Keeping America (White and) Stupid: Arizona Divison

It's nice to know an appointed female Governor (as opposed to one anybody actually voted for) has used her suppressed penis envy to prove she can be as big a redneck clod of cow dung as her male Compadre. Or is compadre a word that would signal illegal alien status? Lest you think she was glib about placing her pen to this piece of idiocracy in action, rest assured; she prayed for guidance. However, I don't think the plastic Jesus she keeps in her drawer next to the steroids usually responds to "Dear Fascist Christ."

"Arizona Gov. Jan Brewer signed into law
the nation's toughest legislation against illegal immigration Friday, a sweeping measure that supporters said would take handcuffs off police but which President Barack Obama said could violate people's civil rights. The bill, sent to the Republican governor by the GOP-led Legislature, would make it a crime under state law to be in the country illegally. It would also require local police officers to question people about their immigration status if there is reason to suspect they are illegal immigrants. Brewer, who faces a tough election battle and growing anger in the state over illegal immigrants, said the law "protects every Arizona citizen," and said the state must act because the federal government has failed"

Yes, that's right. You can (as was recently pointed out on MSNBC's Hardball by a California legalanus) be stopped on the street because of your non-merricun appearing shoes and asked for your papers.  I am certain that this will lead to a sudden purging of all Canadian Snowbirds from their illegal Flagstaff vacation cabins. Or at least John McCain being forced to hire some new people to wash his toilets. Sheriff Joe (the drooling old loon who makes road crews wear pink pajamas)  is ordering brown shirts and cattle trucks as we speak.

My Amazon Reviews: Paul Simon "There Goes Rhymin' Simon"

We Come in The Age's Most Uncertain Hour
5 Out of 5 Stars

For his second solo album after breaking up Simon and Garfunkel, "There Goes Rhymin' Simon" hit a peak that Paul was unable to attain until many years later. Freed from the compositional restraints of the old duo's expected style, Simon takes a full sheaf of musical styles and just throws them into the air. This album was recorded in various studios across the country with assorted bands (primarily the powerhouse Muscle Shoals band), allowing Simon free reign to experiment with styles.

The result was a grab-bag of songs that were all terrific, three top 40 singles and a solo Grammy. But even with the mix of styles, the sound is still distinctly Simon. The perky pop of "Kodachrome," the gospel of "Loves Me Like a Rock" and the jazzy "Take Me To The Mardi Gras" all intermingle. Two of his best love songs are here with the lullaby to his son ("St Judy's Comet") and the beautiful "Something So Right" (much later covered by Annie Lennox).

Then there is the classic "American Tune." Maybe the only song on the album that makes you wish Art was still around, Simon makes a declarative statement about his state of mind circa 1973. Watergate was beginning to bubble up from the pits, Nixon was still dragging out the VietNam War after his re-election and Simon was singing "I don't know a soul who's not been battered." Prescient even now, it's a song for the ages, even if Simon that 1973 was the most uncertain hour.