No highly selective annual roundup could be complete without noting that last night the Portland Trailblazers, led by Jamal Crawford, Gerald Wallace, Marcus Camby, LaMarcus Aldridge, and Nicolas Batum defeated the Sacto Kings, led by DeMarcus Cousins, Tyreke Evans, Marcus Thornton, and some other guys . . . leading me to wonder, was it something in the water? Marcus 1, Marcus 2, LeMarcus and DeMarcus. David Sterns it’s Dr. Seuss on line 2.
In January, in a weird bit of symmetry, a food cart vendor named Mohamed (there’s a big friggin surprise) lit himself on fire launching what became known as the Arab spring in the dead of winter. Almost exactly a year later, at least some of us await the outcome of the Iowa caucuses hoping that a guy named Newt will spontaneously burst into flames on national TV.
Along the same lines, did anyone else note that in the same month, March, 1) The Donald (R) Gasbag, held a one point lead over Mitt Romney, (R) Vitalis by dredging up that favorite trope of the GOP, that Obama was born in on the planet Rewanhango 6, 2) Obama ordered US planes to join in the fun enforcing the no-fly zone over Libya, and 3) the Fukushima nuclear plant did a full Chernobyl? I’m blaming Fukushima on the Donald, The Donald on Mitt, and Romneycare on Obama, who is a secret pact with his Muslim controllers actually came up with the Massachusetts health care plan BEFORE Romney did and used his alien blue zap to hypnotize Mitt into making it law . . . right before he hypnotized Newt into praising it but after he held Newt at gunpoint and made him go on television with Nancy P.
(For those keeping track, yes I did skip February. Hosni resigned and Muammar cracked down. The rest of the month is a blur.)
And who can forget April? President Obama releases, again, his “long form” birth certificate and Newt Gingrich described Paul Ryan’s deficit reduction plan as radical “right wing social engineering” leading to a universal, month spanning WTF? Knowing that history is a gigantic looping reality show (or reality is a gigantic looping history show) . . .
All by April of 2012. Oh, and Prince William proved again, as did his father and zillions of other rich dudes before him, that you can be as homely as a horse and still get the total babe . . . as long as you are rich.
May saw the fall of Osama bin Laden thanks to Seal Team 6. In the “only in America” category, in that same month the following companies attempted to trademark the name of America’s Top Ninjas (read the list closely).
Disney? Disney? Really? In what can only be described as schadenfreude, all of the applications with the exception of Mr. Nami’s are listed as “dead.” Mr. Nami, there is a call for you on line two. Hello, hello . . . are you there?
June saw the the first GOP debate in New Hampshire . . . I know, it’s hard to remember a day when there wasn’t a GOP debate. Back then, God was taking the over on Michele Bachman (R) Seven Clothing Changes a Day, and everyone else was listed as “former.”
And just when you thought that the GOP had cornered the market on political foolishness, along came Anthony Weiner (D) BVD. We solemnly wait the turning worm wherein the man of 40,000 followers will surely do one of the following before summer.
It’s hard to believe that it was just a few months ago, July to be exact, that our elected officials gave up even the slimmest pretense of competency or sanity by creating a “super committee” as the preferred strategy for not shutting down the government. S&P was clearly impressed but in the end it didn’t matter as it turns out that nobody wanted to sleep with the dollars ugly sister the Euro. Bye bye stock market.
Proving that all things revert to the mean, in August Michele Bachman got a bad case of what Stephen Colbert calls “truthiness”, what the GOP faithful don’t notice and don’t care, and what some of us call alternatively “lies,” “made up stuff,” or “OMG, did he/she actually just say that” and informed the nation that the founding fathers had “worked tirelessly to end slavery.” President Obama released his interim mid-form birth certificate in King James English and Arabic. Rick Perry rode to the rescue. The “Anybody But Mitt” crowd breathed a sigh of relief. Qaddafi fled Tripoli. In a poll of prospective Iowa GOP voters, 3% thought his name was Gaddafi, 32% thought that meant Obama had abdicated and Condi Rice was now President, and the rest stopped by The Pizza Ranch for the salad bar.
After a brief turn at the ball, Rick Perry’s brain heads back to Texas leaving the rest of him to duke it out with Lack, Mack, Nack, Ouack, Pack, and Quack on the weekly GOP debate show, To Tell the Truthiness. Fortunately, Herman Cain, (R) Supersize, is there with 9-9-9, a tax plan that kind of makes sense if you’re rich. In other news, a Canadian Magazine incites a bunch of lefties to Occupy Wall Street leading that Defender of the Constitution, Peter King (R) Weimar Republic, to say . . .
“The fact is these people are anarchists. They have no idea what they’re doing out there,” King told host Laura Ingraham. “They have no sense of purpose other than a basically anti-American tone and anti-capitalist. It’s a ragtag mob basically.” “We have to be careful not to allow this to get any legitimacy,” he said, adding “I’m taking this seriously in that I’m old enough to remember what happened in the 1960s when the left-wing took to the streets and somehow the media glorified them and it ended up shaping policy. We can’t allow that to happen.”
Yes, much better to hang a bunch of tea bags off their heads, fund them with copious amounts of money by the Koch brothers, and call them a spontaneous movement. Later that month, an informal poll showed that every potential GOP voter in Iowa had met every GOP candidate twice.
In October, Apple founder Steve Jobs dies and half the literate world goes into mourning. Note to self, Steve Jobs was hyper rich and an asshat. Must start treating people poorly. It wasn’t until December that uber Banker Jamie Dimon said . . . “Acting like everyone who’s been successful is bad and that everyone who is rich is bad — I just don’t get it,” said Dimon at the conference, which was organized by Goldman Sachs Group Inc. . . No dude, the rest of us don’t hate rich people, we just hate you. In other news, Herman Cain delights the faithful by admitting, actually I think bragging is the word I’m looking for, that he didn’t know what an Uzbekistan was, where Libya was, and who Angela Merkel is.
And wasn’t it just last month that the entire eastern seaboard admitted to having sex with Herman Cain and Rick Perry threw down on the three, no wait two agencies he would disband? Herman Cain’s response to his confusion about the whole truth, lies, making stuff up thing, “all this stuff twirling around in my head”, proved a terrific lead in to the super committee dropping a gigantic moist turd. Leave it to Jerry Sandusky and Joe Paterno to put it all into proper perspective. After several minutes of foaming and thrashing about simply horrible things, the game goes on.
Which brings us to December. Herman Cain finally suspends his campaign (so he can still get federal matching dollars), Newt soars into the lead (meaning he will be toast by next Wednesday), the NBA plays its first games of the aborted (not enough sadly) season, a nation is treated to the sight of the GOP voting against a tax break for the middle classe, and a millions of college football fans shake off that icky sticky feeling it got from the Jerry and Joe buggering fest to feast on . . .
I can hardly wait for 2012!