Showing posts with label whiny little babies. Show all posts
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Monday, March 30, 2009

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Because a Rose Grows in Concrete: Youtube Curation Part 3

Who the hell is he, and how the hell did anyone let him on Fox News?

I'm talking, of course, about Mississippi's own Shepard Smith, the anchor of cable's highest rated newscast, who possesses the mock gravitas of Stephen Colbert and the vicious wit of Jon Stewart. He's entered the Youtube pantheon through genial-seeming but barbed friendly fire at all those other Fox News personalities. How did he get this job? Here's a story from Fox's early days, back when there was a Democrat in the White House, you could unironically talk about an American "welfare state," and Fox News could still be thought of as the Jedi knights instead of just the Death Star:

"There are several Shep Smith Creation Myths circulating around Fox — several stories of how Fox brass came to see that he was Their Guy — and what they all have in common is his willingness to do what needed to be done, without standing on ceremony. For John Moody, executive vice-president of news, it was the time when Roger Ailes — Moody's boss and the president and architect of Fox News — looked up at a television and saw footage of O. J. Simpson's civil trial and said, "You know, just once I'd like to hear some reporter have the guts to say that he's here at the O. J. Simpson trial, where there's nothing going on and nothing happened today." Moody: "I called Shepard in L. A., which is where he was at the time. I said, 'Let's think about this.' He said, 'I got it.' I said, 'Well . . .' And he said, 'No, I got it.' It was the kind of thing where he was on the air before I finished my sentence. And Shepard just did this dry, absolutely dead-on thing where he said, 'There's nothing going on at the O. J. trial today. If something happens, we'll let you know about it. But for now, this is Shepard Smith in Los Angeles, at the O. J. trial, where nothing's happening.' That's when you knew, that's when you went, 'Oh yeah, oh yeah. . . .' "

The same belief that no news is, in fact, no news animates this amazing three minute clip covering the short-lived imprisonment of Paris Hilton. He re-enacts the telenovela happening inside the courtroom, makes fun of an anonymous slackjawed dullard standing behind Paris' lawyer, explodes with joy while observing the Paris Hilton caravan driving past an actual circus, and earns a million nerd points saying "I feel like Mystery Science Theater all of a sudden." It's a bravura performance, like Jon Stewart's intro segments being done live. He gives Rod Blagojevich the same treatment, recapping the previous weekend's college football scores over a live Blago press conference. He can even come up with an instant genius monologue in reaction to a sudden fire alarm in the studio.

But it takes more than cheerful mockery to become Youtube legendary. Live conflict brings the hits whether it's Christian Bale or Bill O'Reilly throwing tantrums, MSNBC anchors butting heads, or Tracy Morgan taking off his shirt and climbing onto the counter on live morning TV, and then showing his imitation of a pregnant woman. (The show's female anchor gets eternal love for self-awarely quipping "this is going be dubbed a million times on the internet and we'll be the two idiots sitting behind him with no idea what to do." This clip was pretty close to being my third pick, as you can imagine).

Shepard Smith adeptly brings the drama, going after such eminently worthy targets as Joe the Plumber (who had recently claimed that a vote for Obama was a vote for the death of Israel, was not expecting to be ambushed by the home team media at Fox, and under attack admits that he knows "just enough about foreign policy to be dangerous.") and Ralph Nader, who ushered in the election of the first African-American president by asking whether he'll be "Uncle Sam or Uncle Tom." Shep says everything that needs to be said in the face of Nader's risible disingenuousness in pretending he has no idea why his comment could be viewed as offensive. (Incidentally, the comment thread on that clip proves the Onion right yet again. When did the racists start voting Green?)

Shep discusses both interviews with Bill O'Reilly, justifying his beatdowns while slyly subverting the Fox News pity party O'Reilly keeps trying to turn the conversation into. Papa Bear claims that this shows Fox News is not biased against Democrats, and Shep retorts that people who think that must only be watching the O'Reilly Factor. The filleting is so elegant that the legendarily thin-skinned O'Reilly does not even notice the dig. The Fox-on-Fox violence continues on Fox and Friends, where Shepard busts on the three vacuous hosts for hyping a couple toy grenade paperweights as an airport bomb scare, then admits to not watching the show. Still better is his evisceration of Glenn Beck, mocking his wonky camera angles, his faux-populist fearmongering, and his hilarious penchant for crying on air:



"We are here to celebrate, worship and adore." So are we, Shep, so are we. The right turned on him after his heroic refusal to play defense for the Bush administration during Katrina. The left will probably never embrace someone willing to wholeheartedly defend his station. But us here in the bleachers will always love America's best anchor no matter what channel he's on.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

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Why we should give financial executives more money

The New York Times recently published a letter from an executive at AIG explaining the real victims of the economic crisis: unfairly maligned AIG executives (what are the odds, right?) Matt Taibbi destroys the letter in inimitable fashion:

"Like a lot of people, I read Wednesday's New York Times editorial by former AIG Financial Products employee Jake DeSantis, whose resignation letter basically asks us all to reconsider our anger toward the poor overworked employees of his unit.

DeSantis has a few major points. They include: 1) I had nothing to do with my boss Joe Cassano's toxic credit default swaps portfolio, and only a handful of people in our unit did; 2) I didn't even know anything about them; 3) I could have left AIG for a better job several times last year; 4) but I didn't, staying out of a sense of duty to my poor, beleaguered firm, only to find out in the end that; 5) I would be betrayed by AIG senior management, who promised we would be rewarded for staying, but then went back on their word when they folded in highly cowardly fashion in the face of an angry and stupid populist mob.

I have a few responses to those points. They are 1) Bullshit; 2) bullshit; 3) bullshit, plus of course; 4) bullshit. Lastly, there is 5) Boo-Fucking-Hoo. You dog."

Read the whole thing, it's awesome.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

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Kanye West doesn't care about black compression artifacts

The economy is a funny thing. The media trumpets the rise and fall of NASDAQ numbers every day, and if they go low enough for a long enough period of time, they call it a Depression (by the way I have a Master's Degree in Advanced Economicalism, so I totally know what I'm talking about). But just because economicalist indicators show one thing doesn't mean they affect me personally. I've been perfectly cheerful during housing market crashes and a depressed angsty teenager during stock market bubbles (not possessing anything of material value is a fantastic insulator from the market's vagaries).

This current depression took a while to hit me. Sure, Vancouver restaurants are empty, Craigslist job postings have dried up, and the USA decided things were so bad even another old white guy couldn't dig them out. But on the inside, my heart was singing. Until the fateful day when I watched Kanye's new one:



KANYE WEST "Welcome To Heartbreak" Directed by Nabil from nabil elderkin on Vimeo.


It's gotten so bad that Kanye can't even afford a data compressor! With all his money and fame, Kanye doesn't know how to make a video that doesn't look like a half-downloaded bittorrent. And what happened to the sound playing in the video? Kanye couldn't afford beats, or a catchy hook, or a back-up singer to sing his song for him (the one timeless rule of the market I learned in my degree program: when rappers start singing, sell!) ``Welcome to heartbreak`` has all the melodic sense of an AIG CEO bonus. At least the lyrics are a salutary reminder that no matter how bad things get, rappers still have lots of money:

My friend showed me pictures of his kids
And all I could show him was pictures of my cribs
He said his daughter got a brand new report card
And all I got was a brand new sports car

But on the other hand, Kanye sings these lyrics in a mournful tone, as if having multiple houses instead of kids is a sad thing deserving of sympathy! What a douche. Save crying about how much money you've made to the professionals, like Jim Cramer. Barack Obama, I know you have a lot of problems to deal with right now, but can we bail out Kanye? Can we get him making rap records again? And while you're at it, can you get Mos Def and Andre 3000 making good albums again too? I implore you to act urgently, Mr. President. Kanye West has become too big to let fail.