Nutt will have him introducing a selection of his work, chosen to represent his timeline as an artist, and it will also see the debut of his newest, Bear of Heaven, his most ambitious project to date. I wrote a li'l preview of it here, but I also wanted to share a couple of my favorites from his back catalog as an added nudge.
This first is from his "Dear Peter" series. Peter is actually a real dude named Peter who is an old friend of Orland's. They've been sending correspondence back and forth for years, in letters, packages, and in this case video, updating each other on—sometimes seemingly mundane—things in their daily environment:
GOOD MORNING, BLOGTOWN! See ya shakin' that thang, like who's da ish. With a look in her eye so devilish. LET'S GO TO PRESS.
OH DEAR. A newspaper in New York's West Village runs an editorial calling President Obama "The [N-word] in the White House." (Except they really wrote the word.)
A seemingly wide ranging conspiracy of pedophilia has been going on in the upper crust of British society, including celebrities and high ranking politicians. The investigation is underway.
In other child abuse news, Pope Francis apologizes for the delay in cracking down on pedophile priests, and promises that eventually... you know, "some day"... something might happen about it.
Gov. Rick Perry returns with more "stupid"—this time, standing by his accusation that President Obama is willfully allowing undocumented immigrant children into the country.
Here's the most non-surprising headline you'll read all day: "California man blows off hands with fireworks."
And if you need proof that fireworks can "put someone's eye out"... well... here ya go.
More than 60 people were shot, and 11 were killed over the holiday weekend—and that's just in Chicago. GUNS! AMERICA! GUNS!
Sixty-three teenage girls kidnapped by Nigeria's Boko Haram terrorist group have escaped... though over 200 are still missing.
A seven-foot-long great white shark attacks a swimmer off the coast of California over the July 4th weekend... a story that sounds strangely familiar for some reason.
This also sounds familiar... rapper Kanye West gets booed at a concert for launching into a 20 minute rant.
Today Washington state will begin issuing permits for recreational marijuana shops... and yep! There's one opening right across the border in Vancouver, lucky you.
In perhaps the worst news of the day, two fucking idiot jerks knocked the Humpty Dumpty statue off its wall at Oregon's most awesome theme park, Enchanted Forest... and nope! It cannot be put back together again.
Now here's what's going on in your neck of the woods: Morning clouds, and then hotty-hot sun reaching the upper 80s all week long!
And finally, hey guys! Check out my new swimming pool I spent the weekend installing. It's no big thing.
And a fine morning to all of you. Everyone's hungover and regretting the caloric permissiveness that Independence Day brings, right? Revel in it. You're free.
Revel, too, in the hypocrisy of a nation that would bald-facedly celebrate the notion of freedom even while it ensnares wild cats. The cougar that had prowled East Portland late in the week was treed and tranqued, as I assume they say in the cat murder biz, then killed for not appropriately fearing humanity. I'm not saying that was definitely the wrong call, but I note that black bear from a couple weeks back got to live, and there is a bird that wakes me up every single morning that no one gives a damn about.
Yikes. Five people were shot yesterday outside of a SE Portland strip club, in what cops say was a gang-related attack.
The Ukrainian military has scored what looks like a big victory in ongoing skirmishing with pro-Russian rebels, rousting militants from one of their long-held citadels just days after ending a cease-fire.
With the US knocked out, we can all agree that the Netherlands must win the World Cup, right? Throw on your ugliest oranje get up. The Netherlands and Costa Rica square off at 1 pm. Also: Did you see that guy get his back broken yesterday?
Why, you might be thinking, were my traditional freedom chops so expensive yesterday? Because it turns out it's pretty hard to keep pigs alive long enough to slaughter them for meat. Hundreds of thousands of piglets are being stricken with deadly diarrhea.
Did the NSA plant a mole in Germany's intelligence agency? Looking like it.
What Would Eric Estrada Do? A video has emerged of a California Highway Patrol officer savagely beating a woman who'd been walking on the freeway. The incident is under investigation, but I'm not bullish on this officer's prospects.
July 5 is officially the first day of summer, and now that that beachiest of seasons has finally arrived, know that you're probably going to come very close to the impassive razor maw that is the Great White Shark if/when you brave the Pacific. They're making a comeback. "“When we enter the sea, we’ve been within 10 and 15 feet of a shark several times in our lifetimes," says one expert.
At least you'll come close to violent death and dismemberment under sunny skies:
Stuff is weird.
We’ve all got our brunch favorites, a core of familiarity we love to go back to again and again. But it’s good to have back ups in case there’s a line (I ain’t ever queuing for brunch), an option for another part of town, or just for a change of scene. Hence, I wanted to see what Ataula, which has been praised for its modern take on traditional Spanish tapas, could make of brunch.
First off, on a recent Sunday visit, it wasn’t packed, just happily buzzing. The coffee, from Local Roasting, was flavorful and the Mimosa Melocoton had an added kick from peach peel soaked in brandy. The food didn’t disappoint, either, being detailed but not fussy and featuring well-prepared dishes you won’t see elsewhere. A Tortilla de Bacalao with catalan beans and roasted green peppers managed to get the flavors just right—the salt cod didn’t overwhelm the dish, as it often can, while the greens and herbs on top weren’t added for looks, but contributed to the depth of each bite (the key here is to get a bit of everything on the fork to appreciate the full taste). Meanwhile, the Huevas con Chorizo had crispy potato bravas with ground chorizo and an egg on top that had the texture of a poached egg while being crispy on the outside. Again, the dish worked best taken as a whole.
For two people, including drinks and an extensive cheese plate (I’m never going to pass up the opportunity of a good cheese plate), the bill was $50, which given the service and quality of food felt about right. Ataula makes it onto my essential brunch list, for sure. 1818 NW 23rd Pl, Sunday brunch 10 am – 2 pm
IT'S FOURTH OF JULY WEEKEND, Y'ALL! (So what are YOU doing?)
Wm. Steven Humphrey: "As mentioned in Busy Week, it's my Fourth of July tradition to go to the St. Paul Rodeo—in beautiful, non-bustling St. Paul, Oregon... a mere 45 minute drive from Portland. And for me, the rodeo isn't even the highlight! My fave part is the super quaint and charming Fourth of July parade (starting at 10 am) which features all the things I love about small town parades: Lots of tractors and farm implements, old-timey fire trucks, pageant winners riding in the back of convertibles, and bedazzled cowgirls trotting along on horses. PLUS! It's got an awesome carnival (featuring my favorite thing in the world: a mechanical bull), AND a surprisingly great food court featuring BBQ and some of the best Mexican food you'll have anywhere. And if you like people watching, it doesn't get much more interesting than this. THE ST. PAUL RODEO, PEOPLE! Learn it, know it, live it! (Oh, also don't miss Ian Karmel's headlining act at Helium!)"
Courtney Ferguson: “Happy finger-maiming weekend, guys! I'm sad I won't be able to make it to the Ferguson Family Olympics, an annual spine-cruncher that puts the Kennedys to shame with such events as Competitive Watermelon Eating and the Water Slide Interpretive Dance, but I'm going to make the most of it by attending a BBQ and drinking too much. After the crapulence wears off, I'll catch Snowpiercer at the Hollywood, and finish up local author Mary Robinette Kowal's Valour and Vanity book about magical glamourists in the Regency Period. Wha? It's good. Oh, and World Cup! I'll be rooting for Costa Rica on Saturday at the Moon and Sixpence. Go Ticos!”
Erik Henriksen: For next week's Mercury, I'm writing about the NW Film Center's upcoming Wes Anderson series—which means this weekend I've got to re-watch a ton of Wes Anderson movies and movies that influenced Wes Anderson. O, WOE IS ME. I'm also looking forward to finally getting started on James S.A. Corey's Cibola Burn, which I picked up a few weeks ago when the authors did a reading out at Powell's Cedar Hills. It was one of the best readings I've been to, probably because (A) it was all Q&A, with none of the always-terrible "reading" parts that are usually parts of readings, and (B) there was a guy dressed up as Chewbacca in attendance, listening intently to the whole thing.
Ned Lannamann: "I've got some friends in from out of town so we'll be doing some Independence Day celebrating tomorrow, in a form yet to be determined. Beer, grilling, music, yes, but probably no firecrackers, because they're dumb. Meanwhile, tonight I'll be checking out Sharon Van Etten at the Dog Fur, and Saturday I have my fingers crossed that I can get into the Nick Cave show at the Schnitz, before popping over to see the fantastic Messrs. & Ms. Phox. Otherwise, I'll keeping things free and easy, and hopefully checking out some of the Fourth of July festivities happening in inner Southeast at East End, Dig a Pony, and Bunk Bar."
Marjorie Skinner: “Tonight I’m going to take advantage of Star Bar’s kickass happy hour (which goes longer and later than most) before heading to Ian Karmel’s show at Helium. Tomorrow is gonna be about river times until it becomes about grillin’ and backyard band times. Saturday I want to check out the East End block party, and on Sunday I’m thinking an Oregon City day trip might be in order, especially since my thrifter brother-in-law is in town and there are a ton of spots to ferret through on the way. When we arrive, two orders of business: Pizza at Mi Famiglia and a scotch at The Highland Stillhouse.”
MUSIC—Sub Pop scored big last year, at least for music nerds, when it signed German indie geniuses the Notwist, who dropped a new album, Close to the Glass—the group's eighth overall and first since 2008. The Notwist have been laying electronics over poppy melancholia since well before Radiohead made it cool. And these days, any tour might be their last. DCT
w/Jel; Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell, 8:30 pm, $18-20
COMEDY—Portland's prodigal son of comedy, Ian Karmel, returns to the land of his birth for a three-night headlining gig at Helium. Currently living in LA as a staff writer for Chelsea Lately (as well as continuing his heeelarious column in the Mercury), Ian is both a class act and a very funny smarty-pants, who's sure to bring a U-Haul full of laffs to town. (See our interview with Ian.) WSH
Helium Comedy Club, 1510 SE 9th, Thurs 8 pm, Fri 7:15 pm, Sat 7:30 & 10 pm, $15-29
And a Burger King video has never made me want to puke before. (Unless we count slaughterhouse footage as a Burger King video, which we probably should.)
It's a fine line between support and pandering, and for me, the above video coats that line in bloody gay cow guts.
Graphic novelist and Adventure Time storyboard artist Jesse Moynihan will be signing copies of his new comic Forming II tonight at Floating World. Forming II is a sequel to Forming, both published by London's Nobrow Press. The series concerns:
Epic confrontations between gods and mutants, philosophical reflections, hilarious dialogue and powerful artwork make for an impressive sequel of galactic proportions. Forming II is as funny, sophisticated and mind-blowingly beautiful as the first part of Moynihan’s unique trilogy.
The event starts at 6 p.m. It includes an art installation along with a musical powerpoint performance.
A day earlier than usual, we've got your slate of trusty Mercury movie reviews. YOU'RE WELCOME.
SNOWPIERCER I talked about Bong Joon-ho's latest yesterday on the blog, and my review is mostly just me throwing adulatory adjectives at it, because apparently that's what I do when I really like something. This isn't a movie for everyone—but if it isn't a movie for you, then you and I probably won't ever be BFFs.
LIFE ITSELF Ned took a look at the documentary about Roger Ebert from Hoop Dreams director Steve James and liked it quite a bit.
AN EVENING WITH ORLAND NUTT Marjorie profiled local experimental filmmaker Orland Nutt, who has a one-night show coming up at the NW Film Center. This guy might be the guy to finally convince your philistine ass to check out some experimental film!
TAMMY I made Alison go to Tammy.
KALEIDOSCOPIC VISIONS: ANIMATION CLASSICS Ned dug deep into the NW Film Center's animation series, finding some good stuff... and some terrible stuff. Watching Akira as part of this series will be the first time I've seen it since I was in high school, and I look forward to being just as bewildered by it now as I was then.
BEGIN AGAIN Eric D. Snider saw the latest from the director of Once and declares that it is utterly skippable. Your mom will probably want to see it, though!
Barry Blankenship made this kick-buck poster for Ian Karmel's headlining show this weekend. Ain't it sweet?
Wanna recommend something for next week, hit me up!
In this week's Sold Out, I got to profile Liam Drain, one of my... er, favorite ceramicists. (Why does it feel so much weirder to have a favorite ceramicist than it does a favorite painter or photographer? Oh god, is it an art vs craft thing? It is, isn't it.) I've actually known Drain for years, and we met long before he got into his current medium (back then he was more of a photographer). He's hilarious, and one of those people who always has a game-changing record or book recommendation, and it makes a certain lovely kind of sense that he's infusing vases and cups with meditations on "enclosure of common land, and the human misery that ensues from the invention of private property." It can be hard to do justice to someone's tone in print, so I let him do all the talking here. Hopefully it'll pique your interest enough to check out what he does, on Instagram (@liamadrain), Twitter (@DeathPots) or by checking out what he's currently got selling at Lowell.
Kelly's Olympian–Fault Lines, Yukon Gold, We Are Traitors, 9 pm, $5
Bunk Bar–Painted Palms, Foreign Orange, Imperial Mammoth, 10 pm, $10-12
Camellia Lounge–Barra Brown, 8 pm, $6
Dig a Pony–Aan, Thanks, New Move, Strange Babes DJs, 8 pm, free
Doug Fir–Sharon Van Etten, Jana Hunter, 9 pm, $16-18
Holocene–Testify: DJ E*Rock, DJ Shinhwa, New Dadz DJs, DJ Honest John, 9 pm, $3
Lola's Room–Gold & Youth, Adventure Galley, 8 pm, $10-12, all ages
Portland Spirit–Blues Cruise: Lil' Ed & the Blues Imperials, Blind Boy Paxton, Bombino, Ty Curtis Band, 10:15 pm, $35
Tom McCall Waterfront Park–Waterfront Blues Festival: Los Lobos, Los Lonely Boys, Bombino, Mary Flower, Lauren Sheehan, Goodfoot All-Stars, Mizz Dee & Anthony Paule, Lil' Ed & the Blues Imperials, Chris Baum, Lloyd Jones, Homemade Jamz, Tim Williams, Blind Boy Paxton, Rae Gordon, Franck Goldwasser, Jimmy Pugh, Tony Coleman, Rae Gordon, The Rad Trads, Tevis Hodge Jr., Rose City Kings, Simon Tucker, Hammer Lane Blues Club, Steve Cheseborough, Transcendental Brass Band, 10:30 am, $10-125, all ages
Wonder Ballroom–The Notwist, Jel, 8:30 pm, $18-20
FINALLY, the complete Batman TV series (the classic '60s version starring Adam West and Burt Ward) is being released on Blu Ray, DVD, and digital download coming this November, and the remastered results? They're GORGEOUS. Check out this trailer announcing the release, and put it on full screen to see all those vivid colors pop.
Also for those who can still bear the San Diego Comic-Con, Adam West, Burt Ward, and "Catwoman" Julie Newmar will be in attendance to host a panel on the release. No, they're not dead, actually.
I'm really frustrated with your column this week. While your advice was spot on, I hated seeing that it was entirely about "unicorns," Dan, because that term is the worst of all possible things and I would hope a sex-positive columnist like yourself would know better than to reinforce horrible stereotypes.
Whether socially or biologically, women are more likely to be fluid in their sexuality and men are more likely to be closeted. I'm a bisexual man who knows and has dated plenty of bisexual women. I'm married to one right now. There is no shortage of women to have threesomes with; they are not mythical beasts that nobody has ever seen. As long as I remember to not get expectant and pressure the women to accelerate their own relationship for my sexual pleasure, then threesomes follow. You know what is mythical? An openly bisexual man we click with. They're out there I'm sure, but if I get one more "Married and needing discretion" reply I'm going to blow a gasket—and not the good kind of "blow."
So, Dan, please stop perpetuating the term "unicorn" because it only forces bisexual women back into the closet, marking them as "other." Maybe you want to coin a new term for it, something accessible and realistic? You've done it before, I know you can do it again.
My response after the jump...
One of the sufferings of summer—how to drink wine on the go outdoors—may have just been solved. It’s nigh on impossible to go tubing with a bottle and a glass in hand, while on a picnic someone is always going to forget the corkscrew. Underwood’s solution: put the wine in a can.
Underwood (produced by Union Wine in Tualatin, OR) already produces down-to-earth wines at good prices and their canned wine is a further development of their campaign to make wine drinking less stuffy and more accessible (an admirably enough aim, though their ‘Pinkiesdown’ concept is either overly defensive or annoyingly gimmicky). Most existing wine in a can is sugary, fizzy crap, suitable for teenagers that want to get loaded without having to deal with the taste of alcohol, so it’s good to see that Underwood’s offering, available in standard 12oz sizes, uses wine that is the same as the bottled stuff, either white (Pinot Gris) or red (Pinot Noir).
Underwood’s wines are young, fruit forward and easy to drink and seems to taste the same whether poured from bottle or can, though when drunk straight from the can (which is surely the point of having the thing) there is a slight tinny feel that you’d also get from a canned coke or beer. To begin with, wine from a can feels oddly transgressive—a prejudice Underwood are presumably keen to combat—or perhaps it’s the association with It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Either way, the more you drink, the less it matters. Just remember that each can is half a bottle, so it’s probably best not to chug ‘em like PBR. Underwood Pinot in a can, $24 for a four pack, available here, and for $6 each from select New Seasons, Whole Foods and Food Front
The heat hits most people one of two ways: it either makes 'em blissed out and mellow or superfuckingangry. Let's see how it hit all over this week's Letters page:
—Ned's review of the KISS/Def Leppard show went over like a lead balloon with devotees of those bands, who accused him of smoking crack (!) and assumed he lost his job over it. (Nope!)
—Another thumbs-up for Team Anti-Fireworks, who simply flees the "war zone" of Clark County to avoid them.
—B has thoughts about PDC's financial agreement to buy the Right 2 Dream Too lot. Do you?
—Rob was into it when we ripped up the sidewalk tape/litter that people were putting down to "reserve" their spots for the rose parade, and now he want us to do something about plant overgrowth obstructing sidewalks, but... I dunno, it just doesn't have the same oomph, even if we are his "only hope," which is flattering and all.
—Don't worry, Nix, Thomas Kinkade isn't really our favorite painter!
And it's even a short paragraph, from Dana Milbank's Washington Post column:
Congress has passed just 56 public laws this year, for a total of 121 since the beginning of 2013. This virtually guarantees the current Congress will be the least productive in history, well behind the “do nothing” Congress of 1948, which passed more than 900 bills. And many of the 121 bills are not exactly weighty (H.R. 1071: “To specify the size of the precious-metal blanks that will be used in the production of the National Baseball Hall of Fame commemorative coins.”)
The goal of Teabaggy Republicans is to strip the government down to its most basic parts (except for the military, and the parts of government that enforce and protect evangelical Christianity). If they can't accomplish those goals with a Democratic Senate and a Democrat in the White House, they'll do nothing, instead, and let the nation argue itself to death until they can seize all three branches of government and really get to work. As far as plans go, it's a solid one. It's working. And the midterm elections are only going to reward their behavior.
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