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a socialist’s guide to the world cup
Well the first thing you need to know is that the official beer is Budweiser and the official food supplier is McDonald's, so bring your own supplies. Since you're a socialist, bring enough to share; you might even convert a few desperate capitalist swine, particularly the toffs, who would rather die (or convert to socialism) rather than snarf Big Macs and wash them down with Bud, Lite or Hevy. You can flush them out by flourishing strawberries and Champagne; co-op grown and bottled only, please.
And now, the official socialist's guide to the world cup:
As World Cup fever grips the globe, many progressives will be sighing at the prospect of another sporting spectacle distracting the “masses” from the pressing issues of the day — the classic “bread and circuses” argument. There is a tendency on the North American Left to disdain sport: its competitive nature, the corporatization of its grand events, its inherent masculinities and cultures of exclusion.
Some of this critique is grounded in good sociology; some of it bears an irrational disdain for that in which one does not participate or enjoy. In many sports, but especially in “the beautiful game,” politics and the game have a symbiotic relationship. Politics can influence and be influenced by what happens on the field of play. The World Cup is no exception.
My parents immigrated to Canada from Liverpool in
the 1960s; growing up, soccer and socialism were the main topics of discussion in the Black household. Conversations at the dinner table moved seamlessly between football and politics, England’s chances in the World Cup and the NDP’s chances in the upcoming election.
I only committed my life to socialism after being rejected as a professional soccer player (a brief stint with the English Premier League’s Watford FC is my footballing claim to fame).
Indeed a path to enlightenment shared by many a socialist. I myself was a libertarian until I was rejected by the Vancouver Voodoo. A little-known fact: it was Leon Trotsky, and not Fidel Castro, who tried out for, and was rejected by, the Washington Senators.
Linkie o’ the day: Pjotro
Gawd knows what "pjotro" means, but it's plenty fun. A new flash-based musical game. I'm pretty sure this qualifies as experimental music; perhaps I can get a Canada Council grant to play with it? One hesitates to mention the Canada Council, as the last time one did one was practically backed up against the wall at knifepoint by a neurasthenic sci-fi-writing schoolmarm type, inquiring in a quivering and Mark David Chapman-esque way as to how one went about getting that money. I referred her to such esoteric pursuits as filling out the paperwork etc, and she seemed satisfied with that.
the Americans respond…via the British…
It's all very convoluted, really. I found this on Wil Wheaton's blog. It's an extremely twisted British video by Cox and Combes about George Washington and his 30 penises and 4 testicles. Because you can never have too many, eh?
I think Wil may be training for the Gitmo Marathon soon if Ann Coulter finds out about this.
it’s Bash America Day on the blog!
I may never run out of material!
This was brought to my attention when I abused America and Americans, repeatedly and at length, not omitting my catchphrase “My ancestors looted and burned the White House and I’m proud of them” plus much other assorted insultification … to an American. To her credit she was quite polite about it and if she did raise her voice in stereotypical American fashion I couldn’t tell, because it was email.
In any case, there is one American whom all right-thinking and good-doing persons will agree deserves a heapin’ helpin’ of stereotype-based abuse smackdown, even though she’s not fat, and that person is Ann Coulter.
Look what her fellow American, a commenter on Gawker, did to her just today:
I stole a cab from Ann Coulter after seeing her come out of an apartment building on the Upper East Side. She didn’t look happy, dressed in a yellow raincoat and hailing a cab and it was her dejected face that first caught my attention…when I realized who it was I decided I had to steal the cab even though I had no where to go…
Now that, ladies and gentlemen, is truly mean. I am in awe.
But wait, there’s more. Here’s Perez Hilton muse Kathy Griffin going straight for Coulter’s crispy, deep-fried jugular:
And what has the woman done to deserve this? Besides being that thin and still having bingo wing thighs and upper arms, you mean? Get thee to a treadmill, bitch; a hundred years ago you’d probably be doing five to fifteen on a treadmill somewhere anyway.
Remember the Ann Coulter video moment I alluded to the other day? I can take a lot. I read true crime and write horror stories for fun. I’ve seen corpses. I went on a date with a serial killer. But I had to click this video off just a few seconds into it, for reasons that will become obvious. It’s clear to me now just how appropriate it was for her to poop out her new polemetic on 6/6/6; if she’s not the Whore of Babylon, she’s certainly the Shrivelled Cunt of the Capitol.
Behold as Matt Lauer listens in horror as she relentlessly abuses the women who lost their husbands in 9/11. A hero for our times, that Ann.
