Kermit the Frog and John Stewart

Please shut up

After his triumphant empty gesture at Auschwitz, the Pope has issued yet another proclamation to the non-existent Emperor of the Holy Roman “can you believe we’re not really an empire?” Empire that – astoundingly – the broke absolultely no new ground. The proclamation’s topic was that ever-popular, never-tired obsession, the sanctity of traditional marriage as it is defiled by those lego blocks of the Horned One, contraception, abortion, in-vitro fertilization and same-sex marriage, all “threats to ‘the natural institution of marriage‘”. Talk about flogging a dead heretic.

Meanwhile over in everyone’s favourite self-delusional successor to the Holy Roman Empire, the always reliable Sen. Rick Santorum and Justice Antonin Scalia have conflagrated the fight to enshrine hatred and discrimination into the American Constitution to a whole new level.

State laws against bigamy, same-sex marriage, adult incest, prostitution, masturbation, adultery, fornication, bestiality, and obscenity are likewise sustainable only in light of Bowers’ validation of laws based on moral choices. Every single one of these laws is called into question by today’s decision; the Court makes no effort to cabin the scope of its decision to exclude them from its holding.

There are state laws against fornication? I thought the whole argument against same-sex marriage, aside from the always totally well-reasoned and never-ever-ever-based-on-ignorance moral statements, was that the whole reason for opposite-sex marriage is popping out caterwauling brats. And what’s masturbation doing in there? Same-sex marriage equated with masturbation, bestiality, and reproduction; where’s Freud when you need him?

*UPDATE* A reminder of why John Stewart is so great.

Good omens, bad omens, and kinda ok but mostly not so great omens

And speaking of family values, Globe and Mail (the only way to get in without paying is through a search engine, for some reason) movie critic struggles to find 13 good things to say about Hollywood’s latest foray into uncalled for nostalgia, “The Omen“:

4. Stiles’s enunciation is consistently excellent and her pauses emphatic, at times, distractingly so. “He’s . . . different” she says of her mono-expressioned and mostly mute son, Damien (Seamus Davey-Fitzpatrick), after he has clawed her face on the way to church, caused monkeys to riot at the zoo and led the first nanny to hang herself.

Too bad. Jumpy gems like “The Ring“, “28 Days Later“, and “Shawn of the Dead” had fooled me into thinking horrors movies were getting good again. Not to worry. This gives me an excuse to cling to a cute boy on the couch watching DVD rentals of “The Exorcist” and “Rosemary’s Baby“.

Very Pretty

Hot winged mutant and Claire’s irritating, experimenting boyfriend on “Six Feet Under“, American actor Ben Foster.